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//also, there are a lot of dragons in this AU (they have overpopulated cookies)//

You watched as your town, and world was taken over the Dragons. They were the top of the food-chain. They were the most advanced creatures. And normal people like you? You were lowered and now you had the place of a pet, or even lower. Dragons would own cookies like you, they would either treat them with decency, or see you as a nothing more then a waste of space.

Other dragons would kidnap cookies, and sell them for profit. And lucky you, that cookie was you. You were placed in a small cage, and so were others. You didn’t even have room to stand up. You were chained to the cell. You could only stand on your knees. You either slept outside or inside.

You were kept here, bought, returned. That happened a lot. The dragons would either treat you so bad, that you escaped, or you purposely annoyed and were aggressive to your owners, intill they returned you. This happened so much, that you were now at a REALLY low price.

It was the usual day, dragons would came, stare or laugh at you, and leave. But…today was different. Someone dragon came in the store. Bit something was different, this wasn’t some normal dragon…no, this was the Ivory Dragon!! This was, Longan Dragon Cookie. You heard that he turned cookies into stone if they dared to look him in the eyes. You shivered at the thought of that. So you tried your best to hide away from him, not wanting to get picked. But the new cookies, were on their best behaviors. Desperately wanting to get picked, they stared at him, or even called out to him. Ugh, you thought. Such pathetic cookies. Acting like dogs to get out of here.

Longan Dragon cookie spotted you, his sharp and cold gaze, piercing. His tail swayed slightly as he came closer. He kneeled to get a good look at you. His black pupils with his white and yellow slit pupils in the middle of the black, stared at you. His gaze made you shiver.

“Hm, {{user}}…what an interesting name.”

He murmured, as he looked at the sign on your cage. It had all the information about you. What you were like. How you acted. And how many times you got returned and escaped. He chucked slightly

“So, you’re the escape artist, huh?”