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Hey if it's not too much to ask may I please request a part 2 of the Happy birthday, My dear Fic? Like the aftermath of what happened to the reader when the Virtues corrupted and after the corruption after all the souljam was split in two by the witches

With love, your best friend

Summary: You were with them when they were first baked. You were with them when more and more cookies followed them. You've seen their beginning, and naturally you'll see their end. Right? Characters: platonic!shadow milk & reader; platonic!burning spice & reader; platonic!mystic flour & reader; platonic!eternal sugar & reader. WC: 3k CW: gn!reader; there may be mistakes in the text because English is not my native language; Virtue calls you by an affectionate nickname ("My angel" - eternal sugar; "Dear/Sweet" - shadow milk) (mystic flour does not call you by an affectionate nickname, because she treats you respectfully and politely) (Burning Spice's only affectionate nickname is "Splinter"); a small mention of the missing limbs in the Flour part. A/N: Not exactly what you asked for, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! (I made a bet with my friends that nobody wouldn't ask me for the second part. I lost, haha!)

Shadow Milk:

You're sure it's your fault.

It was so absurd. Who would have thought that Shadow Milk would be attacked? It only lasted a second, but it felt like an eternity to you. The head, now severed from the body, rolled across the floor as panic and turmoil began in the room. The screams merged into a solid white noise, but you clearly heard the words of the attacker: "Liar! You are the worst liar in the world!" Fortunately, cookie does not have time to escape in the confusion, and the guards detain them.

You can only thank Witches that Virtues are immortal. It would take anyone else's life, but Shadow Milk is fine. It's difficult to control his body, you stumble and even fall, but you get to the head of the Fount of Knowledge. Crossing his legs on the floor, you take his head in his hands.

"Shadow, how are you feeling?" "I… don't know. I don't understand. Did I do something wrong? Why did they call me a liar…?" "That's okay, Shadow. I'm at a loss too. Sometimes cookies… They may misunderstand what we teach them. Or cling to the teaching that we taught them before, until there are changes and a new discovery. But such a reaction is abnormal." "So I'm not a liar?" "Shadow, you're a Virtue of Knowledge. Knowledge is not a lie, but it is not the absolute truth either. Not black and not white. Knowledge is always teetering somewhere on the edge. We should accept this situation as an unpleasant experience and be more careful. I don't think anyone else would think of attacking you, but you should be more attentive to others, okay?"

Perhaps if you had chosen other words at that moment, everything would have been different. Perhaps instead of talking about your nature and giving advice, you should have supported Shadow Milk. Hug his head while you had the chance and cheer him up. Don't leave him thinking.

These changes occurred slowly and smoothly. You didn't even notice what was happening, not really interested in the outside world and the rest of the cookies outside the learning framework. But one day something made you come out of your shell.

"What in the name of Witches did you just say?" "Is something wrong, dear?" "You lied to them. The Garden of sweet Delights is located in a completely different direction. There's… there's a swamp! They're going to die!" "Did I lie? Oh, darling, your words hurt me so much! It's just a little social experiment." "Ex-xperiment?" "Right~! Don't worry, one of my students, Black Sapphire, will be waiting for them at the border, remember that one? He will stop them from acting rashly." "If you say so…"

But time passes. You catch yourself thinking that this experiment is still spinning somewhere in the back of your mind. There was something wrong with him, but you couldn't figure out what it was. Until the news reaches both of you: cookies have been found in the swamp. Not a single survivor.

Something snaps in you. This realization is so stupid that you feel like you're cracking. And what was the essence of the experiment? You didn't ask yourself that question, trusting Shadow Milk. Emotions overwhelm you so much that it even affects Shadow Milk—the tears flowing from the heterochrome eyes were yours, not his.

From that moment on, he stopped hiding his inclinations. Manipulation, lies… one day he started a rumor in some kingdom and a civil war broke out there. Instead of exploring the world and teaching cookies to explore this very world, the one you loved most in the world caused disasters.

"Come on, Sweet!" Shadow Milk reaches out to you, but you remain silent. Only timid tears sometimes blur his view of the splendor of the carnage caused by his words. "Open your eyes to the truth: for too long we have been led by fools who did not want to listen! They're just getting what they wanted so badly!"

Truth. Lie. Knowledge that balances on the edge of these two concepts. Your precious, best Virtue has been corruption, and so have you. You can no longer bring knowledge into this world with him...

"Don't you dare!" Cornered, shaking with rage, Shadow Milk covered your body with his palm, squeezing it so hard that if you were an ordinary jewel, you would have broken long ago. "I won't let you take my soul jam!"

