Two Thousand Words Make a Good Milestone

I've decided not to post the work I'm doing on the story prompts I mentioned in my last post. But I AM going to continue to post my S.A.D. 2 story. I reached a bit of a milestone today (as far as I'm aware at any rate): I have written a story that is, so far, two thousand words long and counting. Originally, I was going to write this story at that length, but given that I have more ideas for this world I'm creating, and given my idea to turn it into a novel, these two thousand words are--at best-- the first two chapters. Or, at least the first chapter and a half. I think working on multiple stories at once has proven to be quite beneficial to me. I suppose it keeps things fresh in my mind. Or something like that. Anyway, 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 crueller. The eclair's mouth screwed up as deep within a low growl emerged. It opened its mouth and said, "STOP!" Utterly dumbstruck by the word, the jelly donut let go of the shank and jumped back. It found within itself a vocal rumbling. "Wh-wh-what?" "Stop trying to stab me! That hurts!" said the eclair. Quite confused by what was not only going on in front of it but by what was going on within itself, the jelly's anger turned to fear and back to anger. It grabbed the frosty shank from the ground and got up. With a primal yell, it attacked the eclair. The eclair dodged to the left of the jelly donut and pushed it into a creampuff. A gash opened in the creampuff letting out a piercing shriek. The jelly donut and the eclair covered their ears, shrinking in pain. The creampuff began rocking back and forth before it started rolling around the jelly donut and the eclair like a culinary version of "Cowboys & Indians"... if all the Indians did was circle the cowboys and scream. 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. A pig in a blanket laid on his side, watching as Jelly dragged the screaming Cream Puff to the back of...what was this? And why was that cream puff screaming? He rolled over to his other side. Dozens more of his brothers and sisters lay beside him. Some were rocking back and forth, while others were flailing their arms above them. Arms? He looked down at himself. He didn't have arms. Or legs. Why doesn't he have any legs? A fierce shuddering pain shot through him then, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut. When the pain passed, he opened his eyes slowly. He felt odd movement at his sides. When he looked to his left, two meaty hands faced him. Frightened, he turned his head quickly the other way, only to be further terrified with another pair of hands.Seeing the mutant Pig in a Blanket, Jelly feared there would be trouble here. He went to the edge of the shelf, dragging the screaming Cream puff, and looked down. Excellent! Another shelf. Perhaps this one will be more secluded so he could work in peace. Ha! Peace! He giggled to himself.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. A pig in a blanket laid on his side, watching as Jelly dragged the screaming Cream Puff to the back of...what was this? And why was that cream puff screaming? He rolled over to his other side. Dozens more of his brothers and sisters lay beside him. Some were rocking back and forth, while others were flailing their arms above them. Arms? He looked down at himself. He didn't have arms. Or legs. Why doesn't he have any legs? A fierce shuddering pain shot through him then, causing him to squeeze his eyes shut. When the pain passed, he opened his eyes slowly. He felt odd movement at his sides. When he looked to his left, two meaty hands faced him. Frightened, he turned his head quickly the other way, only to be further terrified with another pair of hands. Seeing the mutant Pig in a Blanket, Jelly feared there would be trouble here. He went to the edge of the shelf, dragging the screaming Cream puff, and looked down. Excellent! Another shelf. Perhaps this one will be more secluded so he could work in peace. Ha! Peace! He giggled to himself. Flinging Cream Puff downward from his side, Jelly let inertia carry him over and down. Jelly landed on top of Cream Puff with a sickening crunch and a pain shot through his side. Looking at his side, he saw that jelly was leaking from it. He rolled off Cream Puff, who had gone silent from the fall. Cracks and flakes riddled through Cream Puff's body, looking like a white-lined road map of particularly messy game of Pick Up Sticks. Some sort of clear substance leaked from Cream Puff's eyes. Cream Puff was shaking and moaning softly. Jelly stuck a finger under one of Cream Puff's eyes, catching a bit of the liquid on it. He tasted the liquid. Mildly bitter and salty. The flavor pleased Jelly greatly. What please him more, though, was what caused the tear. Cream Puff was obviously in great pain. Landing on the hard metal surface and being squashed under Jelly's much larger bulk no doubt caused it. Jelly hit Cream Puff with his frosty shank. "Silence, you twat!" he said.