In two-thousand ten, Norman Jayden created a YouTube account. Once his account reached five-hundred subscribers, he invited all of them to a cake party, held at eight-fifty-two, Theodore Roosevelt Road.
In the end, nobody could find the correct address, leading Norman into a deep depression. In a desperate search for a person, capable of arriving to the cake party, Jayden would make a cake, designed for a specific person's enjoyment. He would then put said people through five trials, to prove their capability of sacrificing themselves, in order to arrive at the address and eat their cakes. This had lead to him being known as 'The Cake Killer'.
The first trial-the Turtle-requires the current victim to go to a specific motel room, and open the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, where they will find a small bottle of poison, and a pair of ARI glasses. The victim will be instructed to drink the poison. Once they do, a timer in the ARI will begin, and the victim will have two days to complete the trials to receive their cake. The name of this trial stands for the speed, at which the poison works.
The second trial-the Dog-requires the person to use the password-sent to them in a letter-and log in to a YouTube account, named 'TheTrialGoer' and subscribe to the Cake Killer. The name of this trial is a play on the loyalty of dogs, thus subscribing to the channel is proving your loyalty. After completing this trial, the person will receive half of the address and a picture of their cake, sent to the victim's ARI.
The third trial-the Bear-requires the victim to go to a specific address, and kill the resident however possible. Afterwards, the remainder of the address will be sent to the provided ARI. The name of this trial represents how a bear can enter a neighborhood and possibly kill a person, upon doing so.
The Old Warehouse
2:00am
Rainfall: 0.000 inches
The man loudly closed the front door to the stolen taxi; he slowly raised his head, viewing the building.
A moment after, he reached into his coat pocket and took out a piece of paper.
852, Theodore Roosevelt
"I hope this is the place..." the man returned the paper to the coat pocket and quickly started for the entrance. He raised his leg and kicked the door open; he quickly walked about the warehouse, eyes scanning every inch of the building, until he made a sudden stop, standing in the dead-center of the interior.
"I've been looking for a long, long time, Ethan. Looking for a man, who would be able to do, what my subscribers could not do... sacrifice himself, in order to get a cake," a man advanced into the warehouse. "Oh, I searched, searched and searched... and then... I remembered you."
Ethan turned, to come face-to-face with the man, who had joined him in the very same warehouse years ago-Norman Jayden. He tried to dispel the anger and confusion from his mind; Ethan gathered what was left of his mind to speak, "all those murders... just to find a subscriber capable of arriving at the right addre-"
Norman immediately broke down into a combination of sadness and fury, "just to find a subscriber?! Do you have any idea how it feels to be a worthless nothing in your subscribers' eyes... believe me, I've suffered!" Norman gathered himself, his expression became that of a cold, uncaring monster, "just as much as my victims..."
"I've finished your damn trials... now give me my cake!"
"It's there," Norman gestured his hand to the locked display case, containing a large, beautiful cake. "All you have to do, is open that display case."