The culinary con

                                    

                                          
Deliah was still standing over Jodie's body. She began manically laughing before walking over to the classroom sink to clean her hands and the knife. As soon as the knife was clean she put it into her pocket and walked over to the table where the porcelain Jodie doll was waiting for her. She scooped up the doll and started humming her favourite creepy tune. “Baby Jodie, I will help you understand the world better. I've been an observer my entire life, you have been living in blissful ignorance. I promise I will help you learn!” Deliah said, smiling at the porcelain doll. “I promise to be the best Mummy to you” She said, putting the doll back on the table. 
Deliah was incredibly exhausted. It had taken a lot of energy and strength to kill six of the staff members and attempt to kill winter. It had been around 4 hours now since her massacre began. 
She looked around the room for a moment, reminiscing on all the memories she had made in the last few months. It's a shame that the nursery won't ever be in use again. Deliah picked the Jodie doll back up from the table and made her way back to her office. She put the porcelain Jodie doll down beside the Marjorie doll before leaving the office once again. 
Deliah was incredibly hungry. She hoped that someone had left some food in the staff room earlier in the day. She entered the staff room and stepped over Autumn's body on the floor. She looked through all the cupboards and the fridge and there was absolutely nothing. What was she gonna do now? 
Deliah stormed back to her office and picked up another doll from the corner. This particular porcelain doll had a white ribboned apron on. She was a chef. 
“Aww little baby Debs! Should we go to the kitchen together?” Deliah asked the doll, even waiting for a response. “Okay then! Let's sing your favourite song first though!” Deliah giggled, sitting back in her chair. 
“I'm a little teapot, Short and stout. Here is my handle, Here is my spout. When I get all steamed up, hear me shout. Tip me over and pour me out!” Deliah sang, holding the porcelain doll up in the air. She giggled as she brought the doll back down and into her lap. 
She sat for a while talking to her babies with the chef doll on her lap. She needed a break before carrying on her massacre. She was exhausted. 
After a while, Deliah couldn't wait anymore. She stood up and gathered all of her murderous belongings. Before leaving the office she walked over once again to talk to the Roger doll. “I still hate you. I will never treat you like my other babies.” She yelled at the porcelain doll and storming out the office.
She knew that chef was a scary woman who had access to weapons in the kitchen so she needed to catch her off guard. She decided to leave the porcelain doll outside of the door so it didn't get broken. She knew that Chef would immediately try and fight her back and she was incredibly strong. This was a very risky kill. 
“I'll be back in a minute baby Debs!” Deliah smiled at the doll as she put it down beside the door. She then peered in through the window on the door, checking to see if she could catch Chef off guard. Unfortunately for Deliah, Chef didn't look completely distracted at that moment. Deliah waited a few minutes, standing out the way of the window so that Chef wouldn't see her. 
Eventually, Deliah looked through the window and decided that this was as good as it was gonna get. Chef was opening the fridge, with her back towards the door. The knives were on the other side of the kitchen so if she acted fast she wouldn't get a chance to grab them. 
Deliah reached into her pocket, this time she had brought both of the knives with her. She held one in each hand, and with her right hand she pulled out the door remote. She quickly opened the door and slipped it back into her pocket. Chef had loud music playing from her CD player so she didn't hear the door open. 
Very suddenly, Deliah walked up behind Chef. She was still looking in the fridge with her back to the door. Deliah almost immediately stabbed each knife above Chef's hips on either side. She quickly pulled them out and Chef swung around to see who had stabbed her. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Chef snarled at the younger woman. 
“I'm sorry but this had to be done.” Deliah giggled at the older woman. “You are lucky that you caught me off guard. I will kill you with my bare hands.” Chef yelled at the woman, gripping her hips in pain. 
“The culinary con. You think it's funny to mess with people don't you? Make their lives a misery. I'm not scared of you, I can see that you're just using this tough act to get what you want.” Deliah giggled, raising both knives up to Chef's throat. She now had her back against the open fridge. 
“What on earth are you talking about?” Chef snapped at the younger woman, her eyes darting to the knife block across the room. “You know exactly what I'm talking about. Hair in the food? You put hair in my Mia's food. She didn't do anything to deserve that you are just a horrible woman on a power trip.” Deliah said, smiling at the woman. 
Chef tried to move away from Deliah but she wasn't gonna let that happen. Delilah stabbed both knives into Chef's throat. She began choking on her own blood. Deliah began manically laughing watching this. For such a scary woman she sure was easy to overpower. She's not who she presents herself as. 
Deliah immediately opened the kitchen door and picked up the porcelain Chef doll that she had left in the hallway. She didn't even wipe her hands so the doll's white ribboned apron ended up being smeared with blood. 
“Should we get some food baby Debs?” Deliah said, placing the doll down on the counter. She stepped over Chef's body, and looked through the fridge. She was standing in the pool of Chef's blood without a care in the world. Deliah soon found the food that Chef had prepared for the next nursery day. This is exactly what she was looking for.
She picked up the pan from the fridge and was overjoyed to see it was her favourite tomato pasta dish. She carried the pan over to the counter where the porcelain Chef doll was sitting and began eating as much of the pasta as she wanted. This was like a reward for all the hard work she had done. She stood there happily talking to the doll and eating her pasta. She was none the wiser that in the next room, Winter was hiding in the food storage cupboard. He had heard Chef's shouts and was trying to remain as quiet as possible. He didn't want the maniac to find him. 
THE CULINARY CON
We are here today to celebrate the life of Chef
Unfortunately, the ears this will fall on are deaf
Chef, you have always been a scary figure 
You were never scared to pull the trigger 
You only let a few people see your soft spot 
It's a shame you have now been left to rot 
So everyone come and pay your respect
To the intimidating woman you always forget
🖤