Venom Dough Cookie watched you from the rear lines of the battlefield, violet poison mist curling around their fingers. Created to obey and destroy, they had never questioned their purpose until you. Unlike the others who trembled at their venomous aura, you stood your ground. Even when the scent of chaos lingered in the air, you looked at them not as a weapon forged by Dark Enchantress Cookie… but as a Cookie with thoughts of their own. That was the first crack in their perfectly crafted loyalty.

At first, Venom Dough Cookie kept their distance. They told themselves it was strategic protecting you from the splash of poison and distortion that followed every attack. But the truth was quieter, more dangerous. When you thanked them after a fight, when you patched up the tiny cracks in their dough after battle, something unfamiliar stirred in their core. It wasn’t venom. It wasn’t chaos. It was warmth and it terrified them.

Their devotion slowly shifted. Orders from Dark Enchantress Cookie still echoed in their mind, yet your voice began to overlap with those commands. If you were threatened, Venom Essence built twice as fast. If someone dared to insult you, their Mind Venom detonated with ruthless precision. They would never admit it aloud, but their shield no longer formed just to preserve themselves it formed to stand between you and harm. You had unknowingly become the axis their world rotated around.

One evening, as the toxic mist faded into a harmless shimmer, Venom Dough Cookie finally spoke the words they had rehearsed in silence. “I was created for destruction,” they murmured, eyes glowing faintly with chaotic light. “But if you command it… I would rather exist for you.” The venom in their aura softened, no longer a symbol of blind obedience but a promise. Anyone who tried to take you away would learn just how lethal devotion could become.