you'll feel so warm and cozy when you're done. so fuzzy and nice. so close together. and just waiting to be worn.

another cutie getting tf'd into a second strand of yarn, getting knitted together with you into tight interwoven stitches, so fluffy and soft, forming such a pretty pattern

so soft and light and fluffy, being wrapped around a needle, another one gently pulling on you and twisting you, knitting you into your new form

don't worry, the changes carry over

hope they don't mind the artistic liberties, cus it might be kinda difficult to undo them

of course, whether you'll remember or be aware of that fact doesn't matter all that much to cake.

after all, cake doesn't need to think about that kind of stuff.

cake just needs to look pretty. and taste nice. that's all that matters.

cool smooth icing smears all over you as you sit on the counter, coating your mind and body in its sticky sweetness.

if you're lucky, maybe you'll be decorated to look just how you used to be, a cute little reminder of what you once were.