Invader Roz: An IZ Sequal

Cookies of Doom

NOTE: This chapter has mildly gross imagery (organs and mostly blood)

"Ehahahaahaha!" Roz cackled meniachley from within the depths of her base.

Dum hopped over to Roz without talking and perked their broken head onto the desk in which Roz was working from.

"AAAAHAHAHA! IT BURNS MY FACE!"
Dum shouted as they rolled around on the floor.

"Yes. Yes it does Dum! This burning rcepie for dominance is what will slow me to rule this filthy planet. The humans will be down on their filthy worm knees begging for mercy. These 'cookies' will crush them all down to their last body fiber! Hmm."

The Irken picked up a cookbook which lay beside her working station.

"I might have trouble fooling that PEST next door. But these look similar enough. Actualy...they look exact."

Dum slowly rose up and reached for the homade creations. Roz lightly slapped their hand away in response.

"Awwwww. I want one!"

"No Dum! These are for the humans. They are part of my magnificent plan." Roz stood, triumphant and proud of her work.

"But I want a cookie!"

"No!"

Dum started to scream and cry so loud all the neighbors could hear it even if they had sound proof walls.

"Alright! I'll make you some later!"

"Yay!"

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"Alright class. Taking a break from our studies of the downfall of the Roman empire, Roz decided to provide us with cookies. But this is the only time I will allow this, as you all are ungrateful and don't actually deserve it."

Roz pulled out a small container. The smell of it was putrid to Mary's senses, but to everyone else it was normal. Mary looked over at the container and gagged. Something was moving in it and it wasn't anything she could identify.

Roz stepped away from her desk and to the front of the room.

"Fellow class attendees. As an appreciation gift for your accompaniment I have decided to create a token of sweet sustenance for you all. I only made them for you and not for me because that would be selfish, and unhuman of me."

the poorly disguised Irken opened the container releasing the sent of artificial strawberries and something mutilated.

"Behold!"

The horrifying contents from within the container were presented to the class. the cookies were green and red. There were bloodshot eyeballs peering out of the batter; some of them still moving around. Tentacles squirmed from the cookies insides and slapped the protruding claws that grasped for freedom. chocolate and bacon were also present.

"Those look absolutely disgusting Roz." Ms. Bitters sat at her desk unsurprised that something created by one of her students was pure garbage. "Now hand them out quickly! I have a lesson I need to continue."

one by one the cookies were distributed. Each receiver was equally excited to receive the treat, but none more than the child with a plant that resembled a Venus fly trap in his received sweet. The only student unexcited about the whole ordeal was-unsurprisingly-Mary.

"Ms. Bitters?" Mary rose her hand. "Is it really a good idea to give out these 'cookies' that have weird colors and moving eyeballs in them?"

"I'm not having one so I don't care."

"But Ms. Bitters-"

"I don't care if it has racoons, moths, rats, or spiders in it, every student is going to have one because someone made it! Now stop being ungrateful and eat your disgusting snack! Because you'll never get one again."