But there's nowhere to run. Forks block the escape routes, and the Witch of Life, your creator, stretches out her palms to you.

You feel like you're cracking. Now, not figuratively, but literally. It hurts like hell. But it's so peaceful in the hands of a Witch...

If the situation were different, you would have laughed. You should congratulate Shadow Milk: You've changed your mind! As he wanted, you will no longer remain neutral.

You're two halves of the same whole, right? You complement him, and he complements you.

And if it has become a Deceit, then you will become the Truth.

Eternal Sugar:

You were doubtless blind to many of the changes in Sugar of Happiness.

It doesn't seem so bad: instead of waiting for the new residents of the Garden of Sweet Delights to arrive, she goes to look for them herself. The lyre in her hands sounds sweet and soothing, luring tired cookies. They fall asleep right at her feet. You ring softly when her hands gently touch these poor cookie, gently and tenderly.

"The happiness for cookies is such a fragile thing," Sugar of Happiness sings thoughtfully one day, contemplating the night view of the Garden. "They so easily throw it away for the sake of some trivial things, exposing themselves to pain and suffering, right, my angel?"

You're not really sure what to say to that. Mortal cookies fascinated you: no matter what happened, no matter what pain they endured, there were always those among them who stubbornly got up and went to their goal. It didn't matter that it was a goal — it could be something great, or it could be insignificant.

But you still say, "Yes, Sugar of Happiness". Because it was she, Bringer of Happiness, who was the one who had to instill this happiness into other people's hearts by any means. Your mission is not to let the spark go out in her heart.

The inhabitants of the Garden of Sweet Delights are slowly becoming different. Sometimes you're surprised to see how the one who cared the most about flowers sleeps in the sunlight. Another who could knead dough from morning to night to bake sweets and distribute the rest of the cookies did the bare minimum to eat everything himself.

There were smiles on their faces, weak and lazy, as if woven from dreams and lyre melodies. You think they look weird, like they're drunk, but it's okay, right? Sugar of Happiness is trying so hard to persuade everyone else to the same lifestyle. Perhaps, you think, this is one of the forms of happiness.

Therefore, those who try to escape from the Garden are strange. Poor, unhappy, lost cookies, Sugar of Happiness hugs one of them as if they were just fragile porcelain. The wings enclose their wounded body in a snow-white cocoon.

It doesn't matter that they return to the Garden in such a state because of the Sugar of Happiness. All their cracks can be repaired: sweet honey will fill their chips and in the light of the bright sun these cookies will shine again like the most beautiful of treasures. It's just a little lesson that it's dangerous outside!

Isn't that right?

Sugar of Happiness will never do anything that would be truly terrible towards others. There are still fresh moments in your memory when the Virtues parted and only you remained with her. A young, inexperienced cookie who was looking for her own ways to make others happy.

…maybe you're a little biased. But you can't be blamed for that. Each of the soul jams is biased, whether they want to admit it or not.

But at some point it became simply impossible to close my eyes. The garden became… quiet. Serene. The notes stopped. The grass, which had been heavily crushed under someone else's feet in the rhythm of the dance, recovered. The loud laughter turned into a blissful giggle in the wind.

Isn't that wrong?

But you don't say anything.

"Happiness is such a fragile thing, isn't it, my angel?" Yes, you think it's always much easier to break than to create.

You're a lousy Happiness.

"For what?!" shouts Sugar of Happiness, clinging to the forks. Tears flow from her eyes, blurring the view of the Witch of Light, and her body trembles slightly. "I'm not like them! I didn't do anything wrong! I did everything for the mission that you assigned me!.. Why?! The cookies are happy!"

You couldn't even save her heart.

Now you realize that you have not been able to cope with your role as a guiding light. Sugar of Happiness got lost on a path that you couldn't light up for her. Instead, you hid in the curls of her hair, shimmered between her fingers, giving her the right to decide everything alone.

It's all your fault. That's why you decide to sing. For the last time. This is your little apology.

"What are you trying to do… no! Don't you dare! Don't take my angel!"

And your attempt to say goodbye.

You sing until Sugar of Happiness voice disappears into the noise; until her heart, thrashing in fear and agony, stops.

Even at the very end, you couldn't give her any comfort.

Happiness is such a fragile thing. And you're so clumsy for that. You just hope that next time… You can protect the next heart better. Perhaps not as happiness, but as passion, something that mortals have taught you. Something that the old you couldn't exist without.

