Spare You Some Crumbs

[Jack McCarthy]

Ok. So, Jack had a few moments to acclimatised to this quite frankly surreal situation and he’s come to a conclusion, a theory of what exactly was going on here.


Sometime in the last twenty minutes, Jack was killed. Maybe a random thief on the road stood behind him and slit his throat or maybe he was eaten by rats. Jack had no idea, but the point was quite frankly most. The point was Jack died and Danny was some kind of reaper, here to lead him to the afterlife…..


….and the afterlife was in the form of a bakery.


….He could have called it.


Jack still looked rather tense his head swinging back and forward as if expecting an owner to come by with a knife, he knew full well that he didn’t belong his, but oh my god that smell of cooking pastries was calling to him, easily the most pleasant smell he ever experienced, so much so that Jack was oddly comfortable with the idea of him dying here. It’s better than dying in the streets cold and alone like he assumed that he would.


Jack blinked several times towards Danny tilting his head as if Danny was speaking a foreign language his face slowly draining of colour putting his hands up in front of his face….”Oh...So this is….Ohhhh” Jack said slowly starting to move towards the door “Listen I know times are hard...but...yeah no….I don’t want some guy….y-you just stay there...I’m going to leave now, but I promise I won’t say a thing to the guards, I’m sure like...cannibalism is...just a taboo thing...Besides, you wouldn’t want to eat me anyway just skin and bones”

[Danny Harvick]

He still looked tense. As if he expected a knife at any moment. A stab in the back. The ambush. Danny's expression softened with sympathy once again. She wished there was a way she could prove nothing wrong was about to happen. But then he blinked. The color drained from his face rapidly and he held up his hands. It was a defensive motion. One that filled her with confusion as he backed away. He knew times were hard but he didn't want some guy? He wouldn't tell the guards about the cannibalism thing?

Danny just stood there for a heartbeat or two. Then she tried desperately to hold back the fit of genuine laughter that bubbled up in her throat. She failed miserably and couldn't stop her mirth. "I-I'm so sorry! I shouldn't be laughing but..." She descended into giggles again. Eventually she gathered herself up well enough to shake her head. "I promise you this is a normal bakery!" To prove herself she began digging around for some of their leftover pastries from the day. She found an apple pie and set it on a table. Then steeped back.

"Please, see for yourself. It's just apple pie." She assured him with a smile. "I'll even stay over here while you check it." She added. Maybe the distance between them would make him even a little more relaxed. And hopefully realize she meant no harm.

[Jack McCarthy]

He knew it! He knew that this was too good to be true. Oh god, he had it all wrong! He wasn’t dead at all, he was in mortal damage! He knew this was a mistake, this is what happened when he listened to his stomach instead of his natural intuitive paranoid mind. He came into the spider’s web without even realising it. Danny planned to lure him into his secluded store at the dead of night with no witnesses just so she could kill him cave him up and bake him into one of these demonic pastries, Shit shit! Shit! Ok, here was the plan. The moment Danny looked away Jack would rush forward kick her square in her tiny rounded pale face and then run to the hills, maybe find a touch and burn down this deprived slaughter house masquerading as a bakery the hell in which it came fro-


What….Did she say pies or guys? It had to be guys right?


What the hell was a pie.


Jack’s natural paranoia wasn’t exactly helped by Danny’s little giggle, he couldn't really tell if that was an “Oh this was a rather amusing misunderstanding” or a laugh that said “Hee. hee. Turns out I’m insane and I’m going to hack you into little pieces. Tee hee” Jack eyed the…”Pie” as it was put on the table, Jack eyes narrowed in suspicion his eyes flicking between the pie and Danny timidly approaching the pie until he leaning again the table staring a whole at it like a dog would do when confronted with a new chew toy that squeaked….after a few seconds of staring and inhaling the heavenly scent Jack looked up his eyes narrowed at Danny


“....There aren’t people baked inside is there?”

[Danny Harvick]

He approached the pie like a skittish puppy. It was kind of cute in a way. Although sad he still was so wary. Danny only stood off to the side patiently while he observed the pie. Scrutinizing it as if it would bite him suddenly. Finally he looked up with narrowed eyes. There weren't people baked inside were there? Danny did a far better job of restraining her giggles. She shook her head calmly. "No. Only apples." There were of course a few other ingredients to make it taste better, but she wasn't about to add that in case her grew even more paranoid.

Danny moved to get him a fork and a knife to eat with. She'd rather be not eat with his hands and make a mess. But instead of hand them to him, she slid them across the table. Jack's nerves were obviously already rattled enough. She didn't want to add to it by approaching him with a knife. "Cut out a slice and try it. Then you'll see it's harmless." She promised.