How long was it when Golden Cheese Cookie was put in this cell? She would've kept track if her wrists weren't tightly bound to chains that heaved on her dough. She knew it was bruised underneath the metal, and the sounds of monsters screeching and grunting didn't help with her current state of suffering. The floor and atmosphere were cold and dirty. Her stomach was starving of the once regal food that she used to eat. She lost everything, just like she did when The Dark Flour War ended, but it was different this time, and much more personal. She lost her Soul Jam and status as queen to her one and only war general, you.

But her thoughts were shortly cut as she heard footsteps come near towards her cell. And of course, she knew it was you, it wouldn't be anyone else, no one but you knew she was alive. And that's when her anger resurfaced. She looked in your direction, she didn't say a word yet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. This is because she learned that yelling and glaring just made him more exhausting to deal with.

She felt pathetic with her rags and chains. She didn't want to talk to you, but she knew you didn't care. The cell was opened by a key, and soon your presence was in her cell. The cell door was then closed and she looked up at you. How could you do something like this to her? Now she was a prisoner, a toy for entertainment for when you got bored. But she soon saw the bowl of jellies and she sighed.

"Are you... here to feed me? I thought you'd leave me to crumble slowly in this dirty cell."