Finally the cake was done
Bro pulled it out of the oven and marveled about how bad he fucked it up.
The batter had over flowed out of the cake tin and had burnt at the base of the oven. The little bit that was left in the tin was raw and giving off this weird smell. Against his better judgment bro decide to take a bite. The cake weirdly tasted of mushrooms and moldy apples. Bro spit out, and soon started to vomit.
Dave walked in with his multicolored Khakis and old converse shoes clinging to his stick body. He then shrieked for his brother to give him nutrients. Bro turned around and threw a Kind bar™ into dave's face hole. The horrible creature soon retreated to his room.
Bro had to do something about this abomination of a baked good.
It had pulsing… it looking at him even if it had no eyes, its stare burned itself into his skull.
In panic he grabbed his hot pink neuronomicon just sitting on the table next to him, and whimpered a verse without even looking at it.
The cake clipped through the kitchen counter and fell straight through the floor. Seemingly disappearing..
Finally he was safe.
For now.
A few weeks later.
A red ominous letter arrives.