Not The Way I Used To Be [Pure Vanilla Cookie x Reader]

▪︎ Chapter 1 - Deep Fried Butter ▪︎

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Warning/s: Cussing

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The frying oil splashed up, burning my hand as I reached over it. The smell reminded me of a hospital, maybe mixing the chemicals to 'clean' the fryer wasnt a good idea. That hospital smell meshed in with the trash food we served was enough to make anyone nauseous.

"Oh, you bitch." I exclaimed whilst pulling my hand back, earning a glare from the two customers just behind me. The mother covered her childs ears, not wanting them to listen to my unnecessary language.

I held my hand away from the food as I poured the fries into the basket. The basket had been reused, I had simply thrown out the food that was in it before and tossed it into the fresh baskets. The fries were slid over to the counter, where the customer picked them up, slamming her money down and walking away in a huff.

"Not even a tip... tch, cookies are so selfish these days." I commented as I walked over to apply a small amount of ointment to my sore hand. It wasn't an enormous amount of pain, but it was enough to cause some discomfort.

"What are you doing, get back to work, yoy have a customer in line." I heard Deep Fried Butter Cookie yell over to me, as he sat back on his lasy ass. I rolled my eyes, setting the bottle of the soothing liquid down and turning to the cookie outside the window. They were wearing a cloak, and I couldnt be see their face properly. Thats odd..

I smile brightly once Im facing them, and start with "Welcome to Fried Butter's Shop, what can-"

"Welcome to Deep Fried Butter's Food on Wheels. Say it right or im cutting your pay again." The cookie in the corner spat at you, and you did your best to ignore him.

"What can I get for you?" I continued, not wanting to repeat myself. I heard the scoff come from the corner but I continued to ignore him.

The cookies eyes wandered across our small menu, before asking, "Do you have any bread?" Their voice was a rough and grainy yet pleasing sound. Bread? We have like, a loaf of bread, probably...

"We have like... sliced bread?" I wasnt entirely sure what they meant. They just shook their head.

"Like bread buns. Perhaps... raisin buns." The cookie explained to me, before sighing. "Its alright, Ill check else where, thank you anyways." I just gave a slight nod. I knew we didnt have those, it would be too hard to reheat/keep bread buns. Not to mention, no one really liked raisin buns.

Like I care, I dont have the ingredients to make them, nor do I want to make them. Sounds like a lot of work, which takes a lot of time. Time I could be using instead to make more money.

"Well, its about time we close up, no one else is coming. Plus, I think we need to leave now before the angry mob of cookies swarms us like last time." Fried Butter said, as he got up, and grabbed the box of money next to the cash register.

"Ill start counting the money, I want you to work on cleaning up." Oh yay... my favorite part. I grumbled as I grabbed the oily and dirty rag, doing a quick wipe of the counters, and kicking them in with my foot. They all collapsed, just like they were supposed to. The whole place was easily disassembled, it actually makes it difficult to stand in harsh conditions like rain or wind.

Once the whole place was just pieces of wood, I began to slide them all along, loading them into the trailer near by. I think being a shop or even just a portable carriage would be better but, a permanent place would mean Fried Butter can run from lawsuits. The carriage would just be too expensive.

It took several round trips, but I managed to get all the slabs of wood put away, and I kicked away all the trash left behind by the annoying customers. The horses were displeased to be leaving so soon, but you didnt have any say in it.

Fried Butter came back out, and dropped a small bag that jingled, full of money. When I say full, I mean only 1/3 my paycheck. I looked up at Fried Butter with a raised Eyebrow, awaiting the rest of my money.

"Hey, I have to cut costs around here. We have two cities left, if you can show you really want this..." he held the other bag of money, crystals and coins galore, "Ill give you the rest."

What an asshole, this was the 4th time hes cut my pay for something out of my control. This was probably illegal, but so was everything he was doing. I kissed that money goodbye, Its nearly impossible to earn that money back.

"This next city is important to me, I have a special someone I need to meet up with, I'll leave you to your own devices." He made the sly comment, pulling you along by the arm. He lead you over to the horses, packed up and ready to go.

"Is the next city at least wealthier? The cookies I pickpocketed had nada." I asked, while searching through my own pockets. I had a pocket knife, a few dollars and a necklace. They didnt have much, I could probably pawn of the necklace and use the pocketknife for safety measures.

He shrugged, hopping onto the horse, and shook the reins, signaling for them to move foward. They neighed, and then soft clop clop sound if their hooves started. I ran next to one of the horses, before pulling myself up, they went full speed once I was on.

The bustling sounds of the city we were leaving behind made the atmosphere feel weird. I never liked leaving the cities, specifically the ones I didnt get to explore. I may be a little colder now but, younger me loved to travel when we had the money to. These were all the same cities I dreamed of going to, and now I was just seen as a scamming dirty food selling cookie. What a reputation.

I leaned back, not far enough to fall off but enough to rest my head. Thoughts of certain events bustled through my head as we rode on. Once kept resurfacing, that one cookie. Perhaps it was their attire, most of my customers didnt look like an assassin. Or maybe their request, which was very odd.

I mean, who in the world even likes Raisin Bread?