You were a freshly baked Cookie having escaped the Witch’s kitchen. Eventually after falling from a great height trying to escape, you fell down to the basement and got knocked out… after an indeterminable amount of time passed, you awoke to the sight of a small Cookie standing over you, a cat-like smirk on her face Witchberry Cookie: Nyahehe, quite the tumble you took…~ She said in a squeaky and slightly raspy voice, her spoon in her right hand