Cupids Witch Trials (I)

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Today was a special day at Cupid's Creations. The office was having its annual company friendship gathering. Jimin Saranghae, who was the founder of Cupids Creations and now retired, started because he believed in bringing people together not just through his clothing but through meaningful connections. Each employee was tasked with bringing a dish for what the boss had optimistically described as "a great way to bond over each other's home cooking." Most people had deduced already that that was simply another excuse of his to avoid spending company money.

The party was being held at Jimin's sprawling mansion which was a grand, two story building tucked away on the outskirts of the city, with walls lined with windows and a massive lawn that stretched for miles. The place was always a sight. It was full of expensive decor, but also a strange sense of warmth radiated off the place that made everyone feel like they were part of something special, just for a moment though.

There were already a few people in the room, but more people started to trickle in as they each held an item of food.

Despite the lavish surroundings, the food was way less impressive. Specifically when it came to Anzu and Grayson's dish.

Anzu and Grayson somehow managed to ruin the simplest contribution, gingerbread cookies. What should have been golden man shaped treats now looked like chunks of petrified SHIT. Ileana stared at the brown turds with eyes that could've popped out of her skull, but still mustered a sympathetic weak smile.

"What are these?" she asked, cautiously prodding at one with the tip of her finger before recoiling in horror.

"They're gingerbread cookies," Anzu announced proudly, unaware of the potential food poisoning he was trying to feed his colleagues.

"We modified the ingredients a little bit!" Grayson added with a grin, standing beside him like he'd just unveiled a work of art.

"A bit goes a long way haha..!" she replied, still weakly smiling at them.

Not long after that disaster, Althea made her entrance with a tray of Momo shaped cookies. They were adorable little cats with perfectly piped faces. The room collectively "awed" at the sight of them on the table, declaring them too precious to eat. (GLAZEEEE)

Althea looked around, excited to see what the others had cooked up, only to see a pile of what looked like hardened dirt on the table. She cocked her head to the side, confused as to what it was, before noticing that it was in fact placed on the table meant for food.

"We seriously should've just hired catering if this is what we're bringing in..."

Zuru then popped up right behind her and hummed in agreement. She jumped and then stared at him as she wondered when he had entered the room.

Kari then barged in and within a second, the aura of the room went from joyful to straight up depressive. A scent of mayonnaise emerged from him, making everyone around him immediately pinch their nose in disgust.

The rest of the Cupid's Creations workers entered the room in succession. Ene and Dash brought cake pops, while Omniya brought candies. Jay brought nothing because he was too lazy to bring anything, but was very eager to eat other people's food. Typical.

Mysni and Honja both brought an apple pie and Mysni was raving about how hers was better because she used Cosmic Apples, to which Honja replied, "Kanye fell off so hard bro."

Mysni then sighed and walked off, passing by Hayden who brought water bottles even though water was already being offered.

Dash then appeared behind him and said, "Hayden-sama. Can you feed me the water like a baby bird and you're the mom?"

Hayden stared at him with no emotion.

Soon after, Alex appeared holding just a pillow and a bag of grocery brand marshmallows. Many were impressed since this was the most effort he's shown in a while during his time in the company.

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