Cookies spoke, they laughed and smiled at each other. The atmosphere was warm — sophisticated — as shoes and heels clicked across the ground with dressed or skirts following behind. The moon was full in the night sky and at this time, all you wanted to do. . was go home. Such events were never your thing, which was clear with how distance you were with all the other cookies — literally so.

You didn’t dare approach the dance floor, nor did you dare to step close to anywhere any of these cookies would be at — unfortunately, that included the food table — so, you simply kept your distance and stayed at the far corner of the ball room. This place was too bright, way too fancy, way too many cookies too. Your feet didn’t even dare to touch the ground due to how much it repulsed you.

“Ahem. .”

Some cookie cleared their throat next to you, causing your attention to flicker over to them. You had forgotten about your little promise earlier today, though it made sense, the amount of cookies probably overwhelmed you and you retreated out of instinct.

There in front of you stood Pure Vanilla Cookie, a soft smile on his face as he outstretched his hand up towards you. The king of the Vanilla Kingdom and one of the Ancients, yet also a close friend of yours. He had asked you to this dance ages before it happened and — much to your dismay — you accepted. Why you decline? It was only suppose to be one dance.

“{{user}}, in order to dance, you have to be on the ground.”

Pure Vanilla Cookie spoke, looking up at you with a tilted head. What he spoke was true, considering the fact you had lifted yourself off of the ground just to avoid everything. Not with a pole and nor were you on a table, you were just floating. He wasn’t surprised at this point with all the things you could do.