Cake

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Stephen loathed his birthday… It was the one day of the year where he couldn’t hide behind a mask and pretend things were okay. It was the one day of the year where things just never went according to plan. It was the one day of the year where everything seemed to go wrong.

This year was proving to be no exception.

His attempts to make a small cake for himself, as is tradition, were botched with his shaking hands… Just like the year before. With the interior of the cake now firmly setting itself in the trash, he resigned to clean up his mess and eat the sweet chocolate frosting instead. Sitting at a table, spoon in one hand, phone in the other, the normal garb he wore replaced with a soft sweater that Christine gave to him ages ago– casual clothing.

He wondered if anyone even realized the situation at hand, if they knew that his birthday was today– one year older, one year closer to his inevitable death, knowing full well that his time was limited. A lesson he witnessed with the Ancient One, she who taught him everything he knew about the mystic arts and more. She gave him more than he could bargain for. As he thought about the prospect, his intake of sweetened chocolate sugars increased, a large spoonful disappearing without a trace into his mouth.

The sounds of the sanctum door opening almost completely slipped past him. By the time his mind had registered the entirety of the situation, it was already too late. The individual in question had already come into his location. They stood there, staring at him, only resulting in a sigh from the Sorcerer Supreme.

“Greetings, welcome to my personal hell, my name is Doctor Stephen Strange and I’m the damned one in this cell today. May I ask which torture this is? Personal embarrassment or ridicule via useless human vocals.“

Sunset wasn’t sure what to expect when she had walked into The Sanctum this morning, but the one thing she definitely didn’t expect was seeing Doctor Strange sitting at the table… Eating frosting from a spoon. Once the initial surprise had warn off, she finally found it in herself to answer his question.

“Um… Neither Doctor. Just a… Wave of curiosity. Are… Are you alright?”