Welp, here goes...

What's behind the door?
Username: Antagonist
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What happens next?:

You throw the door open, and a giant mass of...something nearly topples over you.

"WAAARGH!!" The thing roars as it rights itself.

"AAAAAHHH!!" You scream, a good 16 octaves higher than usual.

The thing was a writhing mass of oily black coils and eyes, with several maws full of razor sharp teeth. You scramble back as far as possible and hit the wall with a thump. Your life flashes before your eyes.

"Nooo don't eat me!" You cry at the same time thing bellows, "IT'S ABOUT TIME!"

"...Wait, what?" Your mouth was probably gaping rather unattractively at the moment, but that was the furthest thing from your mind.

"I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR DAYS! DAYS!!" The thing shouts, waving its tentacles at you, however, you could hear that its voice was more frustrated than hungry, and that made you pause, taking in the monster a bit more fully than before.

Belatedly, you notice the thing was holding several objects within its multitude of limbs. There was a frying pan, a cooking pot, a stirring spoon, and a kitchen knife, along with forks, egg-whipper, and more. There was also a chef's hat perched haphazardly on what appears to be the head region of the thing.

"Uh..." You cautiously ask, "What have you been waiting for?" Hopefully not you as its dinner, you think.

"PROTEIN! CARBOHYDRATES! FIBERS AND MINERALS!" The thing yells through its many mouths, "WHY HAVE THESE NOT BEEN PROVIDED TO ME? HOW CAN I MAKE DELICIOUSNESS WITHOUT THESE VITAL ELEMENTS??"

"Err..." You say intelligently.

"ARE YOU DAFT OR WHAT? BRING ME MY OFFERINGS!" The thing screeches at you reproachfully. The limb wielding the kitchen knife whips dangerously past your scalp.

Coherency finally returns to you and you scramble up from the ground and lurch downstairs towards the kitchen pantry, located on the other side of the mansion for some reason, and grab as many edible items you could find.

Laden with a large chunk of ham, cheese, bottles of salt, pepper, and sugar, along with what looks like a small pot of rosemary, you run back to the room, half hoping the monster is gone, but at the same time terrified it would still be there and possibly eat you.

Unfortunately, (or fortunately, depending on perspective,) the monster is still there when you return.

"HM, COULD USE MORE VARIETY OF SPICES," the creature muses, but accepts the items and retreats back into the room. The door slams shut behind it.

Soon, heavenly scents begin wafting from under the door. You feel simultaneously the urge to take the time and run and wanting to stay and bask in the aroma further.

Ultimately, the smells (and perhaps a little fear) keep you rooted in front of the door, and within half an hour the door slams open once again.

"HERE," The tentacle monster says, unceremoniously dumping a huge platter of the most succulent glazed ham roast you have ever seen into your arms, "MEDIOCRE QUALITY, BUT THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR GIVING ME MEDIOCRE INGREDIENTS. NOW, YOU BRING ME BETTER FOODSTUFFS TOMORROW, YES?"

You nod nervously.

"GOOD." And with that final comment, the creature retreats and the door closes for the final time.

Later, belly full of the most delicious dish you have ever had, you wonder if Bartholomew will return tomorrow and a small part of you hopes he doesn't. That glazed ham was truly out of this world.