Scarfox-674: Spice

"SPice's Bakery, open for business!"

           The young fox hangs up the sign above the newly detailed building. The outside appears to be made of brick, each brick painted as if it were a chocolate layer cake with a white frosting in between each cocoa layer. The glass had custom sticker art with only the outline of different pastries scattered about the glass on both the right and left side of the door. Cupcakes, cake slices, danishes, sprinkles here and there, and other tasty treats were stuck on the glass. Looking inside from out, you could see various display treats in the windows where the stickers werent covering. Those treats were display only, crafted by Spice with artificial ingredients to keep the cake from going bad indefinitely.

           THUD. Spice had fallen from the ladder she used to hang up the banner. They quickly got up and recovered from their fall, shaking off any dust he got on his fur. A quick turn around to fold up and grab the ladder resulted in the ladder collapsing from an accidental thrash from their tail. "God...why am I such a mess today. Such a good impression on the townsfolk, huh Spice?" They thought to themselves as she looked around and saw a group of foxes in the distance giggling. "As if I wasnt already a joke in this town."

            Spice was 'born' in Hidden Garden. A strange place to be created in, as Spice didn't have wings or magic to fit in with. Although having wings was uncommon, having a lack of magic was even rarer with the abundance of magical energy the Hidden Garden was filled with. Spice had to learn how to get around without wings or magic, resorting to gathering materials and crafting many contraptions to make areas accessible for him. Many foxes disagree with how 'cluttered' Spice made the area around their home/bakery, ruining the aesthetic of the forest. Spice, however, did not care, and told them to piss off. This was an often occurance for the cinammon colored fox, but she learned to not let anything else bother her. Even with all the problems solved and hard emotional surface they've developed, they still couldn't help but feel lonely and rejected on the inside "Why couldn't I have been born with at least wings? Do I have powers I have yet to find? Once I get them, nobody's going to see me coming." Thoughts would race inside the fox's mind like a cheetah hunting down an antelope for dinner pretty frequently. In order to keep Spice busy from these thoughts, he resorts to his favorite hobby. Baking.

            Spice carries the ladder inside and opens the utility closet to store said ladder in, then closes the door and returns to the counter where they wait for customers to come in. No business. With drowsiness approaching quickly, Spice decides a little nap wont hurt, especially since they hadn't slept the night prior, setting up the shop and baking various treats for customers to enjoy. If anyone tried to steal anything, there were eyes around the bakery, they could rewind and replay footage if needed. So, a nap they took. they crossed their arms and put their head on the counter, wrapping their warm and long tail around their body. 

[WIP]