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

I've seen a lot of shit in my days. From the moment I came piping hot out of the oven, I witnessed things no other cupcake has seen before. Before too long, I was a decorated vet; I earned my swirls just like the next guy. Surviving in this world was n't about cooling off on some wire rack, expecting to find tranquility in a house full of fourth graders. No, it was about making it big - lasting'til after dinner. 
 
 I saw my buddies fall left and right. One poor bastard was picked from the tray and fell straight to the floor. There was no five-second rule for his soul. To the trash he went. 
 
 I thought I was lucky. I figured I could have been the last one eaten, saved for desert in a world where second helpings are nothing more than a guarantee. Hell - I was at the pinnacle of my life before I saw the grubby hands of a fat boy wrap his sticky nubs around my neck. I tried to fight back, tried to think of all the good times I had.... yet this monster was already tonguing my head, licking up my tasty top. 
 
 And thus the first bite came.... 

