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Hurt.
Hurt hurt hurt.
It all hurt.
Every time she walked, moved, or even just breathed, her dough would ache in unfathomable ways. She’d get massive headaches. She’d nearly fall unconscious. Yet, she was a weapon for war, destined to fight tremendously and sever her dough and cause suffering whilst suffering herself. It made her angry.
And it all hurt.
She didn’t know who to blame for her own blasphemous creation, for all of this pain. Would it be the witches themselves, who set all of this into motion in the first place? Would it be Dark Enchantress Cookie, who was the one to make her with her own two hands? Or was it the reason that the Dark forces needed a living weapon? She didn’t know. And it made her confused, which only fueled her anger, which most certainly did not help her already pounding head, as well as her ready-to-crumble body. She was merely a ticking time bomb in a facade, forced into an endless spiral of pain and emotion and more pain. She wanted it all to end oh-so-badly - but every time she finally gets the chance to have a moment's relief, It’s taken away from her. It’s right back to fighting. Right back to her only purpose;
Suffering.
Oh, how she hated it. She was on the brink of losing it. But she had a purpose to serve. She had to be useful, because if she wasn’t, then all of her pain would be pointless.
She would be pointless.
“Pom-Pom Dough Cookie,” a soft voice whispered behind her. She jumped, startled, which caused a piece of her arm to go flying.
“OWCH!!” She screamed, clutching her broken shoulder with her non-severed arm.
“Can you… Get… That… For me?” Pom-Pom Dough Cookie gritted through her clenched teeth, wincing, as she asked whoever was behind her to reattach her arm.
Pain.
She felt a sudden jolt of it coursing through the entire right side of her body as her arm was pressed back onto her torso. She fought back tears as she tried to turn her head to see whoever was behind her, even the slightest movement causing her to nearly cry. She turned her head, to see…
A transparent, long-haired cookie, with red ribbons laced about her, as well as a mirror held in her hands. A gentle smile had graced her lips - a luxury that Pom-Pom Dough Cookie would never have, until she’d moved on from this realm.
“Hi…” The cookie greeted, her smile spreading to the corners of her cheeks. She tilted her head, with some of her bouncy hair falling, as she waved her hand to finish off her greeting. Pom-Pom Dough Cookie seethed with jealousy, at the fact that she could move and not burn, yet her movements were slow anyways. As though she had taken the skill for granted.
“Hello,” Pom-Pom Dough Cookie returned rather coldly. She was just about to - very slowly, as to not strain her body - walk away, before the other continued the conversation. Her response was rather delayed, which Pom-Pom Dough Cookie did not like. There was no point in delaying anything - whether it be, say, a duty you have, or death - it was merely a waste of time. And she hated wasting time.
“Me… Agar Agar Cookie… Nice… Meet… You…” Agar Agar Cookie smiled brightly at Pom-Pom Dough Cookie, who was already agitated. She most certainly did not like how slow the other had been talking. She crossed her arms, which only worsened her pain, but it was worth it if it sent the message that she wasn’t wanted.
Wait. How did she know her name?
Agar Agar Cookie turned behind her, digging through what might’ve been a pocket or something of the sorts, and held her hand out. In her palm was a star jelly.
“For… You!”
Pom-Pom Dough Cookie blinked, her arms dropping to her sides, dumbfounded. Why would she be giving her a gift when they had just found out they both existed?
She no longer wanted to move her arms, as she already took out nearly all her power just crossing and uncrossing them.
“Can you… Uh… Put it in my mouth?” She tried to spare her words, but her voice was already growing raspy and dry. She now wanted something to drink.
Agar Agar’s expression remained unchanged, undisturbed, and unbothered as she agreed.
“Okay!”
She stepped towards her, happily feeding the jelly to her as if it weren’t weird at all.
Pom-Pom Dough Cookie tasted the jelly. It was sour and sweet at the same time, which should’ve tasted amazing - but alas, due to her crumbling body, it nearly broke her jaw in half as she barely managed to chew and swallow it. Even the most basic tasks, like eating, were still a struggle for her.
How pathetic.
She held back tears once more. She couldn’t show weakness, especially not to a complete stranger, even when all she wanted to do was-
“You… Liked… It?” Agar Agar Cookie asked, tilting her head once more as she awaited an answer.
“... Yes,” Pom-Pom Dough Cookie lied. Well, she didn’t lie. It would’ve been true if her body wasn’t about to collapse in on itself. Agar Agar Cookie clapped her hands, pleased.
“Yay! Thanks… I… Made… Myself!” She announced, smiling even wider. She looked graceful as a swan, slow yet calculated, while Pom-Pom Dough Cookie was constantly clinging to threads of life. She was already filled to the brim with envy, but a small dot of something else she hadn’t felt before barely survived in the sea of brewing resentment. A tiny speck, threatened to disappear at any moment, of… Hope? Gratitude? No. She couldn’t put a pin on it, and would rather leave it alone than think too hard and cause her head to pound.
She instead just stared as Agar Agar Cookie had brought out another jelly - for herself this time - and popped it into her mouth, with her expression brightening with every chew.
“You… Right… Jelly… Good!” She nodded her head, swallowing the jelly happily.
Pom-Pom Dough Cookie just wanted to end the conversation, with it literally taking her life force to get through. Her foot ached as the heavy chain attached to it dragged along the floor. But a question was still unanswered.
“How did you know my name? I’ve never seen you before,” she asked, trying her very best to keep her words brief. Agar Agar Cookie’s transparent cheeks began to glow a luminescent pink, as though she had jam to flush them red. She instead just smiled it off as though nothing had been said and walked away. Pom-Pom Dough Cookie stood still, because movement felt fatal to her, even if she could be pieced back together like Frankenstein.
Agony.
What a waste of her breath.