Evil Cinnamon Roll
"It's coming! The evil cinnamon roll is coming!!!!!"
I shouted through the grocery store and people were looking at me like I was crazy! I'm not crazy! The cinnamon roll is! He wants to kill me! ME!
"HELP!"
I hid in one of shelves behind all the cans of...
...CINNAMON ROLLS?
I was so afraid. But then I heard it over the intercom.
"You ate my family! Now i'm gonna make you pay!" the intercom shouted. I knew it was him. The Cinnamon Roll.
The grocery store had suddenly become empty. Where was all the people? But then I realized...
"THE CINNAMON ROLL GOT THEM!" I sobbed.
"That's right!" Said a nasty voice from my left. I looked over... It was... The cinnamon roll...
"READY TO PAY?!?" The cinnamon roll screamed. He scooted towards me and bumped into my arm. Nothing happened.
"HOLD ON, that's not my real attack! Give me a minute."
He did it over and over again. Eventually I picked him up.
"HEY! HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING FATTY?!? DON'T YOU LICK ME!!!! THAT'S MY ICING! STOP! NOOO!!!!!"
I put the entire thing in my mouth and chewed. It was delicious. I swallowed it.
All the sudden, I felt funny. I started shrinking. I then started to turn brown.
"What's happening?!"
I began to expand. I felt the top of my head and it stuck a little bit.
"ICING?!?"
I couldn't feel my legs. Did I have legs? I looked down.
"I'm a... I'm a cinnamon roll! THIS IS GREAT!"
I sat there and looked around the empty store. I heard voices.
"Eh, maybe the killer got away. Let's just check the damage." It was a man.
Two police officers rounded the corner. One of them spotted me.
"I haven't had breakfast yet..."
Written by Meaty
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