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Royal Margarine had always been a creature of habit.
He rose promptly after the sun had already risen, taking in the familiar scent of gingerbread and sugar. Almost immediately after opening his eyes, he would find himself wandering around the town square. His daily tasks (when he wasn’t roaming the streets) were random, but necessary: mine for sugar cubes, water the jellybean plants, chop wood at the lodge, man the toy store… he would perform these jobs for hours on end, mentally preparing himself for whatever battles the day would bring.
Because there were always battles.
He could never quite remember how he ended up in one, but once his eyes locked on the enemy before him, he was ready to deliver a win. The breeze running though his wind-swept hair was familiar as he and his team ran towards their opponents, hastily delivering the best attacks they could. Sometimes his opponents were your average obstacle– maybe a yeast spore or a jelly worm. Other times they were your typical ne'er-do-well: fallen knights and dark sorcerers. They might be towering beasts, ancient creatures, or rival Cookies that, just moments prior, had been standing beside him in the kingdom’s walls
And then, just as suddenly as the battle was over, the world would reset.
He was back in the kingdom. All of them were, actually.
His wounds, if he had any, would fade like a dream upon waking. His strength would return, and his enemies would stroll past him in the kingdom streets as though nothing had happened. No one spoke of the battles. No one questioned why the same faces, the same foes, returned again and again.
That was simply a fact of life.