K.O. sat on his bed and looked at the floor. It's been almost a year since T.K.O. first came into existence, and K.O. wanted to do something for him.

He sat there, thinking of what to do. Maybe he could bake him a cake and draw him a cute picture. Or maybe he could just go inside his head and hang out with him for a whole day.

He was trying to figure out what was right for T.K.O. and if his mom could do something to help. "Mooooommmmmmm," K.O. shouted to her from in his room. "Can you help meeeeeeee?"

Carol came bursting into the room with a pan in her hand, frantically looking around the room for danger "What's the issue, sweetie?" She asked, her eye twitching. "Who do I need to hit with the pan?"

K.O. looked at her with confusion and shook his head. "Mom, I'm fine," he said, slightly giggling. "I was just going to ask you to help me with something for T.K.O."

Carol sighed and dropped the pan. "How sad, I was kinda wanting to hit someone with that."

K.O. just watched his mom as she sat over on his bed next to him. "So what makes you want to do something for your super edgy and dark alter ego?"

"It's been almost a year since he came into existence and I wanted to make something for him. Though I'm a little confused how I can bring it into my head I might be able to do it if I try hard enough."

Carol's eyes went wide. She couldn't believe it's been almost a year since that whole thing with T.K.O. happened. She wanted to help K.O., but she was scared of what T.K.O. might do to him if he didn't want whatever K.O. was making him.

"I'm wanting to maybe make a cake for him or something, but since I have no idea how to do that I need you to help me," K.O. said, looking up at his mom with a smile on his face.

"I don't know, K.O., are you sure this is safe?" She asked, holding her arm and looking off to the side. "Something bad might fall inside it or I might accidentally drop you in the batter or something and you'll be baked inside the cake. I don't want that to happen."

K.O. looked up at his mom with the most disgusted and shocked face. "mOM WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING???"

Suddenly he slipped his hand over his mouth and looked up at his mom. "I mean... Please? Pretty please with cherries and sprinkles and peanuts on top even though I'm allergic to them?" He asked, giving her puppy dog eyes. "Pwetty pwease? can we pwease mwake T.K.O. a cake? Pweaseeee?"

Carol sighed. "Alright, alright," she said. "Later today I'll go get the stuff we need to make the cake. Why don't you go online and find the type of cake we'll make?"

K.O. jumped up and ran to his computer, quickly going online to find the perfectly edgy cake to make for him. He kept scrolling down, looking through so many different kinds of cakes, until he found the perfect one.

"Mom! I found one! I found one!" He jumped up and down happily, waiting for his mom to come in. She came into the room and looked at it, writing down all the ingredients she needed. "Okay, I'll be back in about an hour. Stay still and don't cause trouble"

K.O. nodded and sat on his bed, smiling as he watched his mom leave. He did just what he told her to, and waited.

***

Carol walked through the door and K.O. quickly jumped on her back. "Come on mom, let's get more of the stuff to make the cake with!" He giggled and jumped toward the door, but his mom stopped him. Wait! No! Stop!" She shouted at him. "Errr... I mean... I have a super special secret ingredient that I'm adding to it and I don't want to spoil the surprise to what it is, so I'm going to be the one to get them today."

K.O. stared at her before smiling. "Mommmm, you're so niceeeee!" He pressed his hands against his cheeks as his eyes turned to stars. "Okay! I'll go sit down!" He ran over to the couch and sat down, waiting for his mom to get done bringing the stuff inside.

She went and sat down next to him when she was done. "Okay, I'm going to make the cake batted by myself because it has the secret ingredient in it, but when it's done you get to decorate it and take it to T.K.O, okay?"

"Yay! Okay!"

Carol sighed and walked back into the kitchen and made the batter put it into the oven. While it was cooking she made the frosting to be put on the cake. She then went into the living room with K.O. to wait for the cake to finish baking.

Once it was done, she went and took it out, and cut it in half before setting it to cool. Once it was done cooling, she called K.O. in to decorate it.

He quickly ran into the kitchen and jumped up onto the counter. "Be careful now, peanut," she said as she handed him a bowel of frosting. "Just dump that onto the top and spread it over the sides, like this."

She took a small bit of frosting and showed him what to do. The stars returned to his eyes as he did exactly that, and he was smiling while doing so. Afterwards, she gave him a frosting bag to decorate with and he proceeded to decorate it.

When it was done, they brought it to the living room. "Okay sweetie, go ahead and take it to T.K.O., okay?"

K.O. nodded and sat the cake into his lap and fell asleep. When he opened his eyes, he found himself right outside of T.K.O.'s house with the cake in his hands. He giggled as he hopped over to his house, being careful not to drop the cake.

"Knock knock," K.O. said as he knocked on the door. After a few minutes, T.K.O. opened the door. "Happy early day of birth!" K.O. said as he held the cake out to T.K.O.

T.K.O. just looked at him. "What's this?" He asked, pointing at it. "It looks like baby vomit."

K.O.'s eyes went wide. "It's... A cake," he said, pulling the cake back toward himself. "We helped make it for you!"

T.K.O. growled. "You really except me to eat that shit? It's got peanuts in it for crying out loud! Can't you smell them?!"

K.O. just looked at him. "Peanuts? But the cake recipe didn't have peanuts in it..."

T.K.O. scoffed and knocked the cake right out of his hand. "I don't want that poor excuse for a cake," he hissed.

K.O. started to cry. "But if you don't want a cake, then what do you want?"

Suddenly, T.K.O. punched K.O. right in the mouth, making him fall down into the cake. "Do you know what I want?" He asked with a crazy look in his eye. "I want to make you suffer and call out for mercy as you're dying a slow and painful death."

T.K.O. stepped on K.O.'s chest and grabbed him by the throat. "I'm sick of this, you know. Staying here and doing nothing," he growled. "I want to hit someone. I want to hurt someone. I want to kill someone, and you happen to be someone."

K.O.'s face started to turn purple and T.K.O. let go. "Here, why don't you try some of this cake you and your mom made, huh?" He picked up a handful of the cake and shoved it into K.O.'s mouth.

He quickly sat up and started coughing. T.K.O. shoved it extremely far down his throat and he was choking. K.O. didn't know why he was acting this way, he was just trying to be nice.

After K.O. stopped choking on the cake, which he was scared might kill him because of the peanuts, T.K.O. grabbed K.O. by the arm and threw him into the door. "There's not a party with out a bunch of lights and screaming," T.K.O. said with a huge grin on his face as he pulled out some gasoline and a match from behind his back.

K.O.'s eyes went wide and he shook his head frantically and tried backing away, onto to back up into the door. He closed his eyes in fear as T.K.O. dumped the gasoline on him. "Have fun, you're going to be the light of the party."

He lit the match and threw it on K.O.

He quickly opened his eyes and started screaming as the fire started and grew on his body. T.K.O. watched with a huge smile on his face as K.O. screamed in pain and agony as he tried to put out the fire.

K.O. couldn't do anything but scream. Everything burned, it felt like he was thrown into a volcano. He wanted to go home, he wanted it to stop. He just wanted to die and get this pain to go away.

T.K.O. started laughing as K.O.'s cries got louder and filled with more agony and pain. He started crying, and he tried and time again to put himself out.

He couldn't.

Time was going slowly, and a second felt like a minute, and a minute felt like an hour. He kept on screaming and screaming, crying and crying, until, finally, he stopped.

He fell on the ground, just outside T.K.O.'s somehow fireproof house, lifeless and burnt to a crisp.

(A/N) Happy early birthday T.K.O.