Rage and Yearning | a bumblebee cake pop story

Betrayal

I pranced into the coffee shop with my head held high, eagerly expecting my favorite dessert, the bumble bee cake pop. It was simple of course, but it was perfect. The duality of man- er uh the duality of cake pop I guess. It was a vision of dense vanilla cake mixed with soft buttercream, dipped in yellow chocolaty icing, and finished with a fun bumblebee design crafted by the gods themselves probably.

"Hi what can I get you today?" asks the cashier with a plastered smile, breaking me from my trance.

Thankfully, my order had been consistent all summer and I had the script memorized to the t.

"Hello, may I please have a grande iced chai with oat milk and a bumblebee cake pop?" I recited politely.

"I'm sorry we are out of bumblebee cake pops. We switched them out when we got our fall menu."

My eyes darted to the display case. I did not see my perfect little treat. No. She was no where to be found, but in her place stood a Fugly. Purple. Owl.

"...ma'am? Ma'am would you like the owl cake pop instead?" asked the starbucks lady, snapping me back into reality once more.

"NO!" I screamed, bursting into tears and bracing myself on the counter.

"Oh wow," the starbucks employee replied, her smile finally faltering. "You know it's the same flavor and everything."

"IT IS NOT THE SAME!" I screamed. Heartbreak, betrayal, and adrenaline pumping through my veins, I punch through the display case.

My hand, covered in blood, emerges throttling the imposter of a pastry. "YOU!" I cry slamming it on the ground with all my might. Pained to my core, I stomp on it, blood spattering on the glass speckled ground with every heartfelt crunch. I sob an aching broken sort of sob, my body shaking like an abused chihuahua as I fall to the floor, my face meeting the tile. I black out from the shock (and the blunt force trauma of my skull cracking on the ground)

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One eye flutters open to flashes of red, a light shining in my eyes. "Hold on," a muffled voice pleads. The heart monitor delivers a single hollow tone and everything goes black.
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I sit up with a start. I'm lying on a plush warm bead surrounded by sparkling lights. The gentle rap of knock sounds at my door.

"Come in," I respond hesitantly.

In walks a seven foot form made entirely of bumblebee cake pops.

"Hello" It buzzes

Elatedly I shout "Oh my god am I in heaven?"

"No," the form buzzes with a demented chuckle as the smile fades from my face. "I assure you," it continues "This is your own personal hell."

Suddenly the pulsing blob of confections twisted violently, quivering and transforming before my eyes.

My hand flies up to my gawking mouth as I am met face to face with a life sized purple owl cake pop.

"I'm baaaaaack," It cries between manic laughter.

It lunges at me as I scream out in horror, finally realizing my fate worse than death.