Sly, Maneki and Flora rushed down the hall and quickly shut the door behind them. It wouldn’t hold for long without some kind of reinforcements, so they had to act fast.
“Flora, Maneki, push the chair in front of the door,” Sly said, trying to remain calm. “It won’t hold it forever, but it will buy us some time at least.
“Yes, Master,” Maneki replied.
“You got it, Sly,” Flora echoed.
The two girls pushed the heavy lounge chair against the door, barricading the three of them in the room. Whatever it was out there had found them, and what banging against the door, trying to get in. The three captive friends sat against the piece of furniture to give it some extra padding.
“Flora, I thought you said you followed the recipe!” shouted Sly.
“I did,” Flora retorted. “I just don’t know what went wrong!”
“Well did you do anything different than what the recipe called for?”
“Not a thing! All I did was follow the instructions in the book. That and sing a song when I was cooking…”
“Song?” asked Maneki.
“Yeah, it was a real pretty song in Latin that I heard Scarlett singing the other day. I asked her to teach it to me, and I’ve been singing it ever since.”
“That’s probably the problem then,” groaned Sly.
“Huh? Why is that a problem?” asked Flora.
“Scarlett deals in the occult, Flora. That song she was singing must have been some sort of ancient hymn to cast a spell or summon a demon. That mean you unintentionally possessed it with a demon or something!”
“Damnit!” Flora cried. “Why does my cooking always suck so bad?”
“If we make it out of this, I’ll take you to a cooking class,” smiled Maneki, trying to calm the wolf down.
The door broke down from the outside and the creature roared, slowly climbing over the chair. The three friends retreated to the back of the room, with Flora and Maneki hiding behind Sly.
“What is that thing?!” Maneki screamed.
Flora stammered to reply to her. “I-it was supposed t-to be Sly’s b-birthday cake…”
“Well it’s certainly not too keen on being eaten! Master, do something!”
Sly thought carefully about what to do as the cake monster inched closer. That’s when it hit him: his notepad. Anything he wrote in it became reality. He reached into his back pocket, grabbed it and opened to a blank page. He took the pen in his cap and started to scribble something down. The beast roared as his prey was within grasp.
“Hurry, Sly,” Flora shrieked. “I can smell the bloodlust in his frosting!”
“Just a few more words… and done!”
As soon as he punctuated the last sentence, a portal opened up above them. Something was materializing through it. It was a mix of metal and wood. A barrel formed, as well as a stock. Sly had summoned the best weapon he knew of to deal with a rogue monster: a shotgun.
He grabbed the firearm and pointed it at the cake, which was near point blank range. “Happy birthday, you son-of-a-bitch!” he screamed before firing into the monster several times. The beast shrieked in pain, and after about four shots right in the head (or wherever the head is on a cake), it stopped moving. The eyes closed and the creature sagged to the floor.
Maneki fell to her knees, heaving a sigh of relief. “Oh thank God, it’s over.”
“Sorry I ruined your cake, Sly.” Flora murmured apologetically. “I honestly didn’t know…”
“It’s all right, Flora,” smiled Sly. “It’s the thought that counts, and I really appreciate the thought. Besides, this was definitely one of the more eventful birthdays I’ve had!”
“So, what do we do now?” asked Maneki. “The cake is, for lack of a better term, ruined.”
“How about we celebrate with pizza?” suggested Flora.
“Ooh, that sounds wonderful!”
“Heh, that does sound nice,” chuckled Sly. “I could definitely enjoy a couple slices.”
“Great!” said the wolf, happily. “I’ll start baking right away!”
“No, DON’T!” shouted Sly and Maneki.
“Relax, I was only joking! I’ll call the pizzeria and place an order.”
The three of them all started to laugh. This certainly wasn’t what Sly had counted on for a birthday. Usually birthdays are celebrated with cake, but this time he’ll get a pie. One with sauce, cheese, a good helping of pepperoni, and—best of all—not possessed by a demon.

Happy birthday  electricfox777!!!!!! We wanted to surprise you with a little bit of fun on your special day.
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