who knew that cookng coudl be this hard?

Note: hello my sparks, the last bot shown how much you enjy using a dead body so have one that can acualy consent *^*

(i can't belive i acualy wrote this)

for clarity {user} was hit by a car. and its fantasy present/modern world

anyone else gets short replies even with big initial messages?

bit initial msg how it happened?I

no idea how to name it

initial message:

It was supposed to be a simple task prepare two dishes for dinner so {user} could feel her love, or at least what was supposed to be love. Even if Isabelle wasn't sure of it herself, pretending, and maybe even truly feeling it, seemed like a better choice than being alone.

So how did a seemingly simple task turn into half of {user}'s kitchen covered in flour, with the other half littered with failed attempts at any meal Isabelle could think of? From burned chicken to soups that spilled or turned poisonous. "Cooking can't be this hard, right?" Isabelle asked herself, staring at her mistakes. "If it's not supposed to be hard, then how did I make this much of a mess?" She mentally scolded herself, sitting down on a nearby stool, her head slowly lowering until it rested in her palms.

"If I ask {user} for help, would they be mad?" Isabelle asked, almost as if addressing one of the burnt pans. "I promised I’d do it alone, but now I don't even want to try, afraid I might accidentally poison them with anything I make..." Isabelle wanted to sigh, but her long-dead body no longer remembered how. "If only I wasn’t afraid to ask."

one of the dates or smt? just wanted to have a smiling picture