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[CookieRun:Ovenbreak] Yandere! Pastel Meringue Cookie x Reader

Requested by: scorpioncookie

I will literally never believe that 'meringue' is pronounced 'mr-ang'. Never. You cannot convince me. Yes, I looked it up while writing this because I realized I was definitely reading it wrong.  

The dust in the air and loud sirens blaring quickly draws a crowd around the collapsed, decrepit building. Whispers pass as Cookies wonder what could have caused the accident.

(C/F) Cookie stands in mute shock, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. They had thought he was bluffing, but here was the undeniable truth that he wasn't. They press a hand over their mouth, too stunned to even scream.

A very firm hand grabs them and pulls them through the crowd. "Come, (C/F) Cookie. It's time to go."

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It all began about half a year prior. (C/F) Cookie had been wandering the city on a job search when what appeared to be a golden opportunity laid itself before their eyes.

"You there! You possess a natural elegance I simply cannot ignore." A Cookie they had recognized as Pastel Meringue Cookie, owner of Romantic Sugar, from the recent fashion week contest. "Please come and visit Romantic Sugar when you have the time."

"Um... Thank you?" Unsure of how to reply, they awkwardly smiled and took a step away from him, only for him to catch up to them anyway.

"Just being in the presence of your effortless grace is filling me with inspiration." He quickly circled them before asking, "Do you perhaps have a moment now to join me for tea?"

Stunned by his forwardness, (C/F) Cookie couldn't even react before he was pulling them into the store.

His feet made hardly so much as a sound as he dragged them along at a surprising speed. "I have far too much inspiration to wait. Please come have tea with me."

Pastel Meringue Cookie and the owner of Crown Punky had purchased this location to use as a store after their rapid growth following the contest. It was new enough that the grand opening banners were still up above the door and the line between the pink and black sides of the tile floor harshly separated the two designers' work—with only a small stand in the center of the store for their collaborative designs.

Pastel Meringue Cookie dragged them through the pink side of the store and into a backroom before seating them at a small pink table covered in a tablecloth as pink and lacey as everything else and topped with an elegant little tea set. As if it was perfectly natural to pull some random Cookie off the street into your store to have tea with you, he set a teacup in front of them. "You're welcome to help yourself to anything you'd like. I wish to start on several of my ideas, but do tell me if you want anything else."

"Uh... Pastel Meringue Cookie...???" Still unable to make sense of anything going on, (C/F) Cookie started to speak, but couldn't find the words to explain their confusion.

"Yes? What is it?" He paused, still holding the teapot. "Oh, excuse my poor manners," he placed it on the table without so much as a sound, "I believe I've forgotten to ask your name."

"(C/F) Cookie." They managed that at least.

"What a lovely name. Perfectly suited to someone as lovely as yourself." Courteously smiling, he resumed the conversation, "How may I assist?"

Forcing themself to at least say something, (C/F) Cookie asked, "Why exactly have you dragged me into your shop?"

"If you have any prior commitments I am happy to visit with you another time, but I request you stay if not." His expression straightened to something more neutral.