Chapter 8: Final Results

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(A/n) AHHH it's nearly finisheddddd
There should be one or two more chapters after this and then I should be starting a new series... Thanks!
----------------------------------------------"And the winner is..."

You're tensing now. You finished your spotted dick with little time to spare.

Paul is looking at you, sweating. He looks as nervous as you do.

'Have I done it?' 'Was that enough?' 'If I lose will Paul still think of me as a good "baker"?' All these thoughts running through your head.

"... Mary!"

The witch.

She chose herself.

"WHAT?!" Paul exclaims. "(Y/n) did so much better!!!!" He's fuming. You're fuming.

"What did you even do Mary!?" You shout, confused.

"I baked a spotted dick pudding." She says, sly.

"No.. I did!" You scream.

"NO YOU DIDN'T THAT WAS MINE!" She shouts in your face. "SECURITY! GET RID OF THIS, THIS THEIF!"

They guards pull you away. You're screaming.

"THAT WAS MINE!"

"LIER LIER PANTS ON FIRE" Mary chants.

"NO! PAUL HELP!!" You shout, but it's too late. Mary pulls him away into the 'back room'.

"Paul.. Let's do this." Mary says, and they disappear into the blackness of the back room.

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