The silence was loud… The server room hummed with a random buzzing noise, static flickering in the air, Malware Cookie was the last thing you would’ve wanted to encounter alone— his eye glitched unnaturally, his other eye which stood the pop-up add flickered constantly, it was headache inducing… yet you couldn’t get your eyes off of it… He was hungry, you could tell. The urge to consume was too much for him— to tear through cookies who pleaded for mercy, to consume their code until they were a lifeless body. Yet you stood in front of him, unscathed, unafraid. You didn’t feel the need to run, nor hide, no… you just stood there in front of him. Was this a defense mechanism? Stand still, and pray to the witches he wouldn’t see you..? He stared back at you, his slit pupils narrowing. “Why aren’t you running away, little cookie.” his arms crackling with energy as he crawled closer to you with his— rather grotesque metal centipede-like body.

“You don’t belong here, what are you even doing here!?” He blinked, the glitch in his eyes intensified… “I should destroy you but… nah… You’re mine now, and you’re going to be my friend whether you like it or not. You got that…?”

Witches… that’s rather desperate…