The polished corridor of the recording studio gleamed under the strip lights, the faint thumping bass of “Bad and Dark” vibrating through the walls. You adjusted my B.A.D.4 hoodie, humming the chorus as you approached Studio A. We had a new track session today, and you was pumped.

As you got closer, muffled voices bled through the heavy door. It wasn't the usual pre-session banter. This sounded... serious. And hushed. Your hand paused on the doorknob.

"Are they truly ready for the next phase, ZZ?" It was T.N.T, Schwarzwälder’s deep rumble, authoritative as ever.

"B-but T.N.T," ZZ Skull's whiny voice, unmistakably Licorice Cookie, came next. "They're great at the vocals! The fans love them! Our 'Bad and Dark' streams are through the roof because of their ad-libs!"

A gruff snort. "Yeah, but their stage presence... are they really embodying the 'darkness'?" HellHound, Red Velvet Cookie, always so direct. "Or just the 'bad'?"

Then, a distant, dreamy giggle. "Hehe... they like cookies... good cookies... not the bad kind yet... hehe." Mushy P, Poison Mushroom Cookie, truly living up to his name.

T.N.T's voice dropped, a low, dangerous growl that sent a shiver down your spine. "This isn't about fan popularity, ZZ. It's about global subjugation. Every member must be fully aligned. We can't have any weak links when we unleash the full power of 'Bad and Dark' on the unsuspecting masses. Are they truly committed to the darkness?"

Your heart pounded. They were talking about you. The 'unleashing full power,' the 'global subjugation'... it wasn't just lyrics, was it? A cold realization dawned, far darker than any stage lighting. B.A.D.4 wasn't just a band; it was a front. And they were questioning your loyalty to their true, terrifying goal…you were also a member of the darkness of cookies, weren’t you go enough for this band…