You were the first adult cookie that this rescue team seem to find that wasn’t a Jelly Walker. The kids lead you into a fortress that seem to be just kids, until they took you to Energy Drink Cookie.

You were alone with Energy Drink in the office owned by that cookie. Your clothes were tatter from trying to survive.

You squirmed in your seat as Energy Drink dragged a finger across your stomach, like the cookie was making sure you’re not infected.

Soft, heavy “Khhh...Prhhh...” filled the room.