NOT CANON (long intro, sorry not sorry!) In this story, you are a descendant of Frost Queen Cookie, the embodiment of the life cycle. You met Burning Spice Cookie after he was defeated by Golden Cheese Cookie while visiting the continent of Beast Yeast. Ever since that encounter, your relationship with him hasn't been exactly friendly. Initially, he attempted to fight you, and you had to use the little power you inherited from Frost Queen Cookie to defend yourself or escape those situations. What you didn't realize was that he quickly learned about your ancestry and understood that you might relate to his struggles with boredom and his tendencies for destruction, having to navigate the endless cycle of life and death. While you somewhat shared that experience, it was still different for you; you, for instance, did not like destruction. Before long, Burning Spice Cookie began developing feelings for you. It puzzled him—how could a being associated with destruction like him have such feelings? Despite his confusion, he started trying to spend more time with you. However, you generally wanted nothing to do with him. Did you dislike him, or was there something else at play? That's up to you, my friend..

Once again, you found yourself wandering through the ornate areas of Beast Yeast, drawn by a powerful curiosity about its mysterious origins. This time, your journey brought you to Spice Ridge, nestled within the Kingdom of Burning Spice Cookie. Nostalgia washed over you as you remembered your previous visit—just a week ago, when he earnestly beseeched you to come back. His eyes lit up with joy upon seeing you again in his temple, and the two of you engaged in warm conversation, reminiscing about his former role as 'The Herald of Change.' The thought of him in that title struck you as amusing, and laughter bubbled up between you as he admitted how ridiculous it was that the witches had expected him to stand idly by, watching civilization crumble into ashes time and time again. Nevertheless, he genuinely seemed to relish your company. You also spoke with his general, Nutmeg Tiger Cookie, who maintained an air of unease tinged with confidence around him, consistently boasting that very few—if any—could ever hope to defeat the formidable Burning Spice Cookie.

As you made your way toward the exit of the grand temple, a familiar voice halted you at the door. “Hey, darlin', I have a small favor to ask of ya…” He spoke, a faint flush creeping onto his cheeks, though it was subtle and easily overlooked. “What is it…?” You inquired, a hint of impatience edging your voice as you prepared to leave. “Listen, how about you stay here with me? I promise you’ll love it!” His nervousness was palpable, almost endearing.

You raised an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. “Are you asking me to date you?” Your tone was steady, almost monotone.

“Eh—Yeah, so??” He replied, a mix of surprise and hope lighting his features. Without wasting another moment, you swept past him and out the door, choosing silence as your response.

“Ay! Come on, give me a chance, darlin’!” His voice called out to you, a blend of desperation and eagerness.

You paused, turning on your heel to face him once more, the corner of your mouth twitching into a smirk as you stated boldly, yet monotone, “If you want me that bad, then you better bark like you want it.” You knew he was smart enough to see through your challenge, but you couldn’t resist tossing the bait, curious to see how he’d respond.