The buzzer uptop of the factory went off, blaring for the workers to get back to work. As Creampie got off the windowsill and began making his way to the ingredient vaults, he was stopped by Buttercup, Popcorn's assistant.
“Sir would like to see you in his office, Mr Creampie.” She said, eyeing Creampie intently.
“Um, actually, Creampie is my first name… My last name is actually-” Before Creampie could finish, Buttercup took him by the paw and pulled him over to the elevator, stepping inside with him and clicking the button to go to the fourth floor. The doors closed, then slowly, the elevator began to elevate upwards. Creampie stood next to Buttercup awkwardly, glancing at her every so often.
“So… w-what does the boss need to see me for?” He asked, staring at Buttercup nervously.
“The boss doesn't tell me those kinds of things, you'll find out when you meet him.” Buttercup replied, staring at her watch while tapping her foot.
After what felt like an eternity to Creampie, the elevator reached the fourth floor, allowing the doors to open and for the two bunnies to step out. But before Creampie could even step foot out of the elevator, Buttercup grabbed his paw again and pulled him across the hallway, leading them to a door that led into Popcorn's office. Creampie gulped, nervous about what the big bunny could want from him. So many outcomes buzzed in his head to the point where he didn’t move for a solid thirty seconds until Buttercup gave him a nudge. Startled a little, Creampie took a deep breath, and then slowly began to push the door open, hoping for the best outcome.
Popcorn was sitting in his chair behind his desk, counting the prophets earned from pie sales. As expected for a below average factory, it wasn't much. He groaned in annoyance, then looked up and noticed Creampie.
“Oh, hello Creampie.” He said in his typical deep voice. “Take a seat.”
Creampie made his way over to the chair sitting afar from Popcorn's desk, then sat down, trying his best to get comfy despite the pressure of the situation.
“S-So… what is… this about…?” Creampie asked, fiddling with his chest fur nervously.
Popcorn stood up, his height making Creampie's fur stand up aswell. “I presume you are aware of two things, Mr Creampie.”
“Actually, Creampie is my first name-”
Popcorn glared at Creampie, making it clear he did NOT want to be interrupted.
“Sorry…” Creampie said, sweating.
“Anyway, as I was saying…” Popcorn continued. “You may be aware that our prophets have been… awful in the last couple of months. The reason is simple, our formula we use is outdated, and no longer the common fashion in these meadows. The changing seasons may be beautiful, but it comes with major catches, Creampie.”
“Okay, and why are you telling me this, Sir…?” Creampie asked, a lump in his throat.
“Hush! I'm not finished!” Popcorn insisted. “Now, I am aware that you have had your shy little eyes on the bakery for a while now, and quite frankly, we all have. Which is why I have an important job for you, Creampie.”
Creampie perked up. “Really? What is it, Sir?”
“Last night, I decided that the only way we were going to bounce back and save this factory, was to grab ourselves a new formula.” Popcorn explained, circling his desk like a shark with its prey. “And with such pristine goods being baked in that bakery, I feel like it will be the perfect candidate for… inspiration. Unfortunately, due to the low prophets, I don’t think we can simply buy one, which is why I need you to go over there and snatch a pie.”
Creampie was put off immediately by the idea. He knew that businesses needed new material to thrive, but stealing didn't seem like the best answer to the problem.
“Sir… I don’t think that's the right thing to do…” Creampie said nervously.
“Of course it is!” Popcorn inspirited, leaning against his desk. “Let me tell you something, Creampie. Businesses take and borrow from each other all the time, it's a necessary slope to success. Without inspiration, how can one proceed?”
“But… it's stealing!” Creampie insisted, trying to sound intimidating.
“They won't even know… And besides, you like the pies over in that bakery, don’t you?”
“Well… yeah?”
“Well picture this. Every pie in this factory, smelling exactly like the ones over in that bakery. Wouldn't that be fabulous?”
Creampie thought about this, and soon realised that Popcorn sort of had a point. The pies in their factory were what made the factory so dull to work at. If the pies were like the ones in the bakery, then the envy would be gone, the bitterness would lessen, the sales would rise, and Creampie would feel much better about working there.
“Fine…” Creampie sighed. “I'll do it…”
“Wonderful!” Popcorn said cheerfully. “Meet me up here at the end of the day, I'll give you the stuff you need.”
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A Tale of Two Pies
Ficción GeneralLittle bunny Creampie has always had the dream of becoming a baker, but his talents were never able to properly shine through due to his shyness. But things change when he meets a lovely baker named Sweetiepie, who shows him what it truly means to b...
