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Black Forest Cookie could barely contain her passion when having thoughts of Them. Merely the thought of basking in their presence—all of their wondrous, magical, godly glory was enough to make her deep coffee-colored dough turn a lovely shade of rosy red at the cheeks, her dainty finger to find its way to her hair to absentmindedly twirl, her slender hands to cup her cheeks, her slim figure to go weak at the knees, her stomach to be suddenly overcome by butterflies, her voice to be overcome by a fit of lovestruck giggles.
It had spread through her heart like a disease with no cure, and had grown like a blood red rose bearing no thorns. Her love for Them would earn her some number of weary looks from her fellow St. Pastry Order members, but who was she to care for such judgemental glares, if all she would ever want or need in her now blessed life is one person, and one person only?
Her fervent, passionate litany echoed throughout her mind—and much similarly, throughout the halls—as she expressed eternal devotion to them through chants and prayers, donning the outfit of a bride-to-be with a lovely red cherry bouquet and a lacy yet elegant veil, believing she had been blessed with finding her one and only betrothed.
If only, she wished, they could be granted a together forever…much like a lovely bride with their charming groom…
Black Forest Cookie’s pasteled, yellow eyes slowly widened at her revelation.
“Yes…huhuhu…together, with Them…in holy matrimony…!”
Her sweet, resting smile grew wider just by thinking of it. Now that she had given the idea more thought, she remembered she had heard of a wedding planner in that lovely little town square. How her clients are always awestruck at how beautiful the final result would turn out. How she had heard she was the most passionate, determined cookie who only wanted the engaged couples to have the best memories of their lives…
“Yes,” she thought, “this would be absolutely perfect…! The most wonderful planner, for the most wonderful wedding…yes, YES! They deserve NOTHING less…!”
She would leave her fellow members that night, as she could not exercise any restraint any longer.. Black Forest Cookie quickly made her way towards the location of the wedding planner, pale moonlight gently yet extravagantly glistening against her icing as she walked. Wedding Cake Cookie, was it…? She would have the most important role in her most joyous, most blessed point in her entire life of eternal devotion…
…to become the most perfect bride that They could have ever created.