My box smelled like wax and boogers. Eventually i was brought to a cookie shop, and set down at the front window. Soon a buff guy on motorcycle walked into the store with a little boy. A man opened my box, and light streamed into my eyes.
"Ok son, you can pick any cookie you want!" the big man said
"Daddy, daddy!!! I want the sugar ones" the little boy squeaked
"BE A MAN! You will eat the chocolate chip ones!" the dads face darkened
"But DADDY!"
"I WILL BREAK YO FINGERS SON!"
"THATS AGAINST THE LAWWW!!
"SHUTUP, OR YOU AINT GONNA GET NO COOKIES!!!!
The little boy silently made plans in his head to cram the cookie down his fathers throat.
"Okay daddy!" the kid reached into my box, and grabbed one of my brothers! My brother cried for help.
"Help! Help me Henry! Im gonna be digested!" and with that the little boy bit into his brothers head, and his cry for help could be heard no longer.
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The tragic life of a misshapen cookie
ParanormaleHenry's life takes a plunge when the baker dosen't roll him properly. He is looked at in disgust because of his misshapen body. It is up to him to get his revenge on the baker! How far will Henry go to be a normal cookie? This story is made by Willo...
