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Mr Calloway's Baking Party!

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Copy pasted from fanfic dot net cus I couldn't make an account here for a bit. Bad and stupid on purpose I swear...

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Everything you could ever need for baking delicious treats was set up in the kitchen. From flour, brown sugar, whipped buttercream in every color of the rainbow, Mr Calloway had it all perfected. Now all that was needed was..

*Ding dong!*

"Ack, open up! I'm getting soaked!"

That tone was clear, Dr. Fischer was here! Calloway swung open the door for him, revealing Sylvestere was with him too. Fischer pushed past Calloway and shook off the water like a cat.

"BLEAH! Stupid rain!" 

He hissed, Sylvestere softly giggling at him.

"I told him to get the umbrella."

Sylvestre said smugly to Mr Calloway. Fischer padded himself down with some paper towels as him and Sylvestere entered the kitchen.

"So we're baking? I thought you liked doing all the baking for us." 

Fischer sneered, picking up a boxed cake mix and inspecting it like a bug.

"I thought it'd be a wonderful indoor activity for us all to do! You may enjoy it a lot! Baking is science after all!" 

Calloway smiled, Fischer's expression however was skeptical.

"I'll be the judge of that."

Before he could though..

*Ding dong!*

Professor Lewis had rung the doorbell! With help of Falsemoth picking him up, of course!

"Sorry for being late, traffic was miserable with the rain"

Lewis said, hanging up a trench coat and hat. Falsemoth immediately scurried into the kitchen with the others.

"Baking.. How fun." 

It stuffed it's proboscis into the sugar, Fischer letting out a noise of disgust.

"You a fly or something now?" 

Embarresed, False quickly put down the sugar.

"Sorry..."

"Oh don't be so rude, Fischsticks."

Sylvestre grabbed the sugar. He stuck a hand in it and ate a bit.

"It's perfect."

Dr. Fischer didn't verbally apologize, but he gave Falsemoth a guilty look.

Lewis already seemed to have started working on a cake. He was in his own little world, mixing every ingredient he could before the sugar. He began chopping some carrots, making them into strips before grating them for extra smoothness.

"May I have some of that sugar now?"

He said, a little confident as he prided himself on being the only one actually doing the activities so far. This seemed to spark interest in the other three, who all looked around at the array of baking materials.

"You know I haven't made my scrapyard delight in a while.."

Sylvestre said, putting a hand on his chin. Fischer seemed excited by whatever this dessert was he had in mind. Falsemoth passed the sugar to Lewis as another ring of the doorbell came.

*Ding... Dong...*

*Ding...Dong...*

*Ding...Dong...*

Mr Calloway hadn't answered it. Where was he anyway? Lewis questioned this as he dropped what he was doing and went to get the door.

Prof Lewis shouted as he ran back to the others. His hands were shaking and clammy, and he was breathing heavily.

"What? Ghost at the door?"

Fischer asked, not taking this seriously. Lewis shook his head and pointed towards the open door.

Collapsed on the floor was a body. Calloway's body. He looked incredibly bloody, pink bleeding out everyw- wait pink??? All of the blood, the guts coming out of his torso, the exposed bone on his fingers, it was all cake. He was lifeless and didn't seem to be faking it. Sylvestre had seen worse. Unlike the others, he wasn't that phased by it. At least that's how he was acting. He poked around the corpse, lifting up the rainbow sour belt intestines and giving them a tug.

"Well, he was always sweet."

Sylvestre wiped the blood off himself, as everyone contemplated what to do.

"Who.. did this?"

Falsemoth croaked out. Suddenly, there was a noise coming from the kitchen. The group turned to see a small TV was sitting by the microwave as a video started playing. Appearing on the screen was Mr Calloway, alive and with a glitterly rainbow background behind him.

"Hellooo my funny fun friends! It looks like you've discovered a body! Am I dead? Am I pretending? Who is to say? Haha! Baking is a joy, but so is a thrill! So I've decided to make a game for you with a totally amazing prize! 

His tone changes, the rainbow background fading away. 

One of you is the murderer. One of you killed me. If you successfully find the right killer, you will get a reward.

The tone went back to normal, if anything it's even brighter than before.

Have a fantastic time! Oh and there's others around, and they're suspects just the same! Tata!"

With that, INCOG Inc was down one member.