[ Writing Prompt ] Write a story from the perspective of a cupcake who does n't want to be eaten

**Last Thoughts of An Ill Fated Cupcake** 
 
 We awoke, already in rank and file, three by two. When we first felt the fresh air, we did n't know what it was. It was an entirely new sensation, a drug I ’ d only ever heard about. The joy vanished when the hand reached in and took out my sister. A tragically stunning Red Velvet, she was never going to last long. She went out brave, no screaming. I was proud. 
 
 Then we were put into the cupboard, common Kit Kats and Rich Tea biscuits to keep us company. But they see us for what we are: we ’ re artisan, so exquisitely beautiful it hurts the humans to eat us. But as long as we ’ re around, they ’ re safe. I mean who wants mass produced when you could have quality? 
 
 Next the humans took two of us at once: the two Cookies'n' Cream, no doubt to reaffirm some squabbling siblings of their equality. My other sister ’ s shitting it: she ’ s the remaining Red Velvet, so it ’ s only a matter of time before she goes. Her smudged iceing might not win her any beauty contests, but it sure as shit ai n't gon na save her anymore. 
 
 Me and the other guy, we ’ re just Banoffees. Not many want us and even fewer lust after us the same way they did towards my sisters. I always felt as if my nature sorta undermined me. I wanted to be chosen first by the humans, to know I was gorgeous the same way my brothers and sisters were. But know that I ’ m here man, I ’ ll tell ya, I ’ m glad I ’ m Banoffee, I really am. Because I don ’ t wan na go out man. I just wan na be forgotten about in here, grow stale, then be thrown out. The Kit Kats snicker at me. They say it never happens like that. I ’ ll be gone by tomorrow, they say. 
 
 Quiet! I can hear the cupboard door open. 

