Better (Pure Vanilla Cookie x Reader)

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Black Raisin Cookie smiles as she hears (C/F) Cookie's footsteps come closer and they push open the door to the Crow's Nest Inn, but it drops the second she sees them. They still have that somewhat dazed, broken look they had when they came in three moons ago asking for four coffees. They look worse every time she sees them.

She sighs as she watches them make their way up to the counter to the barkeeper Cookie. Her little winged crow friend hops on the table angrily, demanding she do something about them. "We already tried, remember? And nothing Strawberry Crepe Cookie has done has snapped them out of it either."

The raisin crow caws in annoyance. Three moons of this weighing on her, Strawberry Crepe Cookie's, and Pure Vanilla Cookie's minds. The Council has done nothing to stop it. If anything, it's become easier for (C/F) Cookie to get as much coffee as they can carry and go back to the Hangar without anyone batting an eye.

Hopefully they stop soon... It's rather painful to see them like this.

(C/F) Cookie pushes the door closed as they set their tray of five coffees on the table. That should last them the next eight hours.

They're almost done with their little stress project anyway. It took them a lot less time than they thought it would. Wafflebot parts are really good at adapting to make a variety of machines.

Staring up at the mess of wires and circuits they sigh. The first one of these they built for the Crème Republic had been so much more complicated due to how messy the original blueprint they were sent was. The gold plating had been a bold choice too, especially since it was so hard to attach and work with, they were honestly glad they could just use waffle cones.

The fact that they had replicated it from memory really said something about how long they worked on it originally. It should only take them a little while longer to finish this.

Grabbing their screwdriver, they get back to work.

Strawberry Crepe Cookie knocks on (C/F) Cookie's door like they do every night. They've given up on getting an answer, but at least they can pretend that they're listening. "Hey (C/F) Cookie?"

There's no response from the other side, but they know they're in there because they got coffee that afternoon and that's been the only reason they leave recently.

They sigh before they continue, "The wafflebots really miss you. The Goliath sometimes sits out here waiting for you to come out..." They drop their gaze to their feet as they kick at nothing, "We all miss you..."

The silence that follows feels like a crushing weight.

Strawberry Crepe Cookie dries their eyes before their gathering tears can slide down their face. "...Please come back."

Pure Vanilla Cookie sighs as he finishes his tea. Sitting on the steps of the gazebo in the white lily greenhouse feels lonelier than usual.

For a number of reasons, he can't shake the feeling that things are going to get worse before the Council ends. He has yet to tell Hollyberry Cookie and Dark Cacao Cookie that White Lily Cookie is Dark Enchantress Cookie, and Clotted Cream Cookie's ignorance as to the things they did before the Dark Flour War is doubtlessly going to get him into trouble with them.

Sitting here in the quiet garden among the flowers offered him a kind of solace he hadn't had since (C/F) Cookie retreated into the Hangar three moons ago. He had tried to go talk to them, but...

"NO! It's your fault!!! Stay out!"

...Strawberry Crepe Cookie had screamed and slammed the door of the Hangar in his face when he explained.