Caed's Panera Fanfic

Caed takes his big boy spoon and stabs it vigorously into his Panera® Mac & Cheese that he bought with his $5,000 he saved up for months to buy.
"Oh fuck yes, this is the shit", Caed exclaims.  As the bolw empties, so does his gleaming eyes, but then, he remembers he can still get 998 more bowls.

The light scratch of the chair sliding across the tiled floor echoed through the nearly empty Panera®. Dusk was beginning to fall, and surprisingly,
Caed was the only customer in sight. "These damn chairs," he scowled.
Caed bent forward and lifted his hands behind his back. He began to run into a full sprint to the counter.
"Hello sir, how may we help you?" asked the middle aged woman behind the counter. She wore a fake smile that pierced right through Caeds sensitive heart.
"You cant even put on a real smile for daddy?" he said softly. The woman behind the counter didn't hear. A silent tear rolled down Caeds cheek.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you. Could you repeat that?" She asked again politely. "Nobody every hears me...." Caed scowled, his hands turning into a fist as he
slammed in on the counter. The clerk behind the counter gasped in fear, knowing full well what school shooters were capable of. There was a shared moment of
silence between the two before a teary eyed Caed lifed his head with his final order. "I'll take 988 of your large mac + cheeses."

The middle aged woman blinked for a moment, unsure if this man was insane or simply just very hungry. Knowing how unstable this man seemed to be, she simply typed
in the numbers to the computer, completing the transaction. "Okay sir, that will be $4,970."
Caed smiled happily, knowing his wildest mac and cheese fantasies were surely about to come true. He reached into his pocket, as his face turned a ghostly white.
He had forgotten his wallet.
"fuck, do yall niggas take apple pay?" he asked. The woman smiled and nodded. "Yes my homie." Caed got out his phone, but was soon stopped in his tracks by an urgent text message.
"is this Kade from gaia?"

Caed hadn't seen his name spelled like that in years. his heart stopped, and his blood ran cold. Who was this mystery person? why would they text him now of all times?
were they trying to ruin his Panera feast?  Before he could respond, a the woman cleared her throat. "Sir, its going to be $4,970."
"Oh, yeah.. sorry" he replied, shaking as he placed his phone against the reader. "PAYMENT COMPLETE" displayed on the screen, easing caeds mind if only for a moment.
"Okay sir. It will be a few minutes." she replied, turning quickly to go into the kitchen.
Caed quickly lifted his arms behind his back and broke into a full sprint into the restroom. He had to deal with this mystic messenger in a discreet manner.
"Who is this?" He responded, fingers trembling as he pressed 'send'.
the Panera bathroom smelled like vomit and gluten, two things Caed was very used to. He knew he would find comfort here while his remaining 988 macs were cooking.
His phone vibrated. He quickly opened it.
"you offered 150,001 g on an item in my shop when I told you I needed more than 150,000."

Caed's blood ran cold once more, as his worst nightmares were confirmed. this was worst case scenario.
"That was years ago! who the fuck do you think you are contacting me after all these years?!"
He almost regretted letting his anger get the best of him, but he couldn't help his emotions. it was far to sensitive of a topic for him. in only seconds, a response sounded to his phone.
"I'm here to get revenge."
His brow furrowed, the stench of stale vomit filled his nostrils as he inhaled deeply. His eyes were seeing red. Who did this person think they were?
"Yeah, good luck you fuckin retard."
Finally satisfied, Caed stood up and walked out to the dining area. He almost looked as if he wasn't just sitting in the Panera bathroom floor for 20 minutes.

The clang of the spoon sounded through the dining area, as caed dropped his spoon. He was feeling a rumbling inside his stomach, reminding him of the putrid vomit stench in the restroom earlier.
But this wasn't just a "hey, maybe I shouldn't have eaten literally 1,000 mac and cheeses today" kind of upset stomach. Something far more sinister was happening. He opened up facebook on his phone
and posted a status, "I'm really full. If I die, at least I died doing what I loved u w u "

The phone slid out of his grasp and collided with the familiar tiled flooring. the guests were very concerned and also very disgusted. the blood he had coughed up was beginning to clot,
and leave an unpleasant smell.
His phone lit up. He tried to reach for it, but could only glance down at it. There was an incoming text message.
"oh no, they didn't tell you about the mac and cheese?"
The anger of the the unknown texter filled his muscles, giving him the strength to reach for his phone with a single hand and reply.
"what?"
how did this person know he'd just eaten mac and cheese? was this person close to him?
"fuck" he said through clenched teeth, knowing his enemy had him cornered.
"Its filled with rat poison. I wish I could say I would be at your funeral but I don't. bye felica uwu"
Caeds eyes blinked softly , in pure disbelief of what he'd just read. Was he actually going to die? was this the end of him?
He could feel his limbs growing cold, the blood wasn't reaching them anymore. His heart beat slowed to near silence. His vision was fading. this was it. he was really dying.
The middle aged woman from the counter came to his booth, with her ever present fake smile. It was enough to kill caed right there.
"how was everything?"
He weakly looked at her. "Fucking delicious" he remarked, causing the middle aged woman to frown slowly. a sinister vibe swept through the Panera.
"you're dying, aren't you?"
Caeds eyes narrowed. It must have been obvious.
She leaned down to his bloated soon to be corpse. Her mouth next to his ear, she whispered the last words caed would ever hear.
"maybe next time you don't undercut me you little bitch"