Chapter 7: A Cakeful Experience

Chapter 7: A Cakeful Experience

October 25th, 2024 (April 19th Revamp)

A deafening explosion erupted—its shockwave echoing through the entire town.

Harith didn’t hesitate. He sprinted toward the back of the house where the blast had originated. As he ran, his sharp eyes locked onto something oozing across the ground—a thick, white substance with a yellow tint, slowly leaking from behind Tariq’s house.

He burst through the back door.

“AMINA!” he shouted—but to his disbelief, she was still fast asleep, completely unfazed by the massive explosion that had the entire neighborhood peeking out their windows.

Then his eyes widened.

A massive figure loomed in the room. Twice his size and unmistakably grotesque—it looked exactly like a cake.

Layers of dark yellow sponge with white cream frosting slathered on top. Two blood-red cherries served as eyes, staring lifelessly at Amina.

The monster reached out a sticky hand toward her.

“Not on my watch.”

Harith didn’t wait. He raised his finger and fired a bolt of electricity, zapping the creature to draw its attention.

“You! What the hell are you doing here?!”

He was sweating, his voice mixed with concern and unease.

The cake turned to face him. Silent. Menacing.

Harith forced a grin. “Sweetie? Can I call you that?”

The cake lunged.

“!”

Harith braced himself, arm raised, electricity surging through his veins. The creature barely brushed against him—but the sensation it left behind…

His skin began to crack and peel. It was as if his body itself was decaying.

“What… the hell?”

He stumbled back, coughing, feeling a wave of dehydration hit him like a punch to the gut. His muscles weakened.

(No… I can’t die here. I haven’t even figured out what kind of Disposition this is—but whatever it is, I’m gonna crush this cupcake wannabe.)

He pushed through the pain. The cake responded by shooting a slice of itself at him.

Harith ducked instinctively. The slice exploded on impact, sending more of the strange yellow-white goop scattering across the room—just like the substance from earlier.

“So it was you… Tariq is gonna murder us.”

Then he felt something wrap around his legs. Sticky. Colorless. Immobilizing.

(Eugh… what the hell is this? Cake jizz?!)

The cake monster dashed forward again.

But this time, Harith punched.

His fist met the creature’s head with a crunch—cream and sponge splattering across the room. Some of the goo clung to his hand, but he quickly shook it off.

He took a moment to breathe—then looked down.

Chunks of his skin were peeling off. He was bleeding, his limbs weakening rapidly.

(It’s not just the skin… It’s sapping my strength. This thing’s ability… it’s like my body’s being overloaded.)

He grit his teeth, feeling real fear crawl up his spine.

“I know you’re not dead. Let me end this.”

He stomped toward the fallen body, aiming for the head—but the moment he raised his foot, the severed head split into two smaller pieces and dodged.

“What?!”

Suddenly, a glob of white cream flew at his face—smacking his eye.

“Damn it!”

His vision blurred. He struggled to peel it off, but it clung stubbornly to his skin.

He was on the verge of collapse.

His legs were useless. His skin burned. He couldn’t see.

One more blow, and he was done for.

Then—

His right hand flickered. A strange glow formed at his fingertips—purple and green, pulsing like corrupted pixels.

Without thinking, Harith raised his hand and swiped across his eyes.

The cream vanished instantly. It was as if it had never existed.

He opened his eyes.

His left eye was glowing purple. His right, green.

With no time to question it, he blinked—and vanished.

He reappeared directly in front of the cake.

The monster stared, frozen in shock.

Without hesitation, Harith struck.

His punch landed dead center in the creature’s chest, sending it flying out of the house at breakneck speed. Its upper and lower body tore apart from the force.

Harith panted, trembling. Then, something spoke from deep within him.

(I’ve nullified the other user’s Disposition—for now. End this fast. I won’t save you a second time.)

He paused.

Confused. Shaken. But still alive.

He took a step toward the twitching remains of the cake.

But then—

“Harith. Do you always have to make such a mess just to kill one enemy?”

Amina had finally woken up.

Still groggy, she summoned a translucent blue axe and walked forward without hesitation, slicing the cake’s head into two clean pieces.

But it kept moving.

“What… why is it still alive?”

Harith’s expression darkened.

(That thing’s not trying to attack anymore. It’s… doing something else.)

Then it clicked.

“It filled the area with glucose—sticky sugar residue. If it lands again, the explosion might level everything left!”

The cake’s body arched, about to fall.

Harith extended his hand—but it wasn’t electricity he summoned.

It was the glitching power again. Purple and green particles crackled around his fist.

But he was too far. One and a half seconds left. Not enough time.

Even with lightning speed—he couldn’t make it.

Unless…

Harith surged forward, combining his electricity with the mysterious second Disposition. A final dash.

His fist connected.

The impact wasn’t forceful—but it left behind a flickering cloud of green and purple around the cake.

The monster slammed against the wall, then dropped to the floor.

Nothing happened.

(Yo, Harith. Tell ‘em I nullified that sugary ability. That thing’s fading out like a pixel glitch. Cool, right?)

Harith blinked.

He stepped forward.

“I used… my second Disposition. I nullified your attempt to explode this place. Now you won’t hurt anyone. You won’t even exist.”

The cake’s body flickered—fading away into digital static.

(Good job, Diddy.)

Harith’s expression twisted in confusion. What the hell was that voice?

He didn’t have time to figure it out.

Amina stepped beside him, staring at the glitching particles.

“Harith…? You have a second Disposition?!”

“I—I swear, I didn’t know! You have to believe me, Amina! But right now, we’ve got a bigger problem.”

“What?”

“…Look around.”

Amina slowly scanned the room. Half the kitchen was obliterated.

“No… no no no. Tariq’s gonna kill us.”

They tried lifting debris, but Amina quickly collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion.

“Forget it. He knows how much sugar I use down to the milligram. There’s no hiding this.”

Harith sighed. “And you don’t even need to be observant to notice half the house is gone… Who knew cake could cause this much destruction?”

They sat back to back in the wreckage.

Then—the door creaked open.

Tariq stepped in, large bags in hand.

He dropped them.

His eyes scanned the ruined room.

Silence.

To be continued…

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Character Spotlight:

Torta

Disposition: “Sugar It Off”

Looks like something out of Cookie Run Kingdom, and it’s basically what your dad will suffer from when he hits his 40s but 10 times stronger. but don’t let that fool you. His ability dramatically raises blood sugar levels in the body—causing decay, weakness, and dehydration. He’s nearly immortal… unless you have a glitchy second Disposition like Harith.