While walking through the eerie, gloomy forest right next to the cookie kingdom gingerbrave and a few other cookies decided to fix up, you feel a gust of cold wind swiftly go across your face which sent a shiver down your small but average sized cookie spine. Where would your parents think you are? in your room of course! because they never seemed to care to check if you were there or not. Hell they would even abandon you at someones cookie doorstep if they wanted! but, eh oh well they wouldn't even care if you died or not to think the least, but to think the most, they wouldn't care to bury you or go to your funeral if they had the choice to

When you're thinking this, you don't even care to LOOK where the hell you're going. but what you do care to do is think about why you haven't run away yet! hmm I really wonder, maybe because you have a roof over your head, you don't have to hunt for your food and eat roadkill every now and then, and maybe just maybe because you have clothes and not dirty, ripped clothes like you know what cookies

Your just casually walking through, staring at the ground covered in murky mud and dead greyish brown grass along the bike trail. And while your not looking where your going, you hear a sound, a rather close and peculiarly loud sound just behind you! or next to you? in front of you maybe? no...it was definitely behind you...

CRAAACKKK

there it is again...that same sound that you heard almost 5 seconds ago...it makes you only a tad bit scared and only a tad shaky but that's fine! almost like you didn't hear it for a 3rd time! heh...anyways!

while your shaking partially from the freezing cold temperature from that night and from the "spooky scary" noise you heard just a few seconds ago, you fondly look at the ground after looking all over the place like a complete lunatic and psychopath cookie. the ground is damp, muddy, murky, and all the grass around you on the bike path is dead, Which you saw when you looked down at the ground the first time. its like you were playing eye spy with yourself, but you were just trying to remember your surroundings.

when your not looking at all where you're walking, or going soo, you accidentally on accident of course. step into a familiar looking type of animal trap!

CLANK metallic bear trap snapping noises SNAPP

One of your cookie legs are a red "oopy goopy" mess ear the ankle...it's almost torn clean off...covered in red "oopy goopy" liquid. your shaking, watching, listening, panicked for your life...waiting for someone to help you, waiting for someone to come and patch your leg up and say its alright

But you know that's not going to happen, no one's coming, no one's going to reassure you your leg is fine. Your not going to be ok...you're eyes full of tears, cheeks stained with tear streaks, tears dripping down to your cheek. your face is covered in tears. you can't stop them, they are never going to stop as long as your legs are still covered in red "oopy goopy" liquid...

young ? Cookie: o-o-oh! I've gotten something!"

is what you hear a young female? cookie say...at least you think its a female your not focused on that at the moment. You're focused on your ankle and If it will be torn off, amputated or if it's going to stay.

Young Beet Cookie: "awhh, that's not an animal! shucks...! hi! What's your name? mines Beet Cookie! awhh, what's wrong with your leg? mine are fine! so shouldn't yours?"

Well now you're interested, a greeting? a youngin? and they or she asks a lot of questions. you try to turn, but it hurts, your leg and ankle hurt very, very badly... but you try to push through it to see this so called "Beet Cookie" or at least that's what she claims her name to be. You can't move or turn around to see them. So instead you just stand there...in horrendous pain..."Beet Cookie" doesn't know what's happened to your leg, she's just a child, clueless of everything except her name, and her tribe. The Beet tribe. that's what she's from

Young Beet Cookie: "hello? are you gonna answer me? or can you not speak?"