[Roguefort Cookie X Almond Cookie] Shorts And Oneshots

you need me and I need you

“Damnit!” Roguefort Cookie heard the detective shout from behind them. Almond Cookie had gotten quite close to catching them, this time. Though, Roguefort supposed, it always had been a suspenseful chase. The detective was the closest person who ever came to catching them- even if he hasn’t quite yet.

Roguefort jumped over the fence, Almond trailing behind them. They spun through alleyways, eventually climbing up to the rooftops, where they knew Almond would not be able to catch up with them.

About 30 more minutes of running in the cover of the night sky, they made it back to the Blue Cheese manor. Locking the door behind them, they changed out of their disguise into something more comfortable. Roguefort looked at the tv, now illuminating the dark room. They read the headline; ‘ Phantom Bleu strikes again! Eclair Cookie’s museum?!’

Apparently news had traveled fast. Roguefort knew damn well this Eclair guy didn’t need half of these ‘relics,’ they would be much better in the hands of a cookie who did. Roguefort would give the treasure to someone else discreetly, who would then find some way to give it to someone in need. They weren’t sure how they did it, but that didn’t matter much. As long as cookies who really needed the magic stored, they were fine with it.

Roguefort was about to fall asleep when a sudden, loud knocking interrupted. “Hm,” Roguefort whispered to themself, “...Who could that be?” Standing up, they walked towards the window, peeking through. And- “ Almond Cookie?” They asked, surprised. Roguefort considered not answering, it was rather late, but… would it be suspicious if they didn’t?

They walked to the door, opening it. They almost called Almond by his name, but then remembered- Phantom Bleu knew Detective Almond, not Roguefort. “Hello.” Almond Cookie started, tone serious, “Detective Almond Cookie,” He showed his badge, “Sorry to wake you, but we need you to come to the station immediately.” 

“ What?” Roguefort asked, pretending to be woken up,  “Why? If I may ask,” They said. If this was about Phantom Bleu, which was the only thing it really could be- they could be in trouble.

“I’ll tell you more when you get to the station. Now come with me.” The detective said, grabbing Roguefort’s wrists and putting them in handcuffs, shoving them in the back of the police car. Roguefort knew better than to speak up, so they stayed silent the entire ride.

Almond opened the door, and- they weren’t at the police station. Instead, the detective had driven him to an apartment complex of some sort, they believed. “Why… are we here, Detective?” Roguefort asked.

Instead of getting an answer, Almond lead them to his apartment, they guessed, unlocking the door and leading them inside. Almond got rid of the handcuffs, sitting down on the sofa, patting the seat next to him, telling Roguefort to sit down. When they did, Almond turned to face them.

“We… aren’t at the station.” Roguefort commented.

Almond nodded, “I thought that was obvious.” He replied, “Listen, Roguefort Cookie. I know what you’re hiding.” Roguefort looked at the detective. Shit.

“What do you mean?” They asked, trying to play innocent.

It, obviously, didn’t work. “Don’t play stupid with me, Roguefort-!” He yelled, then quieted his voice. “You… are Phantom Bleu.” He concluded. Fuck, how did he figure it out?

“What?” Roguefort asked, “Phantom Bleu?” They echoed. “Now, I live in a mansion, you saw that- I have no reason to steal!” They said frantically. Did that sound suspicious?

Almond looked at the other cookie. Perhaps... but, something was wrong. The Blue Cheese Mansion has been supposedly abandoned since a long while back- and Phantom Bleu appeared not long after. Everything points to Roguefort Cookie being Phantom Bleu. But, the cookie in question raised a good point. Why would they steal if they had the mansion? Almond would've almost believed it, if the other hadn't looked so nervous. Now, of course, being pinned on being a wide known thief with a high bounty over their head was nerve-racking. But Almond was a detective- he knew how to tell the signs.

...Roguefort Cookie was arrested on the charge of being Phantom Bleu the next day.

Almond sighed. The station hadn't been very busy lately, not since they closed up the Phantom Bleu case a month back. Looking at the setting sun, he left the office, heading home. His daughter, Walnut Cookie was waiting outside of their apartment door. Why? "Dad!" Walnut Cookie ran up to Almond, hugging him. "It's Phantom Bleu!" She exclaimed, pointing towards the door.

Now inside, Almond could see what Walnut was talking about, a breaking news headline reading 'Phantom Bleu escapes! What are the police doing?' Almond nearly gasped in surprise, eyes widening. "The hell?" He asks, to nobody in particular.

It was too late to call a babysitter now... shit. No way he was leaving Walnut alone, either. Almond considered going on patrol with Walnut, but... no. It was far too dangerous. He'd have to stay in for the night. He just hoped Roguefort wouldn't get too far.

Walnut fell asleep an hour later- it was about 9:00 pm, now. Almond was about to head to bed, himself, when-

" Detective. " Almond snapped his head back, looking at the window near where he was sitting mere minutes ago. Phantom Bleu. Or.. Roguefort?

"What are you doing here-?! You should be in prison-!" Almond ran towards Roguefort, pinning them down on the ground.

Roguefort grunted, "Well," They coughed, barely able to breath with Almond's knee in their back, trapping them on the cold floor. "Those guards weren't very good- and I got bored!" They ended, an odd, cheerful tone to their voice.

"Got... bored? " Almond echoed.

"Yessir! It's not very entertaining there, without the thrill of being chased by a certain detective." They added, looking up as much as they could. The detective's red face gave him away quite easily. Roguefort snickered. 

Almond paused, "And what's stopping me from putting you right back in jail?" He asked.

Roguefort smiled, and with a knowing tone to their voice, "Admit it. Things have been rather bland without me, haven't they, Almond?"

Phantom Bleu was not re-arrested that day. Some wonder if they ever will be.