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Chrollo walks into the kitchen, heat emanating from every corner. He could’ve sworn he turned the oven off after he baked that delicious cake that’s now melting on the kitchen counter. As he turned his eyes to the smooth black surface of the oven door, the steam rising from between the hinges was undeniable.
He took a slight step towards the glistening appliance, the air heating up with every move he made.
He stared at the oven. It was hot, Really Hot. Sweat dripped down his forehead, making his face sparkle in the heat.
suddenly, the oven doors opened, and a deep sultry voice slunk into his ears and caressed his brain, “Chwowo.”
”Chwowo, i love the way you sparkle in my heat.”
Chrollo gasped “I thought i had turned you off earlier!”
”You did. But the passon i felt when you baked that cake lit me aflame once again.” The ovens voice rumbled through the kitchen.
”But all that work…now my cake sits but a puddle of its former self in the immense heat you’ve dispersed through my kitchen.”
The remains of the cake were dripping off the counter and evaporating when they hit the floor.
”I think you mean our kitchen, Chwowo. It wouldn’t be the same without me, and our teamwork.”
”Well. Regardless of the teamwork, you still destroyed our cake” Chrollo said, exasperated.
The Oven responded with a question; “Have you ever heard the old saying ‘Why do they call it an oven if you of in the cold food of out hot eat the food?’”
Chrollo was confused, but nodded nonetheless. “Of course. One of the most famous philosophical questions of the millennia.”
Suddenly the oven doors opened wider than they ever had before, the heat intensified, and the oven’s voice rang out.
”We can bake something even better than that cake. You must be the cold food, Chwowo. I promise my flames will not hurt you, and our souls will join together in our greatest creation yet.”
Chrollo hesitated. This was madness. Yet, he felt himself step forward. The deep, gravelly voice of the oven had an almost hypnotic effect on him. Slowly Chrollo began to crawl past the black steel doors and onto the rack. The rising heat on his skin was intense but not unbearable.
The rumbling voice of the oven was even more voluptuous from the inside, rubbing his brain more intensely than before.
”Yes Chwowo. Cwim all da way inside me.”
Chrollo kept climbing, slowly sliding his entire body past the jaws of the flaming appliance. Suddenly Chrollo remembered that he left his partner Klefki asleep inside his pocket. The jingling fairy sluggishly emerged, their steel slowly turning into sludge.
“Oh god! My Kelfki! They’re dying! My house key was on there!” Chrollo exclaimed.
“Do not fret, Chwowo. Your Klefki will become part of our new creation.” The oven’s voice was completely even, and enveloped Chrollo with a sense of calm.
Chrollo closed his eyes, and fully embraced the oven as the steel door closed behind him. The heat was all consuming, but still, he was not hurt.