(The only person responsible for these stories is morganwearsdieper on Roblox. There are no other accounts of that person. Anyone else is a liar who's so miserable with the fact that they cannot write well so they join and lie about writing this masterpiece.)
Jaz and Alice had been planning their bake sale for weeks. The two friends were raising money for their ghetto and ratchet ass school bathroom. Apparently, word spread of Carlos breaking the stall door. They spent countless hours perfecting their recipes, ensuring each cupcake, cookie, and brownie was just right. On the morning of the sale, they woke up early, excitedly loading the car with their delicious goods.
The bake sale was set up in a picturesque park, with a cheerful sign that read, "Bake Sale for the school bathroom!" The table was filled with treats, each one more tempting than the last. The smell of fresh-baked goods wafted through the air, drawing in passersby.
By midday, they were doing well. A steady stream of customers came by, buying treats and leaving generous donations. Jaz and Alice were beaming, their efforts paying off.
It was around 2 PM when things took a turn. Jaz noticed a group of older kids lingering nearby. At first, she didn't think much of it, but there was something in their expressions that made her uneasy. Alice, always the optimist, brushed off Jaz's concerns.
"Don't worry, Jaz. They're probably just here to buy something," Alice said, smiling. Jaz, the one who actually uses her fucking brain knew they were up to no good.
The group approached the table, sneering. The leader, a normal heighted 17 year old looking boy with a smirk grabbed a cupcake and took a bite.
"Put it back down, Scott," Alice spat, her mood shifting to an irritated one.
"Not bad," he said, then dropped it on the ground and crushed it under his heel.
"Hey! What are you doing?" Jaz demanded, her voice shaking with a mix of anger and fear.
Scott laughed. "What's it look like? We're having some fun."
Before Jaz or Alice could react, the group descended on the table. They overturned trays of cookies, stomped on cupcakes, and flung brownies into the grass. Jaz tried to stop them, but she was shoved aside. Alice, tears streaming down her face, begged them to stop, but it only seemed to amuse them more.
They ripped the sign to shreds, and smashed the cash box, scattering the money they had worked so hard to raise. One of them, even threw some ape fecal matter onto the desserts.
"Hey, stop that!" Jaz shouted, stepping forward with her hands up defensively.
"Please, these took hours to make!" Alice added, her voice tinged with desperation.
But the teenagers ignored their pleas, continuing their rampage.
A teenage boy, filled with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, approached the table adorned with a large, beautifully decorated cake. Jaz remembers spending 10 hours on simply decorating it with frosting, so it angered her to no end whenever the teenagers held her down, forcing her to watch him destroy her cake. With a mischievous grin, he decided to indulge in a playful moment of rebellion. With a swift movement, he playfully scooped a handful of frosting from the cake and smeared it across his face, laughing at the absurdity of his action. His friends joined in, giggling as they playfully dabbed frosting on each other, making a mockery of her had work.
Another girl stared at them with a wicked smile on her face. She slipped off her sneakers and socks, revealing her bare and unmanicured feet. They had overgrown toenails, overgrown hair, dirt, and random green mush between the toes. The stentch attacked Jaz and Alice's nostrils with true brutality. With a wicked grin, the girl stepped onto the tray of brownies. Slowly, she began to rub her toes into the soft, chocolatey squares, feeling the dense, fudgy texture squish between her toes. The brownies crumbled and flattened under the pressure, dark smears of chocolate clinging to her skin. She giggled, the sensation both unusual and satisfying, as the rich, gooey mixture oozed around her feet, completely ruining the once-perfect batch.
