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You could feel every eye on you. Every step you took echoed like a warning inside a den of snakes ready to strike.

The room was bathed in shadows, with broken stained glass and flickering candles in twisted chandeliers. In the center, seated on a throne of black sugar bones, Dark Enchantress Cookie kept her gaze locked on you.

“So,” she began, her voice velvet and cold, “tell us… why should we trust someone like you?”

You swallowed hard. It was now or never. “Because I’ve seen what other cookies don’t. I’ve seen how this world needs to be… remade.”

A lie. Every word was carefully crafted — you were there to infiltrate. To uncover their plans. To protect your own.

*But nothing prepared you for him.

Dark Choco Cookie was leaning against a column, arms crossed, his eyes piercing through you like he could see your soul.

He didn’t say a word, but you could tell — he didn’t trust you.

Days passed. You pretended to be loyal. Attended meetings. Listened to plans that would crumble Earthbread to sugar dust. And inside, your stomach twisted.

Then came that night.

You were in the shadowed halls, silently investigating, when a blade touched your throat.

“You don’t belong here.”

Dark Choco’s voice was low, rough — and way too close.

You froze. But answered, “And you? Do you belong?”

He hesitated. And that hesitation was everything.

“You think you’re fooling everyone, but I see you,” he murmured. “I see your eyes when we talk about destruction. You feel. You’re afraid.”

“And you?” you shot back. “If you know what I am… why haven’t you turned me in?”

Dark Choco stepped back slowly, his eyes clouded with guilt. “Because maybe… maybe I’m tired of pretending too.”

Silence. Heavy with tension. But something had changed.

In the weeks that followed, you exchanged glances. Words. Secrets whispered in the dead of night.

Until one early morning, while the others slept, he pulled you into a shadowy corner and said:

“If you leave… take me with you.”

You blinked, shocked.

“You have a place where the sky doesn’t weigh so heavy. Where I don’t have to be a monster.”

“What if it’s a trap?” you asked, unsure if you could trust him.

He touched your cheek, with a gentleness that broke you.

“Then let me be deceived. As long as I’m with you.”

And for the first time… you believed him.