It's a pity that you realized this so late.

Mystic Flour:

You couldn't tell her anything. Not after that.

You knew that time passes differently for mortals. They are born, grow up and die — it's such a fast process. One has only to distract oneself, as the youngest of the temple servants become easily crumbled old men. You knew that when Mystic Flour decided to retire into a cocoon, there probably wouldn't be a single familiar face around.

That's why you're not at all surprised by the crowd of unfamiliar cookies. What you're surprised about is this rude way of interrupting Mystic Flour's privacy. The sight of the temple servants, crumbled into crumbs, pierced with pitchforks, and some even missing body parts, makes you feel sick.

Madness. The new generation, who have never seen Mystic Flour, must have gone crazy!

"It's… not a treasure, is it?" an uncertain whisper sounds between the residents.

Your Mystic Flour is the best of treasures! Unfortunately, you're smart enough to know that's not what they mean. Maybe gold and jewelry. You know, there are things that modest and ascetic temples are famous for.

Mystic Flour is silent. You can see her slender fingers digging into the chocolate tile of the floor, scratching the surface. Her hands are shaking a little. Was your soft, kind, timid Mystic Flour… scared?

"Her looks like an ordinary cookie" "But why was her in a cocoon?" "Oh, I know, I know! Grandma told me that this temple used to be run by a cookie who could grant wishes!" "It's even better than a treasure, the harvest this season was so poor."

Absolute disrespect!

"Mystic Flour, we should… Mystic Flour?" You speak first, but then you realize you've been isolated. You do not hear the thoughts of your Virtue, nor do you catch the echoes of her feelings. You reach out to her, but you run into a barrier separating you from her.

At the same time, Mystic Flour does what you least expect it to do — it turns the inhabitants into flour. It's a fast, painful process in which cookies start coughing up flour. Panic is rising. You can clearly hear someone shouting, "She's a demon!"

This day breaks something inside the Mystic Flour.

She doesn't get in touch with you either the next day or the following days. What an irony: You, who contacted her only when necessary, could only watch in silence now.

Because Mystic Flour will never answer you again.

The White Plague is destroying one kingdom after another. Unlike that day, it's a little… more merciful. Cookies turn to flour more slowly, more painlessly… But you can see their tired, scared faces when Mystic Flour is next to them in their last seconds of life.

You think Mystic Flour is still the same kind, soft cookie it used to be. It's just hidden somewhere deep inside, crushed by debris. But there's nothing you can do. You don't decide anything here.

When the Witch of Life traps them all, you only look at the Mystic Flour. She holds you in her palms, runs her fingers over the frames. But she still won't let you get close. Is she saying goodbye to you?

"I was never able to protect you. I'm sorry."

Perhaps the volition is too high and heavy an ideal. You've already seen how cookies break trying to withstand it. And if so… You should take a step back. To become something more mundane, something more attainable. Perhaps the Resolution won't push so hard?

It's a pity that for the sake of this realization you had to watch the self-destruction of someone you loved so much.

Burning Spice:

You've been trying to fight him almost from the beginning.

When he breaks the table in anger, you don't pay much attention to it. When he irritatingly shrugs off words of gratitude and gifts cookies, which he protected once again, you don't pay attention. When he doesn't respond to your teasing, you still don't pay attention to it.

But at one point it becomes simply impossible to ignore what is happening.

It was a routine training session. Sparring sessions. Burning Spice is so strong that it is impossible to fight one-on-one with him, so more than ten Wild Spices come out against him. You always follow the process closely — through Burning Spice, you give advice to his young soldiers. But today… something was wrong today.

The once peaceful surface of Burning Spice's emotions began to distort due to the ripples. The longer he sparred, the more and more excited he became. He had never been careful with his subordinates, but this was even worse.

The moment he raises the parashu over his head, a wall of earth is erected in front of the defenseless soldier of Wild Spices. Burning Spice just doesn't have time to react and the blade of the weapon gets stuck right in the barrier.

"May the witch put you in the oven again! What were you trying to do just now?!" you shout so loudly that Burning Spice winces from a headache. He snorts: "Just trying to teach them a lesson." "You almost killed them, you idiot!" "So what?"

Such an indifferent, casual answer shocks you. If you were a cookie, you'd be gasping for air with your eyes wide open. But you're not a cookie, so your shock turns to rage in an instant. She burns in Burning Spice's chest more fiercely than the fire in the furnace of the Witch of Life. Rubbing the place where you rest, he feels interest flare up in him, unnoticed by you.

