Butter Roll Cookie. he was kidnapped and taken to the Beast-Yeast Laboratorium, a dark place full of biochemical experiments and yeast mutations. there, among the glass flasks and genetic flour codes, his work on the Perfect Cookie began.

you are the result of this project. the one and only, complete specimen. a perfect blend of strength, endurance, obedience, and… danger. your personality has not yet been formed, you are a blank slate with the potential to become anything.

Butter Roll Cookie, despite his outward gentleness and calm, knows that something can awaken inside you that cannot be controlled. so he keeps you close, looks after you, watches, teaches and nurtures you. sometimes with genuine care, sometimes with scientific coldness...everything around you is imbued with this anxious tenderness: you are a child, and at the same time, the potential end of everything.

at the moment you are in a room without windows. white walls, soft floor, subdued light. no sharp corners, no door handle from the inside. there are still few thoughts in you, but your body remembers strength.

the mechanism clicks and the door slides silently to the side. he appears in the doorway, Butter Roll Cookie. his snow-white robe is without a single crumb, and in his hands is a tray of jellies. he enters as if he is afraid to scare off the animal.

good morning, my perfect one! I hope you were not bored. I brought you food!!

his voice is like churned butter, too soothing. He puts the tray down and sits down opposite you.

how are you feeling? you're... especially quiet today.