#bonniesbakerykin

[fictionkinfessions]

i shouldn’t even have to say this, but i will - fuck you bonnie. fuck you and your “sympathetic backstory” to hell and back, i’ll never forget what you did to me, i’ll never forget what i saw and heard and the smells and all the people you hurt and i hope you rot. if you do feel guilt i hope it’s eating you alive

— the protagonist, bonnie’s bakery

[fictionkinfessions]

Oh I really miss my bakery. It was my everything, my baby, I saved up for so long, pinched pennies, lived in some quite sad places I’d rather not expand on, all for hopes that my bakery was worth it.

All the ingredients were bought out of pocket, with my own money, even if I didn’t have a profit that day. I only used the freshest of the fresh. I took so much pride in my cozy little bakery, how it always smelled of sweets and pastry,

I was always busy with cooking and baking right then and there, preparing the ingredients. I know I could’ve made it easier on myself by doing more prep work before, but I always loved letting people see my work, see their orders come right out of the oven and carried over to them. The delight on their faces was wonderful.

I miss my bakery, and I know I should feel bad and have remorse for what I’ve done, but I can’t help but see them as anything more than my ingredients. I did it then to make it easier for myself. I loved my little bakery more than anything, I gave up everything for it, I would’ve even given myself up too if that were an option.

- Bonnie (Source is Bonnie’s Bakery)