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The town square barely has any incidents, making Caramel Choux Cookie’s life easier and the town square for her fun. But who knew, the Pointy Punks, who swore to stop and was the Neighborly Punks (seen in the last chapter of the event) , had officially started tweaking. As Caramel Choux went to go say hi to Street Urchin Cookie, she wasn’t in her usual spot in the alley, hell. Her bike wasn’t there!!
“Ah? That’s strange.” Mumbled Caramel Choux Cookie, but she went off to go say hi to the others and start her duties. But as she left the alley, on the buildings in the town square..was destroyed?! “Oh my…” Said Nougat Cookie as Granola and Sugar Coat talked about it. This morning is weirder than usual. When she checked the board for any complaints, the normal minimum and only for decor or requests. Was filled with stuff like “Some People ____” or “I was _____ by mysterious people!!”
This is getting out of hand!!! So, when she went to go look for Street Urchin and tell her all about it. Suddenly.
VROOOOOOOM!!!!
The hell was that? Is that…Street Urchins bike? Why wasn’t she on it, hell, who is driving it? “GET YOUR ASSES BACK HERE!!” A familiar voice rang out angrily. It was Street Urchin Cookie, and Caramel Choux didn’t see her that furious since the Banana Peel Incident!! “Ah!! Street Urch-“ “NO TIME FOT CHITCHAT!!”
As Street Urchin cut over Caramel Choux, before she could asked what the hell happened, Street Urchin spoke. “Remember the Pointy Punks who promised to become the “Neighborly Punks? Well those little shits lied!! The only good outcome of this is they are no longer calling be boss luckily. But they stole my bike and made some thug cookie group!!!”
Caramel Choux stared in shock. Caramel Choux was calm this whole day, the destroy store, endless complaints, now this? Luckily Street Urchin was here, or she would crash the fuck out. “We can’t chase after your bike, it’s quite fast…”
“I can help!!” Huh? Who was that? As the two of them looked for the voice, it was Cherry Blossom Cookie!! “I was visiting the town square for a picnic with a friend and couldn’t help but see you too, you can borrow my bike if needed.” It was a pink and cute bike. While Caramel Choux nodded and was the one who wanted to pedal. Street Urchin thanked the Ancients (get it) that she wasn’t the one driving…THAT.
As Caramel Choux pedaled after the Pointy Punks and there…cult of thug cookies. Street Urchin got off. “How about we surround them!! I’ll go this way, you go that way!” Caramel Choux agreed. As they separated. Caramel Choux was in an unfamiliar alley, about to surround the Punks. Until. One of the taller ones ordered the Pointy Punks to do something, she couldn’t make it out tho. Suddenly, the taller punks surrounded her.
“Oh! We have a little goodie two shoes!” One said, who she assumed was the boss. “Oh…well. I do what’s best for the town….” She replied hesitantly. “Well, we don’t it. We are trying to get everything we want, including all the items in this store.” Another one replied.
“NO!! I will not allow that to happen!!” Said Caramel Choux cookie. But, one of them hit her against the wall, which scrapped her arm, making it leak strawberry jam. “Who do you think you are? We been doing this for years!!” The ‘Boss’ as the cookies looked at her in either eagerness or anger.
Was this…going to hurt her, she can fight back, but she’s pinned by cookies that are larger than her. What will she do…what can she do?