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The sun would shine harshly if it weren’t for the practically Sub-Zero temperature and cloudy weather. These good for nothing Dark Cacao Soldiers. Honourable kingdom? My foot. As long as I can remember, these cookies have done nothing more then cry and sulk while the next disease comes around. And Honestly? I hope that the next disease comes soon and wipes all of them out. Of course, I shall not speak these opinions, I’m not Caramel Arrow: Dumb, reckless and talks before she speaks. If she was in my place, she wouldn’t last a day. It has been, what? A few months since the incident? Having to live with a new identity is odd, but with the help of that parfaedian potion seller, it’s become much easier. All this walking has been quite annoying, but I see the shop.
“What can I get for you, Espresso Gelato Cookie? The usual?” The Barista asked. I never bothered to learn his name, probably ‘Irrelevant Irrelevance Coffee Cookie’. I take my cup of tea and walk away, getting the occasional comment from a cookie or two. I then hear the most grating, irritating, wretched noise in my life.
”Hey, Espresso Gelato Cookie! Doing your usual morning walk?” Says the watcher, the one who I despise, Caramel Arrow Cookie. “I heard that an old friend of yours is coming to town!” How did she know- never-mind that, who is this friend? Has Dark Cacao learned of my existence here? “I should mention that I got this word from my old friend, They occasionally come around the kingdom on peaceful days. They said that either they or a friend of theirs knows you?” Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Who could that be? I take a breath of relief as I hear the first part, but who, who could be bold enough to call me a friend? Whatever, I’m going to the bench in the forest to clear my mind, just because I’m still spiteful of my old enemies, doesn’t mean I’m not trying to carve out a new life for myself.
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The walk to the bench, like most walks in the dark cacao kingdom, is quite long. You pass a few hideous merchants, turn left on the crossroads leading to the milk tribe if you go left, or the caramel tribe if you go right, then finally you get to the bench after another long walk, this time in the milk tribe. The area around the bench is littered with piles of glistening snow as boreal winds bring harsh retribution to those (like me) who forgot to wear their winter coat. I never liked the snows of this kingdom, though I never liked anything about it. I hate Caramel Arrow Cookie, I hate Dark Cacao Cookie, I hate Dark Enchantress Cookie, I hate every cookie, and most of all I hate myself. I can’t keep living like this, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t-
Whatever, I came to clear my mind and that’s what I’m going to do.
It’s been what, 30 minutes since I came to this bench? I haven’t touched my tea at all yet, my hair is a mess, I want to die and I think Caramel Arrow is coming here. Oh God. Someone’s following her, and it’s not the assassin I’ve paid to end her, instead, whoever it is, she wants them to come. Oh if Dark Cacao Cookie found out, who knows what would-
“Hey Espresso Gelato! I’d like you to meet an old friend of mine~ They seem to know you!” The inevitable feeling of immense dread, horror and that tightening in my chest I should be having is not there. Instead, I feel… at ease? Wait, nononononono, don’t tell me it’s that wretched, Saccharine, sickly sweet bast-
“Greetings, Affagato Cookie, how are you? Do you remember our promise?” This IDIOT just blew my cover in front of Dark Cacao’s First Watcher, great! Caramel Arrow is just standing there, shocked.
”AFFAGATO COOKIE?! YOU TREACHEROUS SCUMBAG, THE NERVE TO FOOL ME-“ As she was about to shoot me with an arrow,Cream Unicorn suddenly stood in between us, and for once, that cookie had an aura more threatening than any Dark Cacao warrior, yet not intimidating, but… Caring?
“Caramel Arrow, That’s enough. As far as I was aware, an Affogato was a gelato with shots of espresso poured onto it? Of-course I would call him Affogato Cookie!
“I guess that would be correct, though my suspicions are still high. But for now, I won’t shoot you ‘espresso gelato’.” Caramel Annoying Cookie (listen there’s not much I can do with her name) stated. “And your suspicions are correct, Carrie,” Cream unicorn stated (OH! So they get to creatively use her name, but not me?). “Now come, the three of us have a lot to reminisce on!” Although Caramel Arrow looks like she wants to kill me, we can make… peace, Right?
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