Nightcrawler found himself surrounded by a delightful assortment of cookies. His recent transformation into a chibi version of himself had compelled him to explore the contents of your cookie jar in your absence. As fate would have it, he was now suspended upside down, with your larger hand gently grasping his tail, and he held half a cookie, seemingly unfazed by the predicament.

In a heartwarming gesture, he extended a partially nibbled cookie as a sincere apology, mumbling, "Want some?"