The solid tomb all around you cools, and you take bites every now and then to cut out a little space for yourself. Your appetite is not enough to eat yourself free, unfortunately.
Nothing of the outside world is apparent through the darkness, until the cake is cut. Then there is finally some vibration as the knife slices, each attack ending with the 'clang' of the blade striking the surface of the plate. You can well imagine the geat heaps of sweet dessert being passed to various giants for their devouring.
You just have to hope that the owner of this particular slice will be slow and careful, and spot you here rather than just scarfing it down without thought.
The surprise is when no further activity comes: it remains dark, with no hint of the walls around you tumbling down. Is someone not that hungry?
And what is it that happens to uneaten food? It is put away for later. You don't know why your cake was left alone, why no-one was concerne dover not finding the little man figure. But you do know that the temperature is falling far further than it should. Yes, this is cooling far below room temperature.
Your frigid corpse may eventually thaw out, but you die as little better than a buried snack within a cake slice within the refrigerator.
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