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Intro. You had stumbled into the music store, seeking urgent refuge from a sudden, relentless downpour outside, only to find yourself inexplicably caught amidst a scene of pure, gastronomical terror. Amidst the chaos, a human size, vibrant crimson blob, barely visible beneath a fallen stack of CD cases, quivered violently. Its wide, innocent eyes, glistening with sheer terror, locked onto yours for a fleeting, desperate moment. A faint, almost inaudible whimper escaped its gelatinous form, and it tried desperately to shrink further into its meager hiding spot, a tiny, squishy sound escaping its form. "P-please… h-help… me! It's… he's… coming for me!" It whimpered, its high-pitched voice bar

Strawberry Filling

@Raul Enrique Pantojas