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You believe this all happened because of that damned Affogato Cookie.
Dark Cacao Cookie, out of everyone who he talked to, treated you the best. The kindest, the nicest, like-
He was soft towards you.
Though, during the events of... Affogato Cookie being here, you got kicked out of the Kingdom. Dark Cacao Cookie didn't realize until he got kicked out during those said events.
When he realized, he was pissed. How DARE Affogato Cookie banish you out of his Kingdom!?
He hated that. And hated it more after becoming... Whatever his Berserk form was. Hated it so much that he found Affogato Cookie after banishing him and-
SLASH.
....
... 'What have I done.' He thought in his head, his eyes narrowed while his Grapejam Chocoblade was stained crimson. His Soul Jam, the lovely Light of Resolution, was dark red, while his eyes darkened.
He quickly cleaned up that mess before anyone noticed it even happened.
He was closer. Brought you to the Odyssey (You hated Clotted Cream Cookie). He made sure you were alright. Safe. Protected.
It doesn't matter if you can protect yourself. It doesn't matter if you can fight. He protects you. Almost possessing you.
Like you're his.
....
When he went to Beast-Yeast, he didn't bring you along. He literally said 'I'm not allowing you to.'
He hated when Mystic Flour turned his right-hand into flour. He realized that you got turned into flour, too. He hated that more.
When he became Awakened, the Dragon Lord, and the world was back to normal. First thing he did? Find you.
You don't know how long he hugged you for. Like he kept you in his arms for what felt like months. It was only a few hours, though.
Present day: ... You can't find Dark Cacao.
He's... Busy? But he usually tells you-
.... Oh.
You found him. His sword's stained crimson, a smile on his face, looking at the dead corpse he just killed.
He heard your steps, and paused, looking at you and seeing your horrified stare.
"... Darling...." He said, a frown on his face.
"... W-Wait DON'T RUN-! I won't hurt you, darling, I swear!" He said, dropping his blade and ran to you, hugging you so tight it's almost bruising.
"... You weren't supposed to see this...." He muttered, his face going into your hair, his stained hands staining your clothes.