Legend Killer

Mothman

The road leading to point pleasant was a rather peaceful one.

The two eased on down a silent road on a clear night sky with Ivy walking ahead with determination in her walk.

Ace was trailing behind and looking from side to side for any sign of Cryptids. None so far.

The duo soon caught a whiff of a rather sweet smell. Ace was absolutely entranced in this beautiful scent though couldn't tell what it was.

Ivy on the other hand....

Ivy: (inhales gleefully) Smells like a bakery! My aunt Aurora took me to a bakery on my birthday. Together we ate Battenberg.

Ace raised a eyebrow along with a confused look. Noticing this gaze, Ivy explained.

Ivy: oh. Batternberg cake. A delicious sponge cake covered in jam and topped by marzipan while having a sort of checker design. Me and my aunt call them "Checkmate cake". (Giggles) Come along, I'll show you.

Ivy followed the scent and motioned for Ace to follow her. Which he did out of curiosity. 

Speedwalking down the lane and turning a corner led them to exactly what they thought they'd find, A bakery. And surprisingly, it's still open at this time of night.

Ivy: "Fondante's Bliss". Huh.

A jingle sound rings once Ivy opened the door. Before she entered though, She turns to Ace.

Ivy: Ace.... you might want to stay out here. Mr. Fondante probably won't be as open minded as I am about a bizarre looking alien such as yourself. So to avoid scaring him, You shall remain out here. Don't fret though, I'll be sure to bring you something.

Ace thought about for a moment before scoffing, crossing his arms and turning away from the girl. Ivy turned and strutted into the Bakery and looked around herself in wonder.

Along with a tasty lavender scent, The walls were painted baby blue with floating cupcake designs.  The spaces were occupied by numerous shelves and stands that housed a variety of assorted confections and desserts like cakes, danishes, rolls, jars of candy and even slushie machines.

The whole sight was enough to make the corners of Ivy's mouth water.

On top of a desk at the end sat a dusty cash register. And behind the desk was a doorway that was obscured by a purple curtain.

Waltzing up to the counter, Ivy lightly taps the call bell, causing a brief ring to fill the previously silent air.

A crashing sound alarms Ivy, who glances at the curtained doorway in caution.

???: Resisti. Just a moment.

The sound of a Male voice calms Ivy down enough for her to quietly put the knife she took out back in her backpack.

Just then, A weaselly looking man carrying large cardboard boxes rushes from behind the curtain.

???: I'll just put these right down here..... and..... (throws the boxes down a hatch) eccellente!

With the boxes out of the way, Ivy could see the man for his appearance. He was rather weaselly looking with a skinny figure with light muscle mass. He wore a black blazer with gold designs printed on the torso and a grey bowler hat.

His face was fair-skinned with bushy eyebrows and a black curly moustache and grey eyes. Along with a warm smile when he turned to face Ivy.

???: Ah.... Buona sera, piccola signorina.