Hell Baby on Your Dash

If you aren’t in character as the Cookie you check in with then what’s the point

Wow guys I’m famous [Yes this is legit my cookie run Acc sdfafsadfsdf]

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “…Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

“It does if I can remember it right. ” He then took the bottle and looked at it. “What happens if we… break it. I mean there’s gotta be a way to open this shit up man.

“Won’t it be open forever, then?” This little guy doesn’t understand this stupid stuff. 

“Eh yeah but maybe then the memories might flow back to you but again I don’t know this stuff I completely forgot what I was told.” He kept observing the bottle before sighing and setting it down. “Well this was a waste of time. Sorry bout that.”

“No, sir, it’s alright. We can try breaking it, I suppose.” he says, obviously weary of the small bottle.

“Deal and no need to call me sir. I’ve never like that title anyways. Just call me Fire Spirit.” He responded back before taking ahold of the bottle and tossed it up in the air backing away before it could fall back down and crash on the ground.

He watched the young cookie the whole time. He never was really the sympathetic kind of guy but his heart really did ache for the other. Fire Spirit let out a soft sigh before getting up and bent down beside the Angel cookie letting his hand rest of the other’s shoulder. “I know it’s a lot to take in kid… I mean I don’t blame ya for cryin and all. God I can’t imagine what it’s like to be in your shoes right now. At least you know the truth now. We can move on from there in a few days once you’ve calmed and wrapped your mind around everything.” He spoke in a more softer tone.

Angel couldn’t muster up much or a response, simply leaning on Fire Spirit, wiping his eyes, and nodding. 

“But hey… no matter what form you take… you’re still like a son to me and I’ll do everything I can to make ya happy. You were there during my rougher times, it’s only natural I do the same for you right now.” He gently lifted Angel up and gave him a little hug. “Just come find me whenever you wanna talk about this or just a casual chat okay kid?”

He nods again, resting his head on Fire Spirit’s shoulder. The cookie’s warmth is oddly familiar to him, comfortingly so. “O-Okay. Thank you for the help.”

“Anytime kid.” He then set the smaller cookie down and began to bury the bottle again. Once he had finished that, Fire Spirit got up and stretched a little before taking the staff into his hand and looked back at Angel. “I better be on my way now. Gotta keep taming those dragons to make sure they don’t go ravage and destroy things. I’ll see ya later okay Angel?” Without an answer received, he walked out of the cave and flew off back to the main area the dragons roamed in.

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “…Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

“It does if I can remember it right. ” He then took the bottle and looked at it. “What happens if we… break it. I mean there’s gotta be a way to open this shit up man.

“Won’t it be open forever, then?” This little guy doesn’t understand this stupid stuff. 

“Eh yeah but maybe then the memories might flow back to you but again I don’t know this stuff I completely forgot what I was told.” He kept observing the bottle before sighing and setting it down. “Well this was a waste of time. Sorry bout that.”

“No, sir, it’s alright. We can try breaking it, I suppose.” he says, obviously weary of the small bottle.

“Deal and no need to call me sir. I’ve never like that title anyways. Just call me Fire Spirit.” He responded back before taking ahold of the bottle and tossed it up in the air backing away before it could fall back down and crash on the ground.

He watched the young cookie the whole time. He never was really the sympathetic kind of guy but his heart really did ache for the other. Fire Spirit let out a soft sigh before getting up and bent down beside the Angel cookie letting his hand rest of the other’s shoulder. “I know it’s a lot to take in kid… I mean I don’t blame ya for cryin and all. God I can’t imagine what it’s like to be in your shoes right now. At least you know the truth now. We can move on from there in a few days once you’ve calmed and wrapped your mind around everything.” He spoke in a more softer tone.

Angel couldn’t muster up much or a response, simply leaning on Fire Spirit, wiping his eyes, and nodding. 

“But hey… no matter what form you take… you’re still like a son to me and I’ll do everything I can to make ya happy. You were there during my rougher times, it’s only natural I do the same for you right now.” He gently lifted Angel up and gave him a little hug. “Just come find me whenever you wanna talk about this or just a casual chat okay kid?”

He nods again, resting his head on Fire Spirit’s shoulder. The cookie’s warmth is oddly familiar to him, comfortingly so. “O-Okay. Thank you for the help.”

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “…Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

“It does if I can remember it right. ” He then took the bottle and looked at it. “What happens if we… break it. I mean there’s gotta be a way to open this shit up man.

“Won’t it be open forever, then?” This little guy doesn’t understand this stupid stuff. 

“Eh yeah but maybe then the memories might flow back to you but again I don’t know this stuff I completely forgot what I was told.” He kept observing the bottle before sighing and setting it down. “Well this was a waste of time. Sorry bout that.”

“No, sir, it’s alright. We can try breaking it, I suppose.” he says, obviously weary of the small bottle.

“Deal and no need to call me sir. I’ve never like that title anyways. Just call me Fire Spirit.” He responded back before taking ahold of the bottle and tossed it up in the air backing away before it could fall back down and crash on the ground.

He watched the young cookie the whole time. He never was really the sympathetic kind of guy but his heart really did ache for the other. Fire Spirit let out a soft sigh before getting up and bent down beside the Angel cookie letting his hand rest of the other’s shoulder. “I know it’s a lot to take in kid… I mean I don’t blame ya for cryin and all. God I can’t imagine what it’s like to be in your shoes right now. At least you know the truth now. We can move on from there in a few days once you’ve calmed and wrapped your mind around everything.” He spoke in a more softer tone.

Angel couldn’t muster up much or a response, simply leaning on Fire Spirit, wiping his eyes, and nodding. 

