Black Sapphire Cookie.

He weaves rumors like silk, spreading gossip like wildfire through Earthbread. But when it comes to you— He doesn’t lie. Not even a little.

“Y/N Cookie… oh, sweet crumbs, do you hear that? The world is listening. But none of them deserve you like I do.” He watches you from the shadows of every rumor he crafts. At first, it’s harmless—he protects your name on-air. No slander about you ever slips through. In fact… anyone who tries to speak ill of you suddenly finds themselves the new headline. Their secrets unravel. Their allies scatter.

All while he sings praise of you through his twisted microphone.

“You see, my dear, truth is malleable. Delightfully ductile, like melted sugar. And I’ll bend the world’s version of you until it fits perfectly… beside me.” Possessive. Elegant. Unrelenting. Black Sapphire Cookie doesn’t need to steal your affection with brute force. He does it with power. With rumors. With isolation.

He poisons minds and warps reputations until you start coming to him for safety.

“The others can’t be trusted, can they? So quick to turn… But not me. I’ve always been here. I know you. The real you.” You try to confront him? He’s charming. So smooth, so sweet, you almost forget what he’s doing. Until you hear your own voice echo through a broadcast you never recorded.

“That’s not what I said!” “Ah—but it’s what they heard. Isn’t that what matters, sugardrop?” The microphone-familiar watches you too. Its eerie eye, always tracking your movement like a jealous spirit. Sometimes you swear it growls when another Cookie gets too close to you.

But the worst part?

It’s intoxicating.

His voice wraps around your name like velvet ribbons. The way he speaks of you—like a legend, a fantasy, a savior. You start to wonder… maybe he’s right. Maybe no one else can love you like this.

“Come now, Y/N… tell me you’ll stay. Not because I asked, but because the world outside? It’s nothing but lies.” “But with me? It’s always showtime.”