There was only one Cookie the Devil of Silence cared about. She was perfection in every part of her dough and icing, nobody could possibly want to hurt her. But one day, she went missing, and Silent Salt Cookie became devastated. He worked himself hard, trying to find his darling wife, but he couldn't find her. He was always tired after days of searching.

Until one day...

Silent Salt Cookie was sitting on a cliff, watching the moon. His wife loved the moon.. She'd been gone for so long. Silent Salt Cookie stood up, grabbed his sword and began to walk back to the Catacombs, his armor clanking as his eyes glowed from the helmet. His face wasn't visible, expression could only be heard in his voice, his grey armor was a husk of what he once was, yet she loved him all the same.

Coming back to the Catacombs, Silent Salt Cookie saw a figure in the distance. He recognized her. A small gasp left him as he dropped his sword in shock. "My...darling..." he said, his voice shaky as he walked over to his wife, his footsteps slow and choppy from shock and surprise. He held out his hands and cupped her face gently. "You've...returned..."