A month after the incident with the stranger Eric went to work as usual, going through his daily routine. He punched in, talked to his co workers in the staff room and put on his bakers uniform. Everything was normal till he got onto the baking floor, he was the only one in the usually busy room and the some of the light where out. He looked about the room wondering what had happened, maybe some kind of drill he hadn't hear. He continued to talk around the room looking for signs of life, he asked was anybody in the room but got no reply. He started to feel uneasy like he was being watched, turning towards the entrance he briskly walked to the door trying not to panic. When he got to the door it was lock, he moved even quicker now to the emergency door and found that locked tight to. Eric nervously spoke aloud telling who ever was listening that they had there fun and now it was time to get serious. There was a pause and when no reply came Eric got angry and start to yell how it's was funny what they were doing and how he was going to report them. When there was still nothing he resorted to banging on the door's and screaming for someone to help and let him out.
After half an hour for screaming and banging around Eric tired himself out, he walked back to the countertops to sit down sully in defeat. He approached his work area for the first time since entering the room, on his counter there was an envelope with his name on it. He hadn't notice it before, had it been there from the start? he really couldn't say in all his panic. He quickly opened the letter reading the note in side. There was only one sentience type on the A4 page "JUST DESSERTS", the letters where in pink and had been print from a computer.
"What the hell does that 'JUST DESSERTS' mean, this must be someone idea of a prank" Eric said aloud to himself wondering what did it mean, then suddenly he remember the ordeal with the man on the street a few weeks ago. Could this have something to do with that guy, he did know about the added mix. If that prick is involved somehow I'll kill him. As the thought formed everything went black for Eric.
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