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The sun. Sky. Grass. Trees. Nothing has changed, everything is the same. As if nothing had happened, nothing happened. But something must have happened to this world in several thousand years of sleep, right? The on-board computer could not deceive. Same way?.. The sun still burns my eyes, it is still bright, just as warm. The sky is still blue, can you sleep? It seems that all that you feel now is childish joy that the on-board computer was mistaken and now everything is fine, your friends are now having fun, your parents are now alive and well, and your beloved cat is now sleeping somewhere. As if nothing had happened. This pleasant sensation in the chest, this inexplicable lump of something warm, so warms the soul. Joy because the sky is blue because the wind rushes past you, joy because you are not the only person on earth. After all, there is definitely someone right now who, like you, enjoy everything. This is hope, isn't it? Even after many years have passed, you believe that you are not alone in this cursed, but such a familiar world. Wow, you smile! Having touched your lips with your fingers, you could not even think that at last someday you will feel heavenly again, that your soul is already taking off into the sky. I think the on-board computer will be very glad to you. It's so good here. Youth is hard to forget. But you can change everything. Then why did he say take the gun? This is the only thing that worries you right now, someone should attack? Monsters? Maybe something else? Anxiety, as you well know this concept, this feeling. Dark thoughts fill your mind again, making your head ache. With the pistol in your right hand, you scanned the area once more and headed straight where your eyes were looking. You must find at least someone. Preferably alive and similar to you. You are welcome. Anyone. It looks like you've been walking straight for ages, but it's only been thirty minutes. You, of course, are not complaining, but you are so impatient to tell someone your story, your life, tell about all your experiences, you want to hug someone so that your soul is warm. I want it so, I want it so- "guys, I think we're late .." Can not be. You abruptly stopped your quick steps, listening to the conversation of strangers. You were standing behind several large trees. It’s scary that I haven’t heard other voices for so long, for eternity I have only heard my own and virtual voice of your ship. Someone's quiet and gentle voice was heard very close, so calm. The on-board computer was faulty; there must be someone here. Someone is alive. How good. The night is getting stronger, I can't deal with it “Don't worry, the holiday will last for a long time! Custard Cookie will understand us, because we helped our friends with the transportation of food for the holiday! " And that boyish voice was so cheerful, so vaguely familiar, like your former classmate. That's who he reminded you of. He had almost the same voice. Could it be- Carefully peering out from behind a large trunk of a green tree, the unimaginable was happening before your eyes. Don't be surprised if you stumble upon a 4.7-foot-high living cookie, okay? Remembering the words of your guide, you seem to have forgotten how to breathe. Panic gripped you. Misunderstanding. Anxiety. Did he tell the truth? Once again, these fears and dark thoughts haunt you. Usually anxious people are sure that there are enemies around. If you think so, anxiety is always associated with insecurity and chaos. In anxiety, a person feels that everything is bad, that something needs to be done, but what exactly to do? Unclear. Because of this, you pressed even more against the trunk of the tree, trying to breathe evenly so that these non-humans would not notice you. Heart beats with unbearable speed, hands are freezing like corpses. Is it because they are not like you? Or are you not like everyone else? Home, that's what first came to mind. You urgently need to run home. A sharp jerk and your senses have sharpened hundreds of times. While these cookies are exploringwhere
you have been, you have already been far away. Some more. A little and you're at home.
You're back! I missed you very much. Found someone? How do you like the locals? Why are you crying? Was it not I who warned you about the surface world? No, no, no, do not be afraid, now you are with me, I will protect you.
English is not my first language, I apologize for the mistakes.
Is this a happy ending?
A legend that is older than any kingdoms, with which little children are scared for bad behavior. Have you heard of The Last Witch? Witches, several times more than any cookie. Teeth that shattered even the toughest warriors. Additional limbs on the hands or, as it was said in the ancient book, "fingers" with which they could grab naughty children and drag them into their den to eat later. A long nose that can smell any crumb from a mile away. Isn't it scary? When you might be eaten. But this is just one silly bedtime story told to little cookies for their pranks. Could such monsters exist? But what if it's true? That once thousands of years ago, they existed? What if one of them is walking through the forest right now looking for us? What nonsense. Legends are based on truth. Black. This is all you could see with your eyes closed in your cryogenic dream. Isn't it wonderful when you can just fall asleep and wake up in a completely new time, world? What was completely different from the past, became much better and more beautiful? Until one day. Until "this" happened, day X, how else can you call it? The day it went downhill? When did everyone die? Another mistake people made for which they all paid with their lives. Everything turned into dust and heaps of stones. Almost nothing is left of the former civilization. Almost. You, all that is left of a past life, you and your ship, which is well hidden. Far underground, stuck in cryogenic sleep for several thousand years, the cells of your body have mutated, outwardly nothing has changed, like your inner one. This is problem. Even after a few years. Nothing changed. There are no wrinkles, no back pains, not a single hint of old age. Congratulations, you are immortal. It must be great to be far underground in your ship. You don't need water or food, you don't even need sleep. But you keep doing it day after day, year after year. You have read every book in your huge library that rivals the great Library of Congress. Formerly known as the largest library in the world. You are growing vegetables with emergency seeds, under artificial light. Just like your former neighbors. Isn't it wonderful to live and exist alone? This can be a great opportunity for introverts to live, but how can you live life without a pet? Maybe a cat? Or a turtle, a dog? You are already tired of rereading every book for the hundredth time. Tired of watching movies left over from your time. Is it time to go outside? You want friends, am I not your friend? Sorry, sorry, but are you sure? Good let it be your way. Don't be surprised if you stumble upon a 4.7-foot-high living cookie, okay? If you come across too appetizing-looking "dogs" or something like that. So don't forget to take your weapon with you-What? No, no, I'm not saying that everyone will attack you, you cannot be killed, remember? But just in case, take a pistol, I'm worried. Leaving already? Thank you for taking the weapon. Come as soon as possible and be careful. I will wait for you here at home.
This is my first story, sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my native language :( I hope you enjoyed it!
Them comforting you:
I know it's no where near April Fools but bare with me on this.
Y/N cookie decide to pull a prank by changing their online status to taken....and then all hell breaks loose.
Be ready to duck the incoming Croissant Cookie missile as she practically spawns right outside your house.
The assassins would already be making their move to single out the cookie responsible.
Big name Cookies would make social media posts about this situation, requesting their followers to help them find this cookie that’s dating you.
Trouble some legendaries or dragons, well, they might just decide to destroy this waste of crumbs for even trying to get with you.