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

Opening my eyes was far more difficult than usual. I was sweating hard, and I felt constricted, as if I had been tied up. 
 
 As my eyes adjusted, I could see the kitchen where I was conceived, but it seemed blurry still. I focused in, and realized I could see part of my reflection. Just a window?! 
 
 Damn it! I thought for sure, my end would n't be like this. Not in some cheap oven and definitely not in the stomach of some 6 year old. 
 
 I was determined to get out of here and make it out alive. No way would I be baked and eaten like the rest of them. I watched Larry and Susan get taken alive. Their limbs being torn to pieces as those humans heartlessly ripped apart their bodies and formed some sort of sandwich with them. Those kids just ripping apart the attached rings and stickers, and licking off the frosting and throwing away the rest as if it meant nothing -- NEVER -- not to me. Not to me. 
 
 I had to plan my escape, but being stuck in this tin was no joke. No matter how much I wiggled, I was stuck. Had n't these people ever heard of Pam?! 
 
 As I struggled and struggled, I noticed another cupcake rising and waking up. I did not want to startle him right away, so I let him catch his breath before I said anything. If I... we were going to escape, we needed to do this together. I did n't need a hysterical cupcake. I needed a focused one. 
 
 When he finally opened his eyes, he seemed confused, just as I did. He turned towards me without saying a word. Just stared in disbelief and shock. 
 
 I needed him calm. I guess I would have to break the ice here. 
 
 `` It's hot in here, huh?'' 
 
 `` Whoa! A talking cupcake!''
