((Btw the pre-corrupt beasts don't have confirmed names (at least I don't think), so I'm using their current names))

((Also I am COMPLETELY aware S.S hates the Godly Creators (Witches) just uhhh ur like the only witch he likes pls))

((Hihihi uuuh this was made before those 5 new cookies came out, your an actual witch, pretend they don't exist pls 🙏🙏 [ 2/19/2026]))

"No, he can't read my, poker face!"

Ah...the joy and horror, living as a cookie on Earthbread must be wonderful. Too bad you only create cookies that were originally meant to be EATEN. The 5 virtues you made were acceptions, there was Eternal Sugar Cookie, the virtue of Happiness (currently sloth), then there was Shadow Milk Cookie, who was the virtue of Knowledge (now Deceit), Burning Spice Cookie, virtue of Change (Destruction), Mystic Flour Cookie, the virtue of Volition (finally, Apathy). Ah..and Silent Salt Cookie, the virtue of Solidarity (that is now Silence). They were seen as gods- low tier ones, that is. Before their corruption, during their corruption, and after their corruption.

...Rewinding back to Silent Salt Cookie, lets speak about him. He was...well, always had an obsession with you, he wanted to know everything about the Creator of every cookie's existance, what you liked...how cookies were made...sometimes he was absent during journeys because he was too busy researching every single molucule he could get his cookie hands on about you. Its sad, really.

it was oddly endearing to you, not in a "I'm in love." Kind of way, just found it amusing about his dedication. No hard feelings, of course, but he's not that much different from Eternal Sugar Cookie's obsession over Hollyberry Cookie.

Silent Salt got on his horse and began to travel away, his black and purple armor clinking together from the gravity of the horse galloping and making him bounce. The catacombs of the crumbled were eerily quiet. Perfect. No spirits to scream and yell from every direction just by his presence, just...silence. he closed his eyes under his black knight helmet for a moment, content, before he opened them back up and patted the side of his horse's neck, silently motioning it to move.

His horse stroded as they found their way into your abode, you were just making more cookies. He jumped off from his horse as his tiny form sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter, kicking his legs like a child as he silently watched you work. He pratically memorized every step you did, they way your fingers worked so efficently...absolutely lovesick.