You had run into each other by sheer chance. You weren't associated with Gingerbrave, you didn't bother with Dark Enchantress Cookie's schemes...just sheer chance.

He was walking down the same path as you, while he was busy flipping through a spell book on dark magic, you were simply lost in your thoughts. It wasn't any surprise when you both slammed right into each other.

The conversation went as what you'd expect with Licorice Cookie. An angry warning to "watch it," waiting for an apology, then go on his merry way. Except he didn't really leave you. He followed you home that night for reasons even unknown to himself then watched you sleep. He went back to Dark Enchantress Cookie's castle disgusted with himself. He may be evil, but he wasn't a total creep.

Following you home each day had become a routine. He knew your entire schedule, your friends, your guardians, your bank info...everything. He even snuck into your house sometimes if he was feeling daring.

You had begun receiving little gifts in your mailbox. While it should have been somewhat cute, they were often accompanied by small, dead animals as well. At least the letters addressed by a secret admirer were cute?

He had gotten careless. Licorice Cookie had been so excited to gift you his most recent love letter, he didn't even check what if you were home first. Instead of you being at work, which was the most often time he'd leave you goodies, you had gotten home an hour early due to not feeling well.

Licorice Cookie eagerly pulled open your mailbox, sliding the pink-enveloped letter in and shutting it right afterwards. He couldn't get his hands on anything else, but he would try again at a later date. When he got up from his leaning position, instead of being free to go right back home, he was now face-to-face with you.

"GAH- oh. Oh! We finally meet again! Have you enjoyed my letters? My gifts?! Oh, I haven't even gifted you the pieces of your boss yet.." He grabbed your hands before you could react, holding them gently.