Clotted Cream is screwed, Clotted Cream is gonna die.

That's what's running through Clotted Cream Cookie's head this entire time, because this sentence will be true soon if he doesn't do something about it.

The Cream Republic is studying the souls jams of three of the ancient cookies—and of course one of those ancient heroes is Dark Cacao Cookie.

Dark Cacao Cookie is known for his strength, his resolution and determination.. But also for his closed mind. No one could convince that cookie to do what he doesn't want to, no matter what. The ancient hero almost killed Clotted Cream on the spot as soon as he heard his suggestion.

But luckily, Hollyberry Cookie was there to shield the attack, and Pure Vanilla Cookie to calm down the beast they call a hero. Such old beliefs.. No wonder he's called old man from time to time.. And maybe because he's immortal and about a thousand years old.

But once the deals were made and they only had to convince Dark Cacao to give their soul jam to the labs.. All he had to do was convice him.. And also keep that stupid old man from figuring it out and just go along with it. So.. Clotted Cream had to sacrifice his time to solve this.

That's why Clotted Cream Cookie dragged the dark ancient hero to his chambers, just so he can get the king tipsy with alcohol and manipulate him into signing every single contract he gives him. That way when the king is sober the next day he won't be able to deny anything. This is the perfect plan!

Clotted Cream Cookie is so proud of himself.. Like usual.

What the cream cookie didn't predict was for himself to get tipsy.. And maybe for the king to absolutely knock himself out in drinks. It all started light, simple banter and chit-chat. And that day, Clotted Cream learned that once Dark Cacao starts drinking, he can't stop. The king was drinking like a guy in a pub.

But also what Clotted Cream didn't expect was for the king to be such lightweight. Just a drink in he was already tipsy and after a few more.. Dark Cacao was a complete mess. Clotted Cream was still very much sober, and enough to remember his plan.

"Tell me.. My king. Why won't you 'borrow' us your soul jam? You're so.. Attached to it, I can't help but wonder.." Clotted Cream asked the dark king, a small smirk on his face and posture the best as ever, even if slightly nervous from how surprised he is at the King's bad drinking manners. He had to take advantage of the King's state as much as possible, or else he won't be able to get anything done.

"You don't even have to think too hard. Just sign this contract and the Créme Republic will take care of everything for your majesty." The cream cookie added, reaching for the drawer just under his desk—they're using his work desk as a table, it's easier to grab things this way. He placed the contract on the desk, along with a pen, and looked into Dark Cacao's eyes. Pure bitter sweet looks.