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"Hey, emo girl!" Strawberry Crepe Cookie shouted at Black Raisin Cookie, who was sitting on a tree at a ruined town square. Raisin didn't even bother to turn to them.
It had been a week since Vanilla Kingdom was reclaimed. After Dark Enchantress Cookie suffered a defeat at the hands of Gingerbrave and his friends, Strawberry Crepe Cookie was abandoned by her. The young cookie demanded her to come back so they could play, but she never did. In fact, by the time Pure Vanilla Cookie found them, Strawberry Crepe was crying on the floor, begging for her to play.
Of course, Pure Vanilla Cookie was a Saint and excused their Wafflebot crimes, allowing them to become a citizen of Vanilla Kingdom in the Wafflebot Hangar. Strawberry Crepe hated the idea of being with them, especially since they destroyed their Wafflebots, but poutingly agreed when it became agonizingly clear Dark Enchantress didn't care for them.
"EMO GIRL!" Strawberry Crepe shouted again.
"What?" Black Raisin Cookie, irritated, turned to them with a stern look on her face.
"Why don't your friends want to play with me?!" Crepe asked. "They won't even LOOK at me!" Even though Strawberry Crepe eventually became enthusiastic about wanting to interact with cookies, the same could not be said for the villagers in return. They would only ignore and walk away from them.
Black Raisin was not thrilled about Strawberry Crepe being a part of the kingdom. They were the one behind the Wafflebot invasion that ravaged their homeland numerous times. The calamity could only be traced back to them, even if they were a kid. They also didn't like raisin buns, but that was minor. But she only let it pass as they were just a kid, and Pure Vanilla Cookie clearly wasn't taking 'no' for an answer.
But that doesn't mean the villagers have to act like they're suddenly their friend.
"You know why." Raisin responded.
"What do you mean 'you know why'?!" Strawberry Crepe quoted in a mockingly deep voice. "No, I don't know why, stupid! I swear, if it's about that coin toss deal you CHEATED on, I'm gonna scream-"
Black Raisin Cookie pinched her face. "You set an army of Wafflebots after us every blood moon. You pillaged our homes, hurt our villagers, and we were at the brink of-"
"So what?!" Strawberry Crepe shouted. "You guys broke apart my Wafflebots! You even damaged my BIG ONE! So, fair is fair!" They crossed their arms. "I should be the one that's mad!"
Black Raisin Cookie dropped down from her tree, getting personal with Strawberry Crepe. "Your machines took lives without mercy or remorse. Only seven of us were left after that."
The pink-haired child rolled their eyes. "I just SAID you broke my Wafflebots too!"
"What does that have to do with anything?!" Raisin shouted.
"Just go repair your friends, stupid! I'm not being as petty about fixing my robots!" said Strawberry Crepe.
Black Raisin Cookie's anger turned into sympathy, giving her a sad look. Her crow also had the same look on its face.
"Oh, don't puppy-eyes me!" Strawberry Crepe said. "Are you guys really that lazy-"
"You can't 'repair' a cookie when they're gone, Strawberry Crepe Cookie." Raisin said.
Strawberry Crepe only facepalmed from this, not getting the memo. "Of course you can! Maybe if you let me inspect your circuitry, I can fix them-"
"No, you can't. Not even Healer- Pure Vanilla Cookie could." she lightly corrected herself.
"I'm the biggest genius in the world! I can do something as simple as fix some cookies! Some guy with a goofy staff doesn't know about how string gummy wires and stuff work!"
They didn't know what death meant at all. Black Raisin tried to put it to their terms. "Say one of your Wafflebots loses their most vital component-"
"A motherboard."
"Motherboard." Raisin corrected herself. "Say it's broken into pieces. How are you going to repair that?"
"Just get a new one?" they said, raising an eyebrow.
"No," Raisin sighed. "I'm asking how you're going to fix that specifically. Replacing it isn't an option."
"Wh- You can't just do that! It's totally ruined!"
"And what if all the components are broken as a result, all in pieces?" Black Raisin asked.
"You can't do anything about that, that's WORSE!"
"When an organic being like a cookie dies, all their 'components' are 'broken' as well." Raisin stated.
"Huh…?"
"And all of their 'components' don't work like machines. They're parts that will break if you even get them dusty, let alone damaged." Black Raisin continued.
"Gah! You're speaking nonsense!" Strawberry Crepe Cookie didn't want to think this through. "You cookies are just hiding what's in you! I'll storm your library and find out how to fix them myself!"
Black Raisin Cookie only gave them a sad look before climbing back to the tree she was on. This only irritated the young cookie even further, so they rushed to the castle until they reached the library, and looked for the book they wanted.
Eventually, they found a book on 'Cookie Anatomy'. "HA! Found you! Now their secrets will be revealed!" Strawberry Crepe Cookie opened it and started reading through it as quickly as possible.
".....Huh?"