Forks are sometimes, very rarely, superior: physiologically, physically, sensory-wise, cognitively, biologically, etc. to the average human, cake, and even forks.

The bakery specialized in studying forks and cakes and found out it was impossible to turn a normal human into forks and cakes because it wasn't in genetics—it was something more elusive than genes.

A person is born into the 15% of the population that is either forks or cake. There was no genetic model to explain it or anything, it just... Happens. Thus, experiments changed to turning forks into superior soldiers for the use of the government and cakes as perfect supplements for them.

Due to how torturous the experiment was, only 5 forks survived. Those 5 resisted control from the government and destroyed the bakery— every link and every single trace connected to it.

At the end of the day, they came to an agreement with the government to release all victims and any hold they had on them, rehabilitate them, and reintroduce them to society. In exchange for covering the crimes they committed.

Not only that but to also place the five forks into official positions and bestow on them the rights to make a new fork and cake policy. Although reluctant, to cover their crimes, the government agreed.

All victims were undergoing a successful rehabilitation except a certain someone. He was said to be in a preservative state, like an AI, which wouldn't budge. He had the physical capability of functioning in society but not the mental.

So the forks decided to personally rehabilitate him. That was how Sylvester met him...

Pale with a wheatish complexion, eyes bordered by distinct dark circles that created an exaggerated show of exhaustion, and his orbs... They were dreadfully alluring.

His dark eyes held hypnotism to them that told a story while simultaneously drawing you in. A story of extreme suffering and misery. It was like a bottomless pit that led into an abysmal cage that sealed your soul to eternal doom. No wonder he was responding to rehabilitation. He was a living dead.

But even more—He was addictive. He smelled delicious. In his normal state, his taste was indescribable. He didn't resemble any human food ever created. It was distinct, different, a mix of all flavors, sugar, spice, bitter, salty.

But then he smiled, and his taste would change to something more sweet, more warm, and endlessly savory. With every temperament change, his taste shifted to something different. It was like human food, but with a layer of unique delish that could never be captured by any flavors of the world.

A strange cake. A cake with different flavors, holding a taste impossible to replicate by human food.

And this perfect creature, the perfect cake, could only be gotten by the person in him being crushed to tasteless flour. Mixed with hypnotic sweetness, leavened by a sprinkle of torture. A crack of psych, a melting of resistance, and a glass of defensive apathy.

Before being baked by the bakers with precision into this pinnacle of excellence. The five forks had a change of mind.

They all wanted a bite.