A cupcake BUILT for two - 250 reads Special

I TOTALLY didn't forget I had to write this :,D

also, this is a longer chapter than the extras btw 

ik this is like, 17 reads late but wahtev

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Shrimpo sat at that stupid lake again, the water still blue but lighter - some emotional depth atleast. He took a drag from his cigar, the hot smoke burning against his lungs but he couldn't really bother to care.

"Shrimpo?" He heard a suspiciously fishy voice ask, totally not making him jump ( he definitely jumped).

"What do you want, Finn-y?" The shrimp asked, not even bothering to face Finn as he said it.

"Finny?"

"Finny."

"Finny?" he repeated, deadpan.

"Well, yeah," Finn replied, stepping into view. "I brought something."

Shrimpo finally glanced over—and froze.

There it was.

The Cupcake.

Not just a cupcake. The cupcake. Frosted like it was entering a beauty pageant, paper-wrapped in gold foil, and roughly the size of a personal pizza. A swirl of sky-blue icing sat on top like a sugary crown, glittering dangerously in the sunlight.

It was stupid. Dumb. Infantile. But also...chocolate. With sprinkles. Maybe he'd suffer through it. For the symbolism.

"...Why?" Shrimpo asked, voice flat.

Finn beamed. "For us."

Shrimpo blinked. "You brought a 3-pound cupcake. To a lake?"

"It's symbolic."

"Of what? Arterial blockage?"

Finn ignored that. "It's called 'A Cupcake for Two.' Fitting, right?"

Shrimpo stared at the thing like it had personally insulted his lineage. "...You better not expect me to smile or anything."

"Wouldn't dream of it," Finn said, already sitting down and unwrapping the foil like he was handling ancient treasure.

They sat there, side by side, the silence between them filled only by birdsong, distant water ripples, and the subtle crunch of a glitter sprinkle being mercilessly crushed.

Shrimpo took a bite.

He did not smile.

But he also didn't stop eating.

"250 reads and all I got was half a cupcake. What a scam."

And somewhere, in the distance, the author high-fived themselves for stalling plot progression with baked goods.