April 23rd, 2016 It was a warm and oily night. I had just been made at work and was disintegrated into a powdery form. Then a bright light appeared, followed by a bowl of other liquids mixed into me. A warm sense of pain. What seemed like hours later, i felt the cool, sticky liquid roll down my skin. 'SYRUP?!?!" I thought to myself. The fear was over whelming. But then a sudden realization hit me, dust, other liquids, heat, and now syrup. I. Was. A. Pancake. Then the smell of meaty grease overcame me. Bacon. I was struggling to fight these powers that changed me...but i could not. I HAD BECOME WHAT I ALWAYS FEARED. Maple. Bacon. Pancakes......................The Fight Will Continue.

June 6th, 2019 We begin. The syrup, the bacon, the heat. Loud bumps in the distance. The cold plate I rest on shaking softly. A large figure enters the room. We lock eyes. Quickly he runs towards me with a devilish look in his eyes. He flew into the chair in front of me forks in hand. He stabbed into my soft, sweet flesh. Eating me part by part. I was hit with a familiar sensation. Heat and burning. The smells were awful........The Fight Will Continue.