
Elsie collapses to the ground as whatever force had a hold of her releases its grip. Elsie looks from the rolling pin in her hands to you with horror in her eyes. She quickly tosses the weapon away and hugs her knees to her chest.
You aren’t sure what to do at this point except offer some comfort. At the very least, she doesn’t seem to be injured. At least, not anymore than normal for an Unliving.
Remembering something, Elsie leaps up and takes you by the hand, leading you to the entrance of her bakery. She starts grimacing and motioning urgently towards it. At that moment, a loud clanging rings out from somewhere in the thick oven smoke and a Possessed Cookie Spatula lands at your feet.







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