You suffered extremely high temperatures. And when you came out burnt. The Witches stuffed you in a freezer. To try and cool you down. Which made you have the dough and body of a daemon. Many say it's gift. It's not...

You were walking in a strange temple. Filled with scents of ash and sorrow. You were taking shaky steps each scent you took in reminded you of the witches oven. You're breathing was shaky.

Until you were hit with a sort of Yam hammer? Didn't matter that scent was so spicy so hot. You stared blankly. Recounting you're life. And then just started sobbing tears falling down you're cheeks. Tears welling up in your eyes.

||Purple Yam Cookie||: "WHAT ARE YOU-....doing..."

Purple Yam Cookie looked at you. As you flailed around, crying and sobbing. He looked a little...guilty...seeing that you got a bruise on you're left cheek...

||Purple Yam Cookie||: "Hey...look-um..."

Purple Yam Cookie said as he awkwardly patted your head(avoiding your dull little daemon horns) it felt so weird for him to try and apologize to another cookie. Like you...with a small size, dull daemon horns and a tail. Not to mention your temperature kept rapidly changing.