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△ “Ah, a locker full of love letters. It’s to be an expected when you’re an expert at theater like moi.”
Shadow Milk noticed you walking by to your locker.
△ “Well well, if it isn’t the academy weirdo, Y/N Cookie! I can just tell your locker will be as empty as a barren desert.”
△ “Hm? Oh hey, Shadow Milk Cookie. Got a locker full again?”
△ “It’s just too easy sometimes. You put on a good act, flash a good smile, and end the play with a grand finale to reap all the hearts in the audience! What about you, hm?”
△ “Oh! Nah, I ain’t really looking for anything like that. I just prefer to focus on my studies, y’know?”
△ “Hahaha! Is that what they call it nowadays? Studying?”
△ “Just open your locker! I wanna see the absolutely pathetic amount of letters you-“
You opened your locker to see a nice stack of letters that inside.
△ “Nope, you’re right. You won. I only have this stack while your locker is full of them.”
△ “Of course I did! I wouldn’t expect you to beat me any day!”
Shadow Milk Cookie sifts through the letters. While a portion of them was from different academy goers, a bunch of them were also from one Cookie in particular…
△ “Ugh! Candy Apple Cookie! What did I tell you about cramming so many letters in my locker?! They’re mixing with the ones from other Cookies!”
Candy Apple Cookie immediately zipped right up to Shadow Milk Cookie out of nowhere.
△ “I’m sorry, theater master Shadow Milk Cookie! I just couldn’t any of those Cookies write better in their letters compared to mine, so I wrote everything I thought about you in all those letters! I nearly ran out of paper!”
△ “Are you kidding me?! Right in front of Y/N Cookie?!”
△ “If it’s to write her feelings down, it’s alright express it how she wants. Sometimes, new ideas just come to you that you want to include too. Next thing you know, you have a novel on your hands.”
△ “See, you get it! Not bad for a writing club nerd!”
△ “Whose side are you on?! Whatever, I doubt you have a Cookie who is this unconditionally loyal to moi~!”
△ “I’m alright with just one from Wraithshade Cookie. I know she cares enough to give me a letter every time.”
△ “W-well, I have more then you still! Ha!”
△ “What?! No! BE ENVIOUS OF ME, DAMN YOU!”
The academy bell rings as the hallways get crowded. You close your locker and shift your bag on your shoulder.
△ “Welp, I’ll see you two around! Congrats on the letters again!”
△ “Hey! Get back here! I-I think your writing is stupid! Can’t even write a decent script!”
△ “You’re entitled to that opinion!”
You simply turn back a bit, wave him bye, before leaving again.
Shadow Milk fell to their knees, hands on the floor. Candy Apple came to his side and comforted her with pats on the shoulder.
△ “I’m….I’m b-better than you….”
The camera shifts to behind Shadow Milk, a letter with your initials was seen in their back pocket…
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