Aesthetic and the Animals

Episode 7 Birthday Cakes and Death Wishes Part 2

Episode 7 Birthday Cakes and Death Wishes Part 2

Belle French

I found her easily upstairs in the same room Lemon had locked us in. There was Lemon, on the bed, asleep. Birthday was standing over her, singing softly, like a mother singing a lullaby over her child. But this was just creepy. Birthday leaned over the other woman, a smile on her face as she hummed.

"I never knew sprinkles tasted so good with Lemon," she whispered softly.

"What in Threadland are you doing?!" I gasped. I had a dagger poised in my hand, ready to strike.

Birthday spun, "I'm playing a party game." she giggled like a girl.

"Why are you doing this?" I inquired of her. She was sadistic and nasty, my heart yearned to know what was wrong with her. I wanted to know why she would do this to Lemon, who so obviously saw Birthday as a good friend if that hug was any judge earlier. "You betrayed her..."

"It's not like I can expect France's favorite girly to understand. You're a hero. What am I?" Birthday giggled, "I'm Silkweaving, candy craving witch."

"You summoned monsters, a Silkweaver isn't strong enough to do that." I furrowed my brows in thought.

"Hah! I stitched them together out of confectionery ingredients. That's weaving girly! Now, if you would leave me alone, I'm so so busy right now."

I planted a foot forward, "I'm not leaving Birthday Cake. Not until Lemon Meringue and all her guests are safe."

"Safe!?" Birthday threw her head back, "Ha!"

"What's so funny?" I felt thrown off my game by her nonchalance. She was throwing my opposition in my face and I didn't like it.

"This is a simple game of pin the tail on the sweet piece of pie. That pie is politics of a finer sort. Trust me, I don't care about those other fools. They're nothing to the Sweet Confections. Party favors to Lemon Meringue at best."

"Can you speak in French, please? I don't understand all this candy talk." I stomped my planted heel, my frustration heated. This girl was beginning to annoy me.

"You're going to have to learn Spanish soon, girly!" Birthday laughed. Then she turned to Lemon with the grace of a ballerina. More of her sickly sweet sprinkles filled the air, swirling in a magical Silk breeze around Lemon's sleeping form.

"Haaaaapppppy death daaaaay toooo you!" Birthday screeched, a siren singing her enticing song. But it wasn't a song I liked.

Taking my dagger in both hands, my grip tight, I lifted it high. I tossed it straight at her with both hands, and it sailed in a perfect straight line toward the Sweet Confection. Birthday turned with wide eyes, seeing the dagger coming her way.

"It's not time to cut the Birthday Cake yet!" she stamped both her feet in a sort of tantrum, her hands balling into fists. She threw a hand up, her magic brushing my dagger to the side. It smashed into the wall, and Birthday took a step toward me. "Now you've gone and done it." she pointed a finger at me, sprinkles forming around the tip. Her nails were very sharp and painted a bright red.

As her magic shot toward me, I threw my hands up. Blue light flashed bright, and the sprinkles were deflected from me. I opened my eyes, staring at my hands.

"Ooh! This is so much more fun. Such an enticing thing, to know you've brought Silk here all the way from France. All the way from Threadland itself." Birthday began laughing.

I shook my head, staring at my palms, "No, that doesn't make sense."

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