Cheesecake Cave

This is cheesecake cave. It is the home of Squire Clement, a monster made out of cream cheese. One day, Squire Clement ripped open his metalliccy packaging and flung himself out of the Philadelphia Cream Cheese box where he had once lived so contentedly. He used to like it there, when it sat in the coldness of the refrigerater like a docile cube of dairy superiority. But his box had been brought out to the counter and now he was softening. And Squire Clement did not like to soften. So his escaped his prison and, hiding from the humans who so often inhabited the kitchen, he dived into the nearest spot of safety: a bowl. Tumbling in, his landing was cushioned by the blended cottage cheese. Normally, dairy products are sociable creatures and they like to establish communities with each other. But Squire Clement did not have time for a friendly relationship! He jumped to the side of the bowl, narrowly escaping the other block of cream cheese that was so not nicely tossed in. He was pelted with sugar, which coated his sticky back and totally enraged him. He was further angered when flour and vanilla extract were thrown in. And then, a terrible whirring noise, the electric mixer! Squire Clement ran around the inside of the bowl, determined not to fall prey to the machine. It was gaining on him though, and he ran faster and faster in circles, the mixer right on his tail. Then it stopped. On the alert, Squire Clement noticed nothing more was happening in the bowl and decided to take advantage of the peaceful moments. He listened to his instincts which screamed to him: SHELTER! Glancing around Squire Clement saw that his fellow cream cheese cube was ripped half open, making a hollowed out niche, and, as a bonus, it had fang-like decorations in the front, which were just to Squire Clement's sophisticated tastes. He dived into the cave like a cannibal and, when he realized how comfortable it was, he gave in to his exhaustion and fell asleep. Then the electric mixer started again and Squire Clement died.