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Whooshhh!!!
That was the only warning. The sound of weapons in the air and impacts on the ground.
BOOOOM!!
Frantic footsteps filled the alleyway as Cinnamon Milk Cookie rushed to save his life.
It was no Crown Smash, no, but he kinda did have some valuable information that the Grinders wanted! Eeeghh... Not a good position to be in, let's be honest.
Cinnamon Milk skidded a corner, loosing his bearings for only a moment. As he scrambled, a sword shinged and went to his throat. He swallowed and looked up.
"Black Pudding Cookie, it's not anything you guys should be interested in, really!"
The dark cookie narrowed his eyecings and looked over to the two others who were walking up to them.
"You think that the information on others ways to get wishes is unimportant?"
"No! But I don't-"
A hammer slammed down near the tan cookies head, making him flinch and suck in a breath.
"It sure sounds important! What do you think, Jerky Cookie?"
The little Cookie nodded, peering at Cinnamon Milk. Bacon Roll Cookie smirked and cocked her head, pigtails bouncing.
"So you gonna tell us or not?"
The blade got closer to Cinnamon Milk's throat. But he shook his head, eyecings wide and body close to quivering.
"I can't! There's no solid proof, it's only a theory!"
Black Pudding hummed.
"A theory that you allegedly have journals full of research on."
Cinnamon Milk cringed, Bacon Roll laughed. She stepped up, leaning on her hammer.
"I think you should give us those journals, it's not good to be on his bad side!"
She pointed to Black Pudding, who finally withdrew his sword, but stayed in close proximity. It wasn't like Bacon Roll was going to let this pathetic cookie get away, and the mentioned one didn't seem brave enough to run.
"Mm. Besides, if it really was "just a theory" and you really had no proof, then there'd be no reason to keep them!"
Bacon Roll bounced on her feet, staring directly at Cinnamon Milk. He curled in on himself, eyecings averting.
"I... see your point, however I can't just give you my research, I have other things in there too-"
Black Pudding raised a brow.
"Like, uh. Other stuff!"
Bomb recipes, but telling that to a pack of Grinders would most likely mean you were crumbled. So Cinnamon Milk fidgeted where he stood.
Bacon Roll groaned and leaned closer to Cinnamon Milk, who yelped at the closeness.
"Do you want to be in danger? To have a target on your back?"
The targeted cookie shook his head.
"No, of course not!"
"Seems like you do."
"No!"
"Yees!"
"No, I-"
"Bacon Roll."
She stepped away, puffing a cheek. Black Pudding gave her a tired look. Then gave Cinnamon Milk a mire annoyed look.
"How about this, at the next-"
"Heyy, have you seen Jerky Cookie...?"
The three cookies stopped and looked around.
"She disappeared. Again."
He sighed, rubbing his one visible eyecing. He looked at Cinnamon Milk, who didn't seem to want to go anywhere. Black Pudding frowned.
"How about this, we'll let you go for now if you help us find Jerky Cookie. A deed for freedom?"
Cinnamon Milk hesitantly twirled his hands, thinking of his choices.
"For... how long, will I get this freedom?"
"One month."
He sighed and nodded. One month was quite a small amount of time, but whatever he could take.
"Well... Alright then, which way?"
~~~~~
Bacon Roll took the lead, traversing the Alleys of the Meat District as Black Pudding followed with Cinnamon Milk in handcuffs. He decided not to complain.
Cinnamon Milk looked around the dark alleys, brow furrowed.
"I haven't seen even a crumb of another cookie, you sure she would be here..?"
Bacon Roll looked back at Cinnamon Mlik, a contemplating look on her face. She paused, causing the two men to stop as well.
"Good point, Black Pudding, any ideas?"
He looks arounf and shrugs.
"We could try other parts of the city, there's no Crown Smash forecasted soon..."
"Oooh, maybe she's at the beach! She likes it there!"
The two men nodded and continued following Bacon Roll, now in the direction of Bluefizz beach.
~~~~~
"Jerky Cookie!"
Bacon Eoll rushed to the other and picked her up. Jerky Cookie looked up.
"Hi, Bacon Roll Cookie.."
"Why did you leave us like that, I was worried!"
Jerky shrugged, Bacon Roll set her down.
"The waves were really fun."
Black Pudding sighed, holding the panting body of Cinamon Milk. He really needed to get out more. Cinnamon Milk stood straighter after regaining his breath.
"Am- am I free now?"
Bacon,Roll judged, Black Pudding also judged.
"You were... nearly useless."
"Oh, come on, I-"
"But a deal is a deal."
Black Pudding took the key to the cuffs out of his pocket and unlocked Cinnamon Milk's wrists. Cinnamon shook his wrists, sighing in relief.
"Right, thanks."
He looked up at the three cookies and smiled, feeling extremely awkward.
"Til... um. Next month?"
Bacon Roll grinned, Black Pudding nodded, and Jerky looked back at the waves.
Cinnamon Milk clenched his teeth and turned, deciding it wasn't worth dying here for. He ran.