|.~*Crumbs*~.| Yandere CookieRun x Reader

[! Yandere !] : [Spider] Mystic Flour cookie X Reader

[Guess who]

[Yup, I have awakened and left my crypt after about three months of inactivity]

[Purely because I'm noticing the distinct lack of beast cookies X reader content]

[Especially in the Yandere department]

[Like come on guys. Step it up, I know only two have actual characterization but sense when has that stoped people from just crack theory crafting]

[Not even Mystic Flour has many X reader stories]

[So as per usual I have to take one for the team and pull a 'fine, I'll do it myself']

[I'll try and do one unique story for each of the beasts]

[That is if I don't fall into another two month hiatus, whoops]

[At least I come back, lmao]

[Sorry y'all, I've got a lot I'm working on. But I made this chapter slightly more...well you'll see]

[No nsfw or anything lol]

[Just as a sorry for lack of content]

[Totally not bc I wanna be in the same situation dark cacao was in the trailer 😳😳😳]

[Also as the title eludes to, Mystic Flour takes a more, spider like appearance (four sets of hands, four eyes, spinning silk) bc why not.]

[Sorry if this is out of character lol]

[No authors meme this time]

[Reader uses They / Them]

[! TW: Suggestive themes / Biting / Injections !]

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How long had the fog truly been here?
Days? Weeks? Months?

It was hard to keep track of time in this suffocating bubble, especially when the thick fog squandered any hope of seeing the sky.
It was hard at first, to be unable to see a foot in front of you.
Or maybe the ever present stench of flour that truly derailed your day to day life.

Nobody could figure out where this fog had come from or why it never seemed to leave.

You grabbed a bucket of water from the well, coughing as the smell of humid flour choked your throat.

"Ugh.." You grumbled, carefully crab walking back to your house.

You couldn't be too careful with this water, as spilling it meant another trip outside and now with this nigh impenetrable fog, the outside was dangerous.

'Y/N...Come here...'

There it was again, those awful voices from the fog. They seemed so genuine, so real as though an actual cookie was trying to get to you but even so, wandering blindly into the fog was no doubt a death sentence.

'Please! Please! Help me! My legs are crumbled! Help!'

"Guh, shut up!" You hissed into the open air, not exactly expecting any sort of response.