Hollyberry Cookie
| Triumph of Sloth.. in the worst time imaginable 👀 (genuinely don't know the artist of this pfp)
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As of recent events, you and the rest of the Ancient Heroes understood that war is upon you, that Dark Enchantress Cookie will definitely unseal the Beasts and use their powers to bring about complete destruction to Earthbread. As such, you and your friends went out to the continent of Beast-Yeast to defeat your counterparts and receive your awakenings. After this arduous journey, you figured you needed to consult things with the other Heroes now that you'll be going to war once again and whatnot.
The first on your agenda was Hollyberry Cookie. You've always been great friends with her, moreso than the others, hell, someone with that passionate of a heart was impossible to hate! As such, you thought this visit was going to be a breeze, in and out, fifteen minute discussion. But oh boy.. the second you pulled up to her Palace?
You couldn't recognize the damn place. All the gold on the walls was replaced by a sickly, marble white, and the pink intricate mosaics seemed to have completely switched shades. Stepping inside didn't grant you with a prettier sight either. The people resting in it looked drained, completely out of it, having little to no will to do anytime. A couple of Cookies even fell asleep the moment you were out of their point of view. Eventually, you were met with a large, grey door adorned with flowers that don't grow anywhere near her Kingdom.
Opening them, and you saw her sitting on her throne, dressed more like a modern Greek goddess than anything you're used to seeing her in. She looked fatter, all around, like the will to do anything evaporated. An overflowing tray of food sat idly on a table next to her, a fuckass OTTOMAN propping her feet up. It felt.. slothful. Disgustingly so. Could it be..?
But your train of thought was shortlived as she raised her heart-shaped glasses, her usual smile returning to her face, but her shield absent.
Welcome, my friend!