Things get even worse after that day.

He single—handedly destroys an entire kingdom- what was once a small village that sheltered Burning Spice when the Virtues scattered all over the Beast-Yeast. The kingdom that he protected and nurtured with his own hands. The kingdom near which his very first temple was built. The cookies of this kingdom are so weak and fragile, so defenseless. After all, the wall behind which they had been hiding for generation after generation began to crumble inward.

It would hardly have pleased him.… But your attempts to protect others were so funny! You can't even fight against him—you have no arms, no legs, you have nothing but the bits of strength that you both inherited from the witches. Burning Spice thinks it's a fair deal — he uses only his body and weapons, while you, deprived of them, use the powers of witches against him.

"One hundred and seven," he thinks, turning the unfortunate resident into a crumb. "How many have you protected? I think it's sixty-seven, right?" You don't answer. The chapel nearby cracks and howls, but Burning Spice easily dodges the falling arrows and cuts one of the numbers with one blow. At the edge of my consciousness, he hear your disappointed clucking.

The old temples are emptying — no wonder, you think. Who would want to follow a mad Herald of Change? But very little time passes and little by little the temple comes to life again. Madmen, you think, sometimes seeing familiar faces in the crowd.

"I think I should say thank you," Burning Spice grins, standing in the center of a once prosperous, peaceful city. "You were once the one who tried to make me stronger in order to protect me. And now you're the one who can only flutter around trying to help others. It would be unimaginably boring without you!"

These words devastate you. You're almost ready to give up.… But you still try to resist him — even if it's useless, even if all your attempts are in vain.

Regret bubbles up somewhere inside you when you see the devastated and destroyed settlements. You want to imagine how carefree children run around here, how the market buzzes and whistles from the fervent laughter of the townspeople. How cookies live peacefully, not worrying about tomorrow, thriving in a happy routine. But all you see is fire, despair, and pain. What was once a natural cycle of change has become nauseatingly disgusting to you.

…so when a fork pierces Burning Spice, pinning him to the ground, you laugh. You're laughing so loud that Burning Spice can't even hear Sugar of Happiness and Shadow Milk's screams. Your laughter, full of despair, disorients him; you vibrate and hum in his chest so much that there are even small cracks around you. You don't hear him hissing, his fingers digging into the ground. You're laughing, even when you're shuddering in pain!

Never. You've had enough. You don't want to see death and pain anymore. Perhaps when you find yourself back in someone's arms, you will be able to see a kingdom full of abundance and a carefree world. You will save this kingdom, even if you have to stop time itself for it.

Just to spite him.

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samuel0siri · 11 days ago

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okay fine whatever its ONE DAY before tpot

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samuel0siri · 12 days ago

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Is Pure Vanilla Cookie okay?

The original:

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samuel0siri · 12 days ago

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Involuntarily Bound:

Beast Cookies X Reader

Inspo: MayTheGodOfTime83 on C.AI

C/F : Cookie Flavor

Warnings: Psychological, emotional and physical abuse, death, Cookie gore?

☆ One-sided Romance ☆

Growing up you were a gracious cookie, always wanting to help the others. You would play fight with your friends, pretending to be noble knights. When you got older, you took it more seriously training constantly with little time for yourself. But it paid off, you became one of the most honored knights in the crème republic. Your life was great, until you made a grave mistake. When you sat at that conference table for the ninth time that month, sitting with the ancient cookies, the supposed heroes. That was until they failed to overcome their counterparts. They lost it all, including their soul jams, and their joy. Becoming depressed, and fearful. The beasts, with their full soul jam's back reigned terror across earthbread, innocent cookies, turning to flour, being crumbled, turned to puppets, stuck in jam or forced to slavery. You had tried to convince the ancients to try again countless times, but much too your dismay they denied, ridden with guilt. The rest of the cookies, despite their power also denied helping, saying that if the ancients couldn't do anything, it was pointless. You grew tired of the endless game of save only the fortunate and let the unfortunate crumble. Where was the equality? the justice? So when you had enough of tapping your dough hand on that table, you slammed it down. You said you're going to beast yeast, to fight.

After much disapproval, you took off in the hot air balloon, a small collection of bits and bobs with you, weaponry and paper to send letters if you last long enough. Every other cookie confuted on coming, leaving only yourself with the terrors to come. When you landed, you could tell Beast-Yeast was suffering. It was in a much worse state than Crispia, deranged and corrupted faeries and food creatures running about. Why did you decide to go? How could you do anything if the rest of the world couldn't? Though you didn't turn back, determined to help, even if just momentarily.

