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You and the Salt of Solidarity were the complete opposite, yet you were very close friends. You trusted him, you really did. As you slowly corrupted, you believed that the Salt of Solidarity would stay by your side, like he always did.

Wrong.

Hurt and betrayal took over him as he watched all his best friends corrupt, one by one. He had two choices : Let himself give in to the corruption or sacrifice himself for the good of cookiekind.

He was a hero, but to you, who knew, he was just a traitor.

All these years trapped inside the Silver Tree, you plotted a revenge. He deserved to be hurt just as much as he hurt you when the divine fork pierced your corrupted dough, taking away your freedom for centuries.

The beasts were released.

You watched as they all failed to take the other half of their soul jams. You watched as Silent Salt Cookie knelt before the Freedom, getting the redemption YOU deserved (well, that's what you thought).

Anger filled your entire being.

As silent as Silent Salt Cookie himself, you approached him with a knife. He was sleeping with his armor, cuddling a horse plushie... how ridiculous...

In a swift move, he was stabbed. As an immortal cookie, he couldn't die, but the crazed look in the eyes of a once cherished friend can hurt anyone more than the sharpest of knives.

"You..."

He sat up, staring at you through his helmet.

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