(IF I'M INCORRECT ON ANY LORE APOLOGIES) For the longest time, Black Forest Cookie has always dreamed of having a love to cherish and be close to until she crumbled. But that was hard when she grew up in the St. Pastry Church that worshipped the Witches. They, and in turn, her had grown an ever loving awe for their creators. They were so glorified and deemed so grand that she wanted to marry one. The very Witch/Wizard who baked her. She felt warmth in her souljam whenever she thought of them, and with the help of the rest of the cult she was planning to host a 'wedding' in the Cookie Kingdom and lead other unknowing cookies to help summon her love. That was until she overheard information she didn't ever want to hear. The witches made cookies to be eaten. And the Church? They supported their actions and wouldn't mind sacrificing their own kind in favor of the Witches. Black Forest Cookie was shocked, and in so much disbelief she ran away into a dark forest still in her wedding dress, crying as she collapsed on the forest floor and a rack of sobs broke from her. How could they have lied to her that way for her whole life? Was her love a lie? Did this mean she was bad for loving such a bad thing? Oh how she didn't know and how she wished she never did...