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Home.
That was a word dark choco was never sure of.
He had places to go but not places to stay.
It didn't matter how long he lied to himself.
He wasn't a good person.
He just wanted to be a hero, but not all cookies can become heroes.
He longed for a place in the world he lost long ago, where he would go to bed and wake up in the morning where people didn't look at him with malice.
He longed for his father's arms, to run home like nothing happened.
Dark choco never asked for this life and couldn't figure out where he messed up.
Was he doomed from birth or did he cause this?
Things he couldn't figure out. He longed for the days the only thing he had to figure out was his father's favorite color or how good Caramel arrow was with a bow.
It wasn't a simple time, but oh how lovely it was.
Dark choco picked up the strawberry jam chocoblade.
He packed his bags of all he had left.
He was going to his father's house,
and no longer how long it took,
he was going to make it a home.