Obsessed to Make You Mine. (Red-Velv x Pastry).

Chapter Four: Doubtful Disguise.

Chapter Four: Doubtful Disguise.

Saint Pastry, when that name comes to mind, you think of an angel. An angel that once served, or served god in a way that was filled with nothing but pure bliss. A way an angel is formed is they were good throughout, or, most of their life. Saints always had the best lives, right?

Well, when it came to Pastry's family tree, and the family in general, she could easily debunk that stereotype.

"You dare to talk back to your father?!" Father said as he slapped Pastry in the face as Pastry's tears had started to drown her face out.

"You ungrateful disgusting brat... you... you ruined the family name, and now it is time to pay!"

"What daughter did I raise?! What devil has possessed my baby?!" Mother said loudly as she went behind father, her eyes swelling with tears and terror as Pastry was held down by two sisters.

"Mommy!..." Pastry stuttered out as she tried to run over to Mother, but failed as her wrists were held tightly by the two emotionless sisters behind her.

"Please!... I didn't hurt Dove! Daddy's... Father is lying to you!" Pastry begged as her eyes started to shine, the salty tears kept pouring as her face began to turn red, the frustration and panic in Pastry's face was enough to show how much she hated Father.

"I hate you father! You ruined my mommy, you ruined Dove, and now you are going to kill me!? You are a murderer! Burn in hell!"

"Take that pest away from me at once oh Godly Sisters, and rebake her to a normal girl!" Father demanded as the sisters dragged Pastry towards the radiating oven.

The oven had slowly started to make Pastry feel like she was going to melt, her eyes had teared up more due to the intensity of the heat as she tried to resist the grip of the sisters but failed miserably. She was let go for a second, but before she could escape, she was pushed into the oven of heat that had taken her in blissfully as Pastry began to cry and beg before the oven door was shut, as all the heat started to take effect on her body.

Her screams had tried to break the silver oven, but the heat had continued to melt her down, and off it went with her eyes, and then with her brain, as she began to melt, and reform.

"Pastry!"

Pastry shot up awake and gasped as her name was yelled out by a familiar voice. She looked around frantically, her mind still dizzy, her eyes still nauseous from what she had dreamt, but before she could get up, a pair of two hands had grasped onto Pastry's shoulders, causing her to snap back fully into reality as she turned to her left side and saw him.

"Calm yourself, Pastry! It's just me, Blackberry is with Strawberry, you're alright, I ain't no kidnapper," Adventurer Cookie took his hands off of Pastry as he went in front of Pastry to reassure her that she wasn't hallucinating or going crazy.

"How'd..." Pastry stuttered. "How'd you get inside?"

"Well, my wife can't use her ghost magic as a way to unlock the door, but she did use her ghost vision to see what was goin' on with you," Adventurer explained.

"So I was able to lockpick my way, my wife opened the door to the house, and then I lock picked my way into your room."

Pastry laughed slightly yet couldn't help but feel impressed at how well Adventurer was able to handle a situation that he didn't understand.

"Was I... Was I really out for that long?"

"Well, my wife called me after you were almost an hour in the bathroom, so something had to have been up, especially after that bloody towel," Adventurer Cookie explained, as Pastry couldn't help but feel shame at making her friends worried.