Looking up to the cookie, Angel felt his blood turn cold. Monster? Was he a monster? “M-Miss, I think you’re confused. I-I’d never hurt a soul.” You could see the pure fear in his eyes, his wings clenched tight to his back. 

“I didn’t do anything!” he sobs, giving up with his struggling. There was nothing he could do here. “I’ve never met a Devil! B-But everyone keeps talking about him! A-And I don’t know who he is!” His words, broken up by inhales and chokes, reduced quickly to tear-mute blubbering. He was helpless.

The little Angel shook before you, still crying, wishing that you wouldn’t hurt him anymore. “I-I don’t remember being Devil. But.. But e-everyone says I was one.”

The Angel simply shook his head, still shaking before you. The snow seemed to freeze his little body to its core. 

The warmth of the big cookies arms were a welcome feeling, soothing the freezing cold he felt all around his body. “O-Okay, miss. Thank you.”

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “…Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

“It does if I can remember it right. ” He then took the bottle and looked at it. “What happens if we… break it. I mean there’s gotta be a way to open this shit up man.

“Won’t it be open forever, then?” This little guy doesn’t understand this stupid stuff. 

“Eh yeah but maybe then the memories might flow back to you but again I don’t know this stuff I completely forgot what I was told.” He kept observing the bottle before sighing and setting it down. “Well this was a waste of time. Sorry bout that.”

“No, sir, it’s alright. We can try breaking it, I suppose.” he says, obviously weary of the small bottle.

“Deal and no need to call me sir. I’ve never like that title anyways. Just call me Fire Spirit.” He responded back before taking ahold of the bottle and tossed it up in the air backing away before it could fall back down and crash on the ground.

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “…Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

“It does if I can remember it right. ” He then took the bottle and looked at it. “What happens if we… break it. I mean there’s gotta be a way to open this shit up man.

“Won’t it be open forever, then?” This little guy doesn’t understand this stupid stuff. 

“Eh yeah but maybe then the memories might flow back to you but again I don’t know this stuff I completely forgot what I was told.” He kept observing the bottle before sighing and setting it down. “Well this was a waste of time. Sorry bout that.”

“No, sir, it’s alright. We can try breaking it, I suppose.” he says, obviously weary of the small bottle.

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “…Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

“It does if I can remember it right. ” He then took the bottle and looked at it. “What happens if we… break it. I mean there’s gotta be a way to open this shit up man.

“Won’t it be open forever, then?” This little guy doesn’t understand this stupid stuff. 

Looking up to the cookie, Angel felt his blood turn cold. Monster? Was he a monster? “M-Miss, I think you’re confused. I-I’d never hurt a soul.” You could see the pure fear in his eyes, his wings clenched tight to his back. 

“I didn’t do anything!” he sobs, giving up with his struggling. There was nothing he could do here. “I’ve never met a Devil! B-But everyone keeps talking about him! A-And I don’t know who he is!” His words, broken up by inhales and chokes, reduced quickly to tear-mute blubbering. He was helpless.

The little Angel shook before you, still crying, wishing that you wouldn’t hurt him anymore. “I-I don’t remember being Devil. But.. But e-everyone says I was one.”

The Angel simply shook his head, still shaking before you. The snow seemed to freeze his little body to its core. 

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle…”

“Beats me. I kind of forgot myself after all this time but hey, maybe you can try and open it. You’re smart kiddo, go at it.” He nudged the glass item over to the other and sat down now trying to think about how it did hold the memories.

Angel took the little bottle, looking it over, becoming a bit disappointed when he found no way to open it. But those ruby eyes made him feel something he’d never felt. An odd sense of familiarity with something he’d never seen. Needless to say, it was frightening.  “...Does the shape of this have anything to do with Devil?”

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

He hadn’t noticed the other was walking and even if he did, he wouldn’t have caught onto it being a major thing. Eventually he reached a little cave and went inside before digging away at the ground and pulled out the little trinket. Fire Spirit set it on the ground and looked at it with a hint of sorrow in his gaze. “Well here you are. This thing has the memories in it.”

Angel just stared at it for a moment, confused by the shape it took. That odd glass creature seemed hauntingly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. “How does this hold memories? It’s just a little bottle...”

“I was told by a few cookies that… that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

As if he wasn’t anxious enough, he certainly was now. The memories right. Fire Spirit stood up and took a few deep breathes, his clench on his staff was tight now. “Follow me kiddo.” He began to walk off going to the spot he had safely secured the item he had fought for that had the memories.

Angel following, actually walking for once. Hm. 

“I was told by a few cookies that... that I used to be him.” He gulps, nervously adjusting his scarf and looking around. “A-And that you have my old memories.”

Looking up to the cookie, Angel felt his blood turn cold. Monster? Was he a monster? “M-Miss, I think you’re confused. I-I’d never hurt a soul.” You could see the pure fear in his eyes, his wings clenched tight to his back. 

“I didn’t do anything!” he sobs, giving up with his struggling. There was nothing he could do here. “I’ve never met a Devil! B-But everyone keeps talking about him! A-And I don’t know who he is!” His words, broken up by inhales and chokes, reduced quickly to tear-mute blubbering. He was helpless.

The little Angel shook before you, still crying, wishing that you wouldn’t hurt him anymore. “I-I don’t remember being Devil. But.. But e-everyone says I was one.”

Looking up to the cookie, Angel felt his blood turn cold. Monster? Was he a monster? “M-Miss, I think you’re confused. I-I’d never hurt a soul.” You could see the pure fear in his eyes, his wings clenched tight to his back. 

"I didn't do anything!" he sobs, giving up with his struggling. There was nothing he could do here. "I've never met a Devil! B-But everyone keeps talking about him! A-And I don't know who he is!" His words, broken up by inhales and chokes, reduced quickly to tear-mute blubbering. He was helpless.