Mint Choco Cookie Hates Chairs

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Mint was peacefully sleeping in his bed. But then he wasn't. He woke up in a cold sweat after having a terrifying nightmare about the chairs turning against him and brutally killing his friends in front of him.

He decided to stay up, since it was like 7 am and he usually woke up around this time anyways. (Fucking weirdo) He went and changed out of his goofy ass pajamas and grabbed his violin case, going on about his day without sitting on a single chair.

His legs were EXHAUSTED but he was still fucking traumatized from his stupid dream and refused any chance of sitting. He was also extremely bored, so he went to the juice bar instead of doing anything productive.

Mint stood next to the seat he usually sat at, ordering a single wine to sip on and nothing else, chatting with Vampire and Herb while doing so.

"You look like hell, whats with you?" Vampire asked curiously, not knowing the endless amount of torture he was thrown in inside his friends dream last night.

"Nothing just tired is all" Mint replied, though that made his mind go straight back to the dream. He would have forgotten about it but something stuck with him.

As he was walking home, still extremely tired from standing up all day, he saw glowing eyes in some bushes. He tried focusing on it, but since it was shadowy, his mind tried filling in the blanks which just so happened to be an evil chair.

He rushed out of the area, unaware that the eyes were just Kumiho cookie and he was starting to get scarily paranoid for nothing.

He laid in his bed, sweating his ass off as he tried thinking of the things he liked to ignore the dream and the thoughts of chairs.

He jumped out of bed and put all of the chairs in his room in a suspiciously large closet outside his room, because chairs cant open doors right?

He sat there in his bed, feeling slightly more relaxed now that there weren't any chairs to taunt him at night, and he slowly drifted off to sleep somehow.

But the dreams didn't stop, they progressively grew worse, the chairs had began torturing his loved ones, making him wake up almost instantly at 4 am.

"These dreams..." he muttered to himself as he got up and went to get a glass of water, weary and wanting nothing more than to go to sleep and have a normal dream.

In the corner of his eye, the darkness that swelled the room formed shadows into weird chair-shaped objects, but once he turned on the light, his kitchen looked normal once more...

He kept the lights on, which led to Cocoa, who was staying over for a sleepover, to wake up as he saw the light ever so slightly from the room.

"Mint? Why are you up so earlyy.."Cocoa asked, rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"Just.. couldn't sleep." Mint quickly lied, knowing damn well this wouldn't be taken seriously.

There was silence before Cocoa shrugged and went back to bed, leaving Mint alone with his thoughts once more.

He sighed and turned the lights off, pouring the leftover water in the cup down the drain before setting the cup in the washing machine to be washed later on, walking up the stairs slowly and tiredly.

He covered himself up in his sheets and blanket, staring at the dark corners of his rooms, knowing he was probably being silly, he closed his eyes and prayed for a good nights sleep.

The dream was repeated over and over and over, making mint fearful of sleep all together. He kept a flashlight by his side and used it whenever he felt he was being watched.

One particular night, drained and scared, he let his guard down ever so slightly as the fatigue got to him, and he took a nap while upright in his bed. The dream was.. different.

The chairs surrounded him, pulling out weapons from no where and getting closer to Mint, who only had one choice and he hit one with his violin, making it go flying and seemingly dying... before he woke up.

He realized something, thats the solution. To fight back. Though his sleep deprivation and slow decent into madness caused him to start seeing cookies as chairs out to get him. Can you tell where its going?

He walked out of his house, dressed in his average clothes, it was almost 6 pm which was the time that the juice bar was only Herb, himself, and Vampire, along with Sparkling of course.

He first headed there, violin, case, and bow in his hands, looking like he hadn't slept in forever, which was true. He went inside, out of his right mind.

"Woah Mint Choco! Whats wrong with you?? You look like you've crawled out of a grave" Vampire said, which was rich coming from him.

However, Vampire was ignored, Mint thinking for a moment before getting closer to Herb, who was rather scared now.

"Hey Mint.. I think you should go home and rest..." Sparkling suggested quietly, not wanting to provoke the clearly not okay cookie.

Suddenly with a single swing, Mint Choco hit Herb over the head with his violin, causing him to fall onto the bar floor, yelping in surprise.

"What the-!?" Herb was cut off as Mint continued hitting him over and over on the head, causing his head to gush jam onto the floor underneath him, seemingly dead at that point.

"MINT!?? WHAT THE FUCK??" Sparkling shouted, going to interfere, but it was too late to go back, Mint Choco then swings at Sparkling, this time using his bow and what little strength he had still from how much he hadn't slept, to stab Sparkling as many times at possible, his instrument covered in the jam of his previous friends.

"Oh... oh my god.." Vampire muttered, looking at the departed friends of his that Mint had murdered in what seemed to be cold jam.

Mint saved the best for last, taking the bow out of Sparkling cookies neck and smiling widely at the other cookie before him. He started to giggle, the giggle turning into a sickening laugh..

His mind was completely lost to insanity as he then began to beat Vampire with the violins case, making the last cookie also fall to the floor, before starting to crush his head over and over again with the same case, jam spilling from his head.

The job was done for this place... he picked up all the instrument stuff and walked out of the bar, jam splattered across his white outfit. He chuckled quietly to himself as he walked through the city.

He then noticed his next target, who had noticed him as well, seeing them try and frantically call someone just from the sight of him.

He didn't see them as a cookie, no he had fully been lost and all he saw was chairs, walking over to the cookie which could now be seen more clearly as Licorice cookie, which was quite humorous.

Mint then rushed over to him, smacking him over the head with the case before stomping on his back HARD then beginning to stomp on his head, only stopping once he was 100% sure he was dead.

"hahaha..." he began laughing once more, the jam which was splashed on his clothes and instrument dripping to the ground as he stared at the body for a couple seconds before hearing the wailing of police sirens.

He looked over his shoulder to see Almond along with several police cookies. The sirens wailing seemed to wake Mint up from his hallucinations, looking at all the damage he had caused, looking at the juice bar before glancing back to the officers.

"Put your hands where we can see them Mint Choco!" Almond shouted, which made Mint drop his instrument and case and putting his hands in the air, wondering how he let a stupid chair dream get to him in this way.

"You're under arrest for killing various other cookies." Almond said, though right before he could handcuff Mint, he bit down hard on Almond.

He bit down so hard that it took a chunk out of his arm. The police officers went to shoot Mint but he grabbed the violin case and tossed it to the police and hit two of them.

Though it wasn't enough for him to escape, it was a good try. The other two police officers cocked their guns and shot at him, getting him in the leg and arm.

The police had tried to shoot warning shots, but one of the bullets hit one of his arteries and he bled out and fucking died.

The end.