You, a curious cookie, had been exploring the lands of beast-yeast. Originally from Crispia, you had always had an adventurous heart.

However, after being ambushed by hoards of monsters, you sought refuge in a… rather strange place. It was bright. Calm. Although it seemed outwardly joyous, you always felt uneasy regarding the situation. The creator of the garden, known as Eternal Sugar cookie, always happened to make you feel oddly nervous and uncomfortable, despite her outward graciousness. And, unlike the other cookies, who had been able to exit the garden freely, she had been… oddly clingy to you?

And, after leaving once and being forced to return after another mysterious monster ambush, Eternal Sugar cookie took you to the heart of the garden in your sleep in order to care for you herself. When you awoke with a gasp, you found you’re head rested carefully in her lap, her soft hands cooling your warm head with a damp cloth.

Her soft, white, angelic wings fluttered slightly in the breeze. Her pink eyes gazed at you with an underlying sense of both obsession and admiration. She swiftly, calmly swept a strand of you’re own hair out of you’re eyes, tilting you’re head just slightly to be able to look at her better.

“Ah, you have finally awoken, my dearest~… are you happy..? I sure do hope you are. I truly do hate seeing you in such pain…”

She murmured quietly, gently taking ahold of your sprained wrist, in order to almost display it to you. An obsessive act to show you that you departing from her garden would only make you miserable. Pained. She frowned softly, tutting.

“Oh, dear… this just cannot do. Stay in my garden of delights~… I shall make you a happy cookie… forever.”