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"Black Sapphire Cookieeee! Are you there?" Candy Apple called out. He only grinned and chuckled quietly, certain that she would never find him perched atop a pillar against the wall. Knowing her, she wouldn't have the patience to check every one.
But knowing him, he also wouldn't have the patience to sit here forever, so he planned on moving around a bit to other preplanned spots in the Spire. As long as he didn't run into Candy Apple on the way to any of them, he would totally win this game.
After around ten minutes of doing nothing, Black Sapphire decided that it was time to move. He carefully shifted and flew from one pillar to the next, being careful to not make any noise.
As he neared the pillar at the end of the hall, something silver caught his eye. It flashed for a brief moment, then disappeared behind the pillar. Suspicious, he warily crossed over and looked behind it.
Black Sapphire was met with the startled face of a silver faerie cookie. Well, that was not what he was expecting. He jumped back at the same time the other cookie did, pointing his microphone towards it threateningly.
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Black Sapphire demanded. The cookie, who was entirely silver with wings and a bow, was frozen in fear for a moment.
Then he spoke, "Well, I'm only here on an order, so I think I'll be going now, byeee!" The cookie vaulted away from the pillar and flew in the opposite direction from Black Sapphire.
"No, do not get going now! Get back here, Silverbells!" he shouted, then chased after him.
The cookie paused for a moment and looked back. "Why does everyone seem to know my name lately?" he wondered before flitting off again, narrowly dodging Black Sapphire's attack.
"What?" he said, confused. "That's your actual name? I just said it because of your appearance and stuff..." Silverbell Cookie, huh. Well, he supposed that in this world, cookies are named after their appearances. And his appearance wasn't bad...
What. Why was he thinking this right now, when he should be trying to catch him? He shook the thought away and flew after Silverbell, who had taken advantage of the pause and gained more distance.
...
Silverbell was going to be in a whole bunch of trouble if he could not get out of this place. But the Spire was confusing, always twisting and turning and the exit was evading him. He didn't know how that other cookie he just ran away from could know this place so well.
Speaking of which, that very cookie appeared right in front of him. Ohhhhh, now he was in even more trouble than before. There wasn't anywhere to fly to except up now, and the purple Cookie's wings looked swifter than his.
Silverbell then found himself pinned to the floor. Oh, sheet. "Uh, I don't suppose you'll let me go?" he stuttered nervously.
He was met with an annoyed glare. "I should report you to Master Shadow Milk Cookie this instant," he growled. "You're a trespasser and a spy, which is punishable by crumbling." That did not sound good. Silverbell closed his eyes and braced himself for an attack.
Which never came.
Huh, what? He slowly opened one eye and looked up. The black and purple cookie no longer pointed his scary eye mic at him, but instead extended a hand (arm? Hand? He didn’t know what counted as one in the cookie world). That was suspicious. He could pretend to help him up, then punch him right as he stood or something.
“Well? Are you coming or not?” the purple cookie asked gruffly. He wouldn’t make eye contact with Silverbell.
Now he was a heck of a confused. Why would this cookie who had just been trying to crumble him earlier suddenly decide to help? But it might be his only chance, for who knew what else lay ahead in the Spire…
The cookie glanced at him impatiently, as if his arm was getting sore from holding it out for so long. Which it probably was. Silverbell hesitantly accepted it, letting himself be pulled
upright.
“What are you-” he started. But the cookie cut him off.
“Shush. Escape first, ask questions later,” he stated. Tugging him along, they flew in some direction that was supposedly the way out and not some sort of trap.
They were constantly dodging and ducking, but the other cookie seemed confident in his navigational skills. Silverbell, quite frankly, was not.
After a whole lot of silence that became exceedingly awkward for him, the purple cookie suddenly yanked him down towards the floor. Silverbell let out a yelp and his only thought was, Ahhhh I knew it was a trap I shouldn’t have accepted this pretty-looking cookie’s hand/arm/thing ahhhhhhhhhh!
“What-” he shouted. He was then rudely cut off, again.
“Will you be quiet?!” Mr. Purple Cookie hiss whispered. “Here, get over here.
He then opened up a random door and shoved him inside. He was about to close the door, but not before a shrill voice interrupted them (gosh, what’s with all of the interruptions lately? Silverbell wondered).
A cookie, dressed in a black and red outfit with two giant lollipops on her head, stepped out. She was smiling and giggling mischievously.
“Found you.”