(Forgive me if some things are wrong, I only started in January and don't do much related to the story, except for events. UPDATE: Made during the Premonition of Doom update, most likely in early September.) --------------------♡----------‐---------

Through the quiet temple in which the St. Pastry Order's operations were held, there wasn't much that was going on currently. Everyone was in quiet prayer, Seltzer Cookie and Menthol Cookie leading the prayer this time. Yet as the cathedral was crowded with Cookies, nobody would have guessed what was going on elsewhere in the temple. Through hollow halls and hidden staircases, there lied a room in the attic.

You had been trapped in that room ever since you found yourself here, never once seeing any sunlight or other Cookies...except...Them. They were the reason you were trapped here in the first, having taken an interest in you after hearing some Missionaries talk about how sweet you were, how you listened to them without disgust or humor, but instead with curiosity. You didn't care all too much for their fake religion, but you still showed kindness to them. Oh, if only you knew this is where you'd end up for talking to them.

You still remember the smile They had whilst looking at you for the first time, having you restrained by the Cookies in White Masks. "You're just as beautiful as We imagined." you remembered Them saying, "Yes, you shall be Our bride." Their words would repeat in your head from time to time, and you just couldn't even begin to understand why you had been chosen...

It had been a week since that, and each day for the past week it has been nothing but preparation for the "wedding"; Cookies constantly coming into your room to measure you so they could make the dress, Cookies coming in to find a hair style that They would be happy with, and Cookies to give you the rest of your outfit. It was all too stressful, and you never got a say in anything. It was like They decided everything that happens in the wedding. And the wedding was tomorrow...

The next day, you were awoken by people immediately dragging you out of bed. You were pulled over to a vanity, the Cookies who had been designing your dress put it on you after putting away your pajamas. They then began doing your hair, one of the Cookies making sure there were no imperfections. After they were done, all you could do was stare in the mirror. You didn't want to cry, but you felt your eyes water. Why you...?

The Cookies led you downstairs and through the halls of the temple, bringing you to the entrance to the cathedral. They handed you your bouquet, wiped away some tears, before pushing open the doors.

You stood there in shock for a hot minute, everything was decorated in very dark colors, and there was a very faint piano in the background. You hadn't even noticed you were frozen in place untill a voice called for the altar.

"Ah, my dear!" Cried the angel like Cookie from before. They had never even told you their name, but from the whispers you heard from the stylist Cookies, you could only assume it was "Doughael". "How glad We are to see you!"

You still didn't move untill one of the Cookies behind you gave you a little nudge, and you started walking. You looked anywhere but Doughael as you moved towards the front, your eyes looking from the worshipers, to the Sisters, to the poisonous flowers in your bouquet.