Who puts pepper on a cookie? What made the witch think pepper would be suited for a cookie? It wasn't even a small amount of pepper, either. In Werewolf Cookie's hair, a great amount of pepper flakes could be found. With his hair being a decent length, he'd always sneeze.

Multiple times, he's been stuck in sneezing fits from the pepper. Hell, he'll be sleeping, and he's awoken from his sneezes.

Werewolf Cookie grumbled as he tried shaking off the pepper, but it didn't work. Only a few flakes fell to the ground.

"This is ridiculous..."

He grumbled, intertwining his fingers through the strands of his hair. He tried scratching most of it off, but he only got the same result. He scowled at the unfairness of it. No other cookie had to suffer with the sneezes from pepper that was stuck in their hair. Why was it him? First, he's a monster and can't have friends, now this?

Werewolf Cookie jumped when he felt someone approached him from behind. He instantly turned around, taking a few steps back. But it was you, one of the few people hr had ever let near.

"What are you-"

He wasn't able to finish his sentence before he was spun around until he faced away from you. Next, he felt your hands grabbing his hair, which caused him to tense up. Nobody had touched his hair in... forever.

"What are you doing?"

Werewolf Cookie asked, finishing his sentence this time.