The beach. A popular place where cookies mainly visit during the summer, or really whenever they have time off for vacation. And its popular for a reason. It was near water, so there was always a light breeze, the sun barely went away unless it was nearing night. This was no different now. It WAS a great place to relax.

You sat on your towel in the sand, watching as the other cookies build low effort sand castles, practically drown in the vast ocean, play volley ball, collect shells, and whatever other beach-ly cookies do. As stated before, you were relaxing on the sand, laying on top the towel you placed first thing. You did have your bathing suit on, because you were planning to swim, but for now, you were getting a nice, toasty tan!

...

Yeah never mind this is boring. You sigh to yourself, standing up from your spot,brushing off any sand that managed to reach you on your towel. You look around, making sure you wouldn't trample over any kid cookies that may be running around the area.

The sand felt hot on your bare feet, but it wasn't scorching, like other cookies made it out to be. You make your way to the ocean, feeling the wet sand at the edge sink underneath you. It was much cooler compared to the previous moment.

A small wave soaks your ankles, the cold ocean catching you off guard subtly. You shiver a bit, though slowly step into the sea. Now, you couldn't stay in there any longer than about 20 minutes, or you'll get all soggy and begin to crumble away, so you might as well enjoy it as it lasts!

Slowly sinking yourself into the cold liquid, you let out a sigh. Compared to baking in the sun, this was refreshing, and quite frankly, way more fun. Though you didn't really have anyone you knew to hang out with, so you just swam alone.

Or at least you thought..

As you were swimming further out, you feel something grasp your leg and pull you down a bit. You gasp, which makes you intake some soda (AKA earthbread water). Once, whatever it was, lets go of your leg, you get yourself back above the water and hack up the fizzy ocean soda.

So as any normal cookie, the experience leaves you quite shook. You paddle back to the surface, sitting down with your legs still in the water. Your body trembled slightly, mainly because of the ocean breeze hitting your cold body like you just got a bucket of ice dunked on you, but also from mild fear.

Something seemed to have follow you, a trail underwater. Though it was a little hard to see. Your eyes widen. Was it a gummy-shark? Maybe a mantaray? Or a large spaghetti squid???? Is this how you die? Being drowned by some strange sea creatu-

No, it just a...

..Cookie..? From how they're built, you could assume they're a cookie, but their whole head, or helmet, whatever the hell the divers wear, was filled with the fizzy soda from the ocean. They stand next to you, frantically flailing their arms around, the only sound coming from them being silly and frankly adorable bubbly noises

Wait, was this the thing that grabbed your leg? Whoever they are, they seemed pretty...apologetic? It was kinda hard to understand what they were trying to say. They didn't have much of a face, so you couldn't read their expression.