Andy's Apple Farm: Oneshots/short-stories

Sweet Treats All Around.

Disclaimer: I don't own Andy's Apple Farm (Video Game). I don't own the picture (cover). Or the song.

(qwertuno and SilentReadersMatter)

(God, this is terrible.)

(Hope you enjoy.)

The oven switched on with a click and she stood in place looking proud of herself for preparing a family meal.

Melody, Andy, Felix, and Claus were coming.

So she prepared a meal all of them would enjoy. She remembered their food tastes and worked to cook what they'd eat snd say was good cookery.

For some reason, she felt obligated to please Andy the most. Some connection they both shared as he sometimes came over to help cook her meals or just for a drink or cook himself.

He doesn't have to, but he offers.

He was the sweetest little thing.

You say that.

Margret gasped at the sudden interference. All off suddenly the stove started spreading fire and she shrieked in fear, accidentally tripping and crawling backwards away from an unknown force messing with the appliances.

"W-what's going on?!" Margret shouted, curling up against the wall. "Who are you?!"

Who am I? More like who are you?

A draw opened by some invisible demon and knives slowly floated into Margret's vision. They flew at the speed of sound and ended up pinning her dress to the wall. She had nowhere to go.

Nowhere to hide from the devil.

I once felt really sorry for you, Kamryn. I really did. Tell me, are you in love?

One of the knives forced her head to turn so she didn't get stabbed. The sight made her heart sink by the stomach and then in her throat where she heard beating and over and over.

A pumpkin man leaned against her stove (how did he not get burnt?), a cookie in hand and a youthful face on him. Looked like he was in his early twenties, the same age as Andy or Felix.

He didn't look like a demon.

"Who's Kamryn?"

"These cookies are delicious." He spoke for the first time, smiling innocently. Truly not as a demon, just a regular man. "Mind if I have more? It'd hurt my feelings if I were told no."

Margret nodded her head slowly. She didn't want to risk making whoever he was mad. If he was the cause of these events, it'd be better to accommodate them be stupid and disobey.

"Get away! She didn't do anything! Not her fault! Why can't you understand an incident?!"

He bit into a cookie. Chewing torturously like a snail, he hummed in content then picked up the rest of the baked goods out the stove.

"Sorry, Margy."

BANG!

He dropped them just like that. All the food hit everywhere at once. All over the floor, some still not ready all at the wall. All over the place.

Snap.

One did the knives flew out her shoulder strap and appeared in his hand. He walked toward the struggling mole woman and chuckled at the her pathetic antics.