Red Vs Blue [Requests, Some Sort of Story Line]

Stop Fucking Eating My Cookie

Today was like any other day. I had to draw for five hours, go home, eat, and pass out on the couch. Then the cycle repeats itself no matter what for the rest of my life.

It was unusual to receive a cookie which was sitting on my desk. I assumed one of my Co-workers had put it there and ate the cookie. It was chocolate chip, my favorite.

The next day, the same happened. A cookie sat there on my desk. It had been been made recently since it was still warm and the chocolate was sorta melting onto my desk.

I gratefully ate it. Though, I craved the taste of dark chocolate later.

*Time skip*

I came to work, expecting a cookie on my desk. I was slightly surprised to see a cup of hot cocoa on my desk with a note under it.

I read it to myself, quietly.

'Dear Maine.
I must inform you that over the past few months, you've been eating every cookie that appeared on your desk. It is very flattering, but I must tell you to stop eating my fucking cookies god damn it! ~ From Unknown'