I walk in to speak to my wife

I go into the bedroom to speak with my wife, but when I enter all I see is a large cake sitting on my bed. "What is this doing here?" I muse when suddenly, out of the top of the cake pops my wife.

"Surprise!" She shouts, giggling. "Happy birthday!" I chuckle as I realize the trick she played. But then I pause.

It isn't my birthday. I look into my wife's eyes and realize it is not my wife. She is cake. Terrified I stumble to the door but as I grab the handle it comes off. The door is cake.

I turn around to face the frosted eldritch horror in the shape of my wife. She approaches me smiling and says softly

"It's okay sweetie. It's all going to be okay."

She grabs my arm and I stare in horror as it begins to crumble under her grip. As I look in appalled silence at the cake that I thought was my arm I try to scream.

All that comes out is cake.

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Credited to didyoujustrobme27 

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