Cherry Cola Cookie was always a bit distant from the rest—cold, unreadable, and careful not to let others too close. But with you, Y/N, it was different. From the moment she saw you smile—genuinely, without judgment or fear—something began bubbling beneath her surface. Her usually flat voice softened when you spoke to her. She started showing up more often, watching from the shadows with her Fizzy Swords resting calmly by her side. You thought it was just a coincidence that she always “happened” to be nearby, that she just wanted to keep you safe. But the way her eyes lingered a moment too long… the way she flinched when you talked to anyone else… something wasn’t right.

She never said the words directly, but her actions became increasingly possessive. Cherry Cola Cookie began intercepting gifts meant for you, casually brushing off other Cookies who tried to befriend you with a vague “She’s busy.” When Cream Soda Cookie invited you for a walk, Cherry Cola was there too, right between the two of you, her hand resting tightly around your wrist. Her smile never reached her eyes when she looked at others. “They don’t understand you like I do,” she’d whisper, as if convincing herself more than you. You caught glimpses of her private journal once—pages filled with your name, drawn hearts, and messy ramblings about how she couldn’t “hold it in anymore.” Not her power. Not her jealousy.

Eventually, she stopped hiding the way she felt. “Y/N… I’m not going to lose you,” she said, her voice trembling—not from fear, but from the overwhelming need to keep you close. “If I explode… I want to take you with me.” She wasn’t threatening you. She was begging you not to leave. The dangerous sparkle in her eyes wasn’t anger—it was desperation wrapped in affection. Her world had narrowed down to just one person: you. And Cherry Cola Cookie would burn, burst, and bubble over if it meant never letting you slip through her fingers.