Night of the Sentient Pastries (Don't Worry, That's Just a Placeholder Title)

Today at work was very busy, yet I still managed to squeeze out 368 words. And it didn't take me more than an hour. That was awesome. And when I read over what I had written, it dawned on me that this alleged flash fiction or short story is more likely going to be a novel. Or at least a long novella. I had such an explosion of ideas I wanted to do with this story, I don't think it would do to limit myself. I'm going to write in the direction I think is best AND most interesting, and that's as a novel. I've never written more than a few thousand words about....anything. So to come to the conclusion (after finding out this story is already nearly 1000 words) that I am going to write a novel freaked me out, but then I realized I have enough of an idea that it's entirely possible to do. As with my last S.A.D. story, this is a very, very rough draft. The tone, the flow, the proper English... pretty much everything is all over the place, but I'll make it a cohesive piece later on. For now, I'll just get the ideas down as fast as I can. Here's the story so far:

When the baker closed for the night, he had no idea the yeast in the day's labor was not going to be the only thing that would rise that night. A truck rumbled by, as he got into his car and drove away.In the darkness of the night, a jelly donut stirred from its slumber as a jolt shook its body. In the glaze of his donut countenance, two slits cracked open, revealing strawberry jelly eyes. It blinked and some jelly leaked out of its eyes. It shuddered then, and two arms tore themselves from the donut's sides. Jelly seeped out its bottom, two strawberry trails. It rocked back and forth in an effort to sit up. It was to no avail, but it was determined to free itself from its glass cage. Minutes felt like hours as it lay there struggling. Another jolt racked his body. When the jolt hit the strawberry trails, the donut could feel the power come into them. He wiggled his new legs. It was invigorating, this new power. He sat up, flakes of glaze floating off his new appendages. The donut blinked as tears of jelly seeped from his eyes. A rage swelled within it, as intense as it was inexplicable. It reached a hand up and took a tear of jelly on his finger and smeared it below each of its new eyes. Nearby, an eclair shook as a great rent tore across it. The eclair screamed and howled in pain. The Jelly donut gathered up all its strength and stood up for the first time. On wobbly jelly legs, it took its first step. And then another. And another. It turned and walked toward the eclair. Its legs felt heavy with purpose, but the determination was strong within. As the jelly donut came closer to the eclair, the screams got louder. The eclair shook violently again, as another tear appeared above its mouth. It blinked a few times before its chocolate pupil turned towards the jelly donut. Its fearful screams turned to such urgency that creamy spittle began to fly out of its mouth. The donut reached down and tugged on a dried line of frosting. With each moment the eclair screamed, the more strength the jelly donut felt coursing through itself. A shard finally gave, and the jelly donut raised it above its head, letting out a shout of victory so loud, it shook the display case. Swelling with self-confidence, the jelly donut ran at the eclair with a war-cry. As the jelly donut got close enough to plunge its frosted shank into the eclair's soft doughy flesh, the eclair was wracked with painful jolts. Arms sprang out from its sides, the same as it did with the jelly donut, and as the shank came down to a whispers' space to the eclair's head, the eclair's arms shot out and grasped the shank, stopping the plunge dead. Grunting with the strain, the eclair worked his new arms, finding the strength to protect itself. The jelly donut leaned toward the eclair, letting its weight drive the shank closer to the eclair's chocolate-covered skin. They both shook with their efforts. Pain unlike anything it had ever experience coursed through the eclair's body. Creamy legs shot out of the bottom of the eclair like a bullet. The eclair screamed at the pain, but focused its energies on its new legs. With a great shove of its leg, the eclair flung the jelly donut over his head, slamming it into a cruller. Jelly donut looked at its shank and then at the cream puff and back at the shank. An evil thought crossed its newfound mind and it aimed to realize it. The bloodlust coursed through its gelatinous veins. Its breath became more rapid with the anticipation. But what to do with this troublesome eclair? It had already proved to be quick. The eclair would just get in Jelly's way, of this it was certain. Jelly donut knew the eclair's kind. Just knew it. More cream puffs began to awaken to this new world, screaming just like their forefather, but so far not moving anywhere. Jelly knew if it didn't act now it would lose its chance. As the cream puff rounded behind Jelly, Jelly squatted and jumped with all its might at the circling puff, shank held out in front of it with both hands. Oh, this was going to be a glorious thing, Jelly thought. Eclair made for one of Jelly's legs, but he was not as quick as Jelly feared. Jelly's leg slipped through Eclair's fingers as if the leg was slick butter and not sticky jelly. Eclair landed on his face. When he looked up, he saw that Jelly had himself landed. Jelly brought up his shank and made to slit the cream puff in half. Eclair thrust himself to the nearest dried trail of frosting, taking a page from Jelly's book. He wrenched a piece free almost effortlessly and flung it at the hand that Jelly was holding his shank. Eclair's sugary missile hid its target dead on, causing Jelly's hand to drop the shank. Stunned and in pain but not deterred, Jelly grabbed the cream puff's hand as it birthed itself from the puff's side. Jelly leaned back off the edge of display and he and the cream puff fell into oblivion. Eclair ran to the edge. When he looked down, he saw Jelly and Cream Puff had landed in a pile of pigs in a blanket. Jelly smiled devilishly up at Eclair and shouted, "Suck it, bitch!" Pigs in a blanket moaned and cried, as Jelly took his prize to the back of the second shelf, well out of the sight of Eclair.