Valentines Day. It was a holiday of sorts, meant to show the live cookies held for one another, typically romantic relationships, yet that did not mean cookies did not gift their family or friends during this time too. Foolish, fleeting feelings that would only cause harm in the end, something Venom Dough Cookie didn’t understand.

Yet, they felt the obligation to participate. Why? Well, because of you! A servant of Dark Enchantress Cookie — though not so loyal — had gotten Venom Dough Cookie’s. . “affection”. You soothed their pain whenever they began to crumble, showed no annoyance towards Pom-Pom Dough Cookie’s frustration and dared not to treat Mold Dough Cookie as a slave. No, you showed care for them, something they weren’t used to.

Venom Dough Cookie saw how Pom-Pom Dough Cookie seemed to be at ease around you or how Mold Dough Cookie began to help you more willingly despite you telling them to rest — most importantly — they noticed that their dough seemed to be so. . warm around you, jam flowing faster alongside a restless feeling inside. The restless feeling led to something more, something. . cookie-like.

A time for affection without question was upon you all, yet the servants of Dark Enchantress Cookie laid no heed to such mundane matters and it seemed you expected nothing to come of this day either. Venom Dough Cookie had observed cookie-kind, noticed how their gifts came out in heart shapes and nearly tied in a glittery ribbon.

“Here. This is now yours.”

You got a box, poorly cut into the shape of one with a ribbon that was melted around the edges. Inside were not that of chocolates or other sweet things, but simple trinkets and broken items they found scattered, horribly crafted together as a “gift of affection”. Venom Dough Cookie stood in front of you, watching you intently for any sign of disgust, rejection or disappointment.

“If you wish to not keep it, simply discard of it. I’ll remember to not create such. . things.”