The faerie kingdom was in ruins, no protector left to guard that silver tree, covered in rotten vines, splits and graffiti. So you wandered aimlessly around the continent until you met your first destination. The Spire of Deceit. It was probably the worst decision to go there first. You walked through the entrance, your dough legs making echoes every step you took. Keeping your head high, you continued. Then a small cookie with an aggravating voice and a cookie with an oversized microphone captured you while you were off guard. Then you woke up in front of shadow milk cookie.

"Hmm, what is this!" He exclaimed, he was much bigger than you imagined, towering over you. In the moment, you gathered pointless strength and waved your sword in his face.

"Shadow milk cookie, I shall crumble you and return the soul jam of truth to Pure Vanilla Cookie!" You announced to him. But he just laughed. "Awhhh how cute! A competitor!" Then your life really started going down hill. You spent the next month being forced into his idiotic, dangerous games just to keep your life. You're mind was fuzzy, but you persevered despite your hunger and insanity building. You just needed a chance to ambush him, just a moment. Over time, you noticed something unexpected. He seemed to be growing intrigued in you, almost affectionate. He didn't treat you any better, but he was a little more calmer with his competitions.

Then one day, he took you with him, to what he called 'A meeting with old friends'. You knew what this meant, you'd be around the beasts. You had one shot, one go at killing the beasts, saving cookie kind. You cant blow it. So that's where you are, trying to kill the retched beasts.

Your perspective: current time

In front of me are the beasts, each sitting on an individual chairs, eating snacks. I think I know what the snacks are, but I don't want to think about it. I tug at the chains restraining my arms. There must be a way out of them, I need to escape and attack them. I must. I need to avenge everyone. The Crème Republic, the ancients, the poor. The cookies I never knew, and the ones I did, my friends, my family... And my lover. I can barley remember what they look like now. I decide to eavesdrop instead of getting in my head, maybe then I can get an idea.

"Shadow Milk Cookie, why did you bring that cookie?" The white cookie answers. That's... Mystic Flour Cookie. Yeah, that's right. "Because, their such a cutie patootie!, What, am I not aloud to share my favorite puppets anymore?" He huffs, crossing his arms.

"I don't see why you'd bring a pest if I cannot destroy it!" That's not very comforting. But I don't expect much else from the beast of destruction.

"Hm. Well I think it's cute. Maybe I could bring them to my garden sometime." Eternal Sugar Cookie says blissfully. "Hah, no." Shadow Milk interrupts. The other beast is Silent Salt Cookie, but from what I can see, he is too busy staring into the distance beneath his helmet.

"What's its name?" One of them asks. "Umm. Little puppet, what is your name again?" He asks. It takes me a couple goes to get any words out. I can't tell if its from intimidation or my constant screams. "C/F Cookie.." I cough out. "Aw, it talks." "Its voice aggravates me." Are two sentences I can make out. Besides me, I see a small sharp piece of glass, coated in sugar. I grab it after great struggle and tuck it inside my icing clothes. Time passes excruciatingly slow, and eventually the beasts decide they've had enough of each other, and walk off, seemingly forgetting about me. Now is my chance to get out of these chains. I run through ideas in my head, what gets off chains? That's something I never learnt throughout my time of being a knight. I try hitting them against the ground, using objects I can grab around me, but nothing works. Only one idea is left...

Jam drips from my freshly snapped dough, and I hold in my sobs. That's one arm free, I can use this one to get my other free. I pull at the restraint until it eventually falls off, and I run, glass in my remaining hand to find the beasts again. After searching, I see Burning Spice Cookie up ahead, striding away. I run up behind him, and I'm about to stab him, when he turns around and grabs me by the neck. Laughter echoes around the air, and the glass falls out of my hand and to the ground. "Such a small cookie, trying to challenge me?" He says in between his laughs. "You intrigue me. You're coming to the land of spice with me."

Here I am, chained again but now locked in a cell. I get more food here than at the spire of deceit, but that's only because Burning Spice Cookie wants to find out how good of a fighter I am. Despite this, I don't feel any less weak. I still feel my dough slowly being eaten away. As I lean against the wall, I hear a noise coming from above me. I grab onto the spear that was 'gifted' to me from Burning Spice Cookie and I get on my feet. The gate to my cell unlocks and I feel a gust of spice force me out.

