A/N: Prompt Generator. I've posted this one before, but I'm reposting it again, since I'm deleting the horrific Star story. This is the only one I believe has any semblance of reasoning embedded within its folds.
Character: Arthur Kirkland
Prompt: Secrets
Baking was always something Arthur enjoyed doing while he was alone. It just made more sense that way. When people were around trying to converse with him about this or that, it really threw him off his game. His precious pastries deserved to be made with the utmost care, and that's what Arthur tried to do every single time he baked.
For him it was more than a hobby, it was a ritual. And with each new discovery, there had to be a cupcake.
If the sacrifice had blonde hair, well the cupcake had to have yellow icing. If it had glasses, than Arthur made sure to be something shiny on top of the cupcake. If he or she had a hard time understanding that their death was really for the best, and that it wasn't like anyone was going to miss them anyway...well, he made sure to throw those away just to emphasize his point.
The ritual was pure, it was innocent. It was magical. At least to Arthur. For an outsider it may have been a "un-imaginable act of evil", but they were just onlookers. Had they actually tried one of his delicacies ..perhaps then they would understand.
And it wasn't like he let his victims go to waste, no. He was rather stingy with the parts he destroyed and what he kept. Because, as his mother always said, "What good is the trouble if you can't keep some for tomorrow?" So he always made sure to grind the bones, drain all the left-over blood, sweeten the organs, skin well…the skin, and keep the eyes for future crafts. Because well, eyes really did make a splendid centerpiece on any necklace.
When Arthur made cupcakes for his friends, co-workers, neighbors, and passing-by children he always made sure to give them the one that best suited what they needed in life. For instance if one person was rather cold that day, he would give him the slightly pink cupcake with white icing that held part of the old nurse's heart. Or if he were to see a child hovering over his homework on a picnic bench he would always be sure to help them, and give them a cupcake that held some of the brain of a self-made business man. Because that was the right thing to do.
Oh, how his mother would be so proud!
But Arthur knew that if anyone else discovered this little secret he would surely be punished. So he went about his day, keeping this little part of him tucked away from everyone around him. Only letting it out late at night, and only making cupcakes when he was sure he had plenty of time to make them right.
Because really, who would ever want a bad cupcake?