"We are cookies, you are wi- humans. You have come here to read about our lives. I highly suggest getting more knowledge on Cookie Run Kingdom before reading this anthology. No explicit detail about appearances or lore will be mentioned. There is no intended plot in this story as it is a slice of life. You have been warned"
Was that good enough? I almost said witch! it's so hard adjusting to all these new terms! Oh well, so be it.
Wind archer cookie stepped out of the building, breathing a sigh of relief that he had finally said the line well enough for it to be passed. A cool breeze wafted through the air, it was jaw dropping how much his life had changed since the arrival of the odd human. His dough ached with stress, time to go home and jump into bed, he thought. Wind archer cookie sauntered through the streets of the town, they were quite lively with many cookies walking about. They were probably talking about what to eat for lunch or how they were from their job, how simple. Finally he arrived at the forest. His body instinctively weaved through the trees, landing him right in front of a cabin... his home. He pushed open the door to be greeted by the small, cozy living room. He couldn't even make it to his bed, so he settled for the couch. Wind archer cookie plopped onto it, tiredness making his dough feel heavy. His eye lids started closing, his last thought was what he was going to do when he woke.
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Wind archer cookie pushed himself up from the couch, stretching his arms and yawning. the only thing he could see out the window was darkness, looks like it's still night. he rubbed the sleep from his eyecings and forced himself to hobble over to the kitchen and splash cold water on his face. he instantly woke up, cold water dripping down his cheek and soaking the hair over his forehead. Hunger struck his stomach, now he had to eat something. he grabbed an apple from the counter and bit into it, it was crunchy and sweet, but he didn't pay any mind to it's flavor as he was already busy checking what time it was. The clock ticking above the bathroom door said it was 2:36 AM great, just great. he woke up early again, he really needs to fix his sleep schedule. Oh well, that's a problem for another day, or more like night. No harm in patrolling the area, and with that he rushed out the door and into the forest never to be seen again. Just joking, he came back a few hours later at 6 something AM with a flower in hand. After placing it on the coffee table in front of the cough he went to his room and fell asleep again.
