I didn't really have fun writing this one... It seemed too... sudden.. But anyways, have fun reading!


Cinnamon Bun had always been a happy, young lad. His icing glistened without a cinnamon spice out of place. That is, until the accident. It had all started when Princess Bubblegum had sent him on an important mission to harvest the apples that were to be used in the royal tarts, and everyone knew that the best, most succulent apples in the whole Land of Ooo could be found on the trees that grew beside Tree Trunks's cottage.

He had just arrived at the apple orchard and was about to pick the plumpest, most juiciest apple that he had ever laid eyes on. His fingertips had just brushed against its firm, red skin when a shriek caused him to jump away quickly as if the apple had burned him. Tree Trunks came charging out of her house. She rammed her head right into him, knocking him to the ground. Then, she began trampling on his fallen body, silencing his cries for help. He clawed the ground desperately, his fingernails scraping the soil and being violently wrenched out of their nail beds as she pulled him into her house, teeth clamped firmly on his leg. A few minutes later, smoke flared up in the chimney, followed by Cinnamon Bun's howls of agony.

Since then, Cinnamon Bun has lost his appointed spot in the Royal Court due to his failure to retrieve apples. His eyes, which had shone lustrously, full of life, are now glazed over with a vacant expression. He constantly mutters gibberish, and what icing he has left is crusted and flaking. Oddly enough, he refuses to go anywhere near apples.