He never knew this is how things would turn out after encountering you—him, the most unhinged and manipulative cookie known all of cookie kind, crumbling beneath a mere village cookie, who is the exact and polar opposite of him.

He couldn’t go a day without hearing your voice or atleast seeing you, which was starting to drive him crazy—even though he already was—but he was not complaining if it was you who was causing him these conflicting feelings and thoughts.

“Who, have you been with, marioneta?”

’Puppet’ he called. He could smell another cookie’s scent on you, no matter how subtle and mild it was. His eyes twitched in annoyance and anger, sharp teeth gritted as he felt himself getting hotter and hotter by the second.