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Golden Cheese Cookie was pissed. She just got news from the vanilla kingdom, news that Burning Spice Cookie attacked Shadow Milk Cookie, who apparently was now going by Blueberry Milk Cookie. Don't get her wrong, she might respect the beast of decit now, but she still didn't trust him, and she was unsure if she ever would, however, Blueberry Milk went to Burning Spice with the intent on helping him get his virtue back, and in exchange he attacked his own friend. That made her anger at Burning Spice blow up. She already hated him for what happened during their battle. That battle, he tore her wings out and killed four of her cookies. Smoked Cheese Cookie came along when she didn't expect him to, and when things got desperate, he suggested that she summoned Burnt Cheese Cookie, Mozzarella Cookie, and Fettuccine Cookie to turn the tide of the battle, which they did for a while, until Burning Spice's axe cleaved right through Burnt Cheese, and the rest fell soon after. She only survived the battle because she awakened.
A few days after that, she tried to revive the cookies that died with their soul cheese using her soul jam, but because they were killed by the beast of destruction, or so Golden Cheese assumed, she was unable to revive them.
Now that she heard that, she was desperately searching through some of the books she collected for some curses to use on Burning Spice, until she found one that interested her. It was a curse that would have the ghosts of a few cookies of the curser's choice to follow around the cursed and say what they wanted to say, as long as the ghosts agreed. There was one problem with the curse, if the curser does not meet the cursed within one day of cursing them, they will die. *This could be risky, but he deserves to suffer for what he's done,* she thought as she took the book with her and started to journey to beast yeast.
It took a few weeks to arrive at the Land of Spice from the Golden Cheese Kingdom, but she didn't care. She was just on the outskirts when she started the ritual, having collected the resources needed to do so along the way.
When the ritual was finished, the spirits of the cookies Burning Spice killed appeared before her. "Golden Cheese Cookie? Why are we not in our physical bodies?" Smoked Cheese asked.
"Because for some reason I am unable to revive you, probably something to do with y'all being killed by Burning Spice, speaking if, I cast this curse for you to go make him go insane," she stated.
"I will do so, my queen," Burnt Cheese kneeled while accepting, always the loyal one.
"Oh, who wants to make bets on who can annoy him the most?" Mozzarella suggested.
"I'm in, but you should probably bet on me given how I am gonna treat him," Burnt Cheese stated with a lot of venom on his tongue. Fettuccine just nodded. "By the way, my queen, why are you in the Land of Spice?" he inquired.
"I need to interact with Burning Spice within the day of the curse affecting him, or I will die, but don't worry, I got any fight he brings my way," she claimed.
"Always arrogant, even after the fight," he teased as the ghosts flew off. Golden Cheese sighed as she sat down, making sure her blade was sharp for the battle that would come, with only one thought on his mind.
*I will make sure he suffers for what he has done.*