Cannibalcupcakeandmrbiggs Link

Biggs blinked, more in habit than surprise. Deliveries in this part of town used to be predictable: tips, insults, the occasional dog. A talking pastry was an upgrade.

“Link?” the cupcake prompted.

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He laughed and did not know if the laugh was his. “Let’s deliver it.” Biggs blinked, more in habit than surprise

“You’re late,” it said. The voice was buttery, with a crumbly chuckle. cannibalcupcakeandmrbiggs link

“You’re the CannibalCupcake?” he asked, because names in graffiti tags and black-market forums had taught him not to be casual.