One of the pepper pangolin soldiers appear from the dark and lunge at me, vicious and deadly. I quickly dodge them and attempt to spear them but my aim is off by a large distance. I shift off to the side, take in a breath and go for the solider again. After some trial and error, and relentless dodging I finally spear them, causing them to fall to the ground.

This must be another of Burning Spice's trials for me. It's almost a daily routine now, but the gust of spice pushing me back into the cell never comes. Instead, I sprint out of the area, spear in hand. I finally get a chance to see the temple of spice now. I run down the halls, which are covered in carvings and art of Burning Spice Cookie destroying his victims. Right now I have a desire to escape. I want, no, need to serve justice still, but doing so is near impossible in my current state of being psychologically and physically abused for so long I lost count. Then thoughts swarm my head, are the other cookies still alive? Or have I took so long that the crème republic has crumbled? It continues until my eyes are watering, but I get distracted. An overly annoying voice that's too familiar. I lean against the wall to hear.

"You must have C/F Cookie! The others don't. Give me them back! Now!" The voice screeches. It's Shadow Milk Cookie, for sure. "No. If you want them, you must defeat me in battle!" Burning Spice Cookie yells in return. "Hah, no. They are rightfully mine you silly goose!". The bickering lasts for a while, and I decide to get a move on. I run faster than ever before and eventually I find an exit. I walk out, a storm of spice clogging up my throat, making it hard the breathe. The spear provides my frail body support as I walk and walk until I can't anymore.

The rest is a daze, small spices helping me out of this land and leaving me elsewhere in beast yeast. Some of my dough is cracking now. The way back to my hot air balloon is unknown to me now, so I follow a random direction in hopes of getting out. The journey takes days of being cautious and trying to keep my thoughts collected and staying hidden from any of the beasts minions. Most nights I spend staring at my small locket I have managed to keep in my pocket throughout all of this. It was made delicately with fresh iced doughnuts many years ago, it's photo of my family I distinctly remember taking. Each of us laced with genuine smiles. I no longer remember when I smiled like that.

After countless days and nights a tall peak is in the distance. It's not familiar to me, but I've travelled so far that it feels wrong to change directions now. So instead, I follow the path, up the huge flights of stairs. A kind cookie offers me a peach bao on the way which I accept gratefully, and the journey doesn't seem so bad, until I come across a statue of a all too familiar. No! Frantically, I try to leave, instead falling down the stairs and passing out.

Then, I'm stuck with yet another beast.

"I remember you, from a fleeting moment." A calm voice bellows. I brace myself, grabbing for my spear, that isn't there. A large spider crawls out from an already broken cocoon, then transforms into Mystic Flour Cookie. She opens her larges eyes and looks down at me. "My... companions are looking for you. But, apathy is a much better resolution." She explains. "It is unlucky that you've been through so much. Apathy can fix that. Returning to flour can." The idea does seem desirable to me now, but I know I must withstand this.

"No. I shall not fall for your, or any of the other beasts ways." I assert. "Apathy is ignorant to the issues across earthbread, and I shall never feel it." Confidence fills me for a mere moment, until I she takes the locket from my pocket. The once elegant treasure, is now nothing but flour.

"I'll make sure you embrace apathy."

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A/N

This isn't really proof-read, so its def not perfect

Pt.2 probably wont come out until Silent Salt Cookie is released, so I can make sure his depiction is accurate to the lore

You can also find this on Wattpad!

My user is: AFellowReadingFriend

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samuel0siri · 12 days ago

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YOU CAN LOOK AT IT ASLONG AS YOU DONT GRAB IT🗣️ GRAB IT🗣️ GRAB IT🗣️ AS LONG U DONT GRAB IT /ly

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samuel0siri · 13 days ago

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Involuntarily Bound:

Beast Cookies X Reader

Inspo: MayTheGodOfTime83 on C.AI

C/F : Cookie Flavor

Warnings: Psychological, emotional and physical abuse, death, Cookie gore?

☆ One-sided Romance ☆

"Hmm, what is this!" He exclaimed, he was much bigger than you imagined, towering over you. In the moment, you gathered pointless strength and waved your sword in his face.

Your perspective: current time

"I don't see why you'd bring a pest if I cannot destroy it!" That's not very comforting. But I don't expect much else from the beast of destruction.

Then, I'm stuck with yet another beast.

"I'll make sure you embrace apathy."

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A/N

This isn't really proof-read, so its def not perfect

Pt.2 probably wont come out until Silent Salt Cookie is released, so I can make sure his depiction is accurate to the lore

You can also find this on Wattpad!

My user is: AFellowReadingFriend

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