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The cloches were lifted, revealing a dissected cookie, their head at the top. Jam was spread artfully on the plates, along with small bites accompanying them. Jelly frogs, blueberry spiders, lots of different things. Whoever had prepared it had taken the liberty of removing small bones. It was still fresh. “Eat up, my child,” a voice said.
That’s when the instincts, held back for over a decade, kicked in full force. They dove for the meat, sinking hands into dough and ripping out the jelly organs, stuffing them viciously into her face, mouth stretching unnaturally. The mandibles on the side of her face helped pull the food in, though some still fell out of the shattered dough on the side of their face. It was quickly shoved back in, so it didn’t matter. Jam dripped from her jaws onto the table, painting a sickening scene. And yet, they couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop.
As they ate, the full glamor dropped. Hands stretched into claws, clawed paws burst out of the converse, she grew in size till they were about six feet five inches. Another set of eyecings tucked under hers opened, pupils sharpening into slits. Canines sharpened and elongated, large tail thumping vigorously against the ground. The crime tape bandages scattered across their body stretched, some ripping from the sudden growth.
A hand reached out, making her growl and instinctively cover her food, but it just wiped away a small bit of viscera on their cheek. “Oh you poor thing, having to lock away part of yourself for so long. I understand that feeling. Here, you can be your true self, my dear.” Cracking into a sugar bone and lapping at the marrow inside, the child devoured every inch of the cookie. Once they finished, she seemed to snap out of the haze she was in.
Instead of freaking out about being near their greatest enemy, instead the child bent over, retching and sobbing. The sound of bile and flesh and vomit hitting the floor made a gross sound, and yet they couldn’t make it stop. A comforting hand rested on her back, rubbing it gently. “It’s okay, my child. Purge your system. I’m guessing it has been a long time since you have truly given into your instincts and now your body is panicking. Do not worry about any mess, I shall take care of it.”
Strawberry lifted her head, tears and snot streaming down her face. Dark Enchantress used her cape to wipe away the mess, lifting her like a child. They clung to it, sobbing violently into her shoulder. She began to move, carrying them as if they weighed nothing more than a couple of grapes instead of a giant half gummy lizard kaiju like teen. As it exited the dining hall, she snapped her fingers at a few cake servants, who swarmed into the room to clean it and ready it for the next time it would be used.
Climbing up a few flights of stairs, Dark Enchantress reached the bedroom she had prepared specifically for her new child. Using copies from their cottage, it had managed to recreate their game room, hideout, life potion lab and regular lab one for one. The bedroom was a lot harder, so she just set it up like any other normal room plus some personal things copied from the real room. Opening the door, Dark Enchantress nodded to itself, seeing the starry wallpaper and window. Strawberry’s real bedroom had antigravity and the entire room looked like the night sky, making it seem endless. It also had floating cotton candy clouds instead of a bed. However, that was hard, so it had the servants just put space wallpaper and add some hammocks to simulate the feeling. The antigravity though was nearly impossible since only Golden Cheese currently possessed the ability of anti gravity. But, Dark Enchantress hoped Strawberry would like it.
Pushing back the soft comforter on the plus marshmallow bed, she tucked her in, placing their cotton candy lamb plushie, the real one, by them. Snapping her fingers, the cookie teleported clothes onto the child. A strawberry bunny tee, loose white pants (jubilant hollyhock), and finally strawberry striped socks. A bear jelly toy, a dreamland travel pillow, and a pitaya dragon toy also appeared beside them. Placing a sweet jellybean waterbottle on the bedside table for when she awoke to hydrate after puking. Hearing the soft snuffles of Strawberry, Dark Enchantress smiled. Being connected to that ₣łⱠ₮ⱧɎ ₩Ɇ₳₭Ⱡł₦₲ (filthy weakling) meant it also felt at least some level of the same emotions as her. And she cared about this tiny little cookie, which meant so did she. And it was known that Soul Jam owners were drawn to others. Freedom Unbound drawn to True Solidarity. Looking closer at the sleeping Strawberry, it noticed that the under eyes, when closed, looked like the small likes surrounding Solidarity/Silence. And the birth mark upon their forehead was of Freedom and Silence, not fully connected, with a little space in between both; from a distance they might look connected.
Heaving a small sigh, Dark Enchantress turned and walked out the door, taking one look back at Strawberry before shutting the door and walking down the stairs. Leaving the tower, it walked to their room. It was at the end of a hallway where the others’ rooms were, set in the exact placement of their placement at the table. Dark Choco’s room had been moved to the end, near Strawberry Crepe’s. They had both left the Cookies of Darkness, and yet she hadn’t destroyed their rooms, letting Pawn Black and Pawn White stay in his. She would have to see if she could connect the tower’s stairs to the room beside hers. It was empty, no one yet worthy enough to be at her side besides Pomegranate Cookie, who had taken the room across the hall. Opening the door, Dark Enchantress changed into its pajamas before tucking itself into the bed, pulling up the red bedspread. Waving a hand, the braziers providing light extinguished, engulfing her in darkness. Closing her eyes, the horned woman drifted off to sleep.