Hey just saying I'm using they/them pronouns because they're gender-neutral and I want to be the least specific I can on who the person is! Guess who it is!

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They laughed lightly to themselves. Revenge was such a sweet spice.

How did the other hermits like being able to cry on their shoulder. They did. A lot. But did they have a shoulder to cry on? Not at all.

What had happened. They had become the cheery one. The one there to comfort others. But it was hard being the shoulder to cry on. 

And that wasn't the only thing that the hermits had wronged them by.

Everyone had just assumed their personality and held them to the expectations.

Nobody appreciated anything they did too. All the favors and gifts. Jokes and time spent. Successful advice. Loyalty in friendships. Protection that they didn't realize was given.

They chuckled as they added in the poison to the cookie batter, making sure to add enough. It was the right poison, one that would attack your insides stronger than a withering effect, and it would easily kill you.

They smiled as they watched the spoon go in motions, circular. The ingredients perfectly stirred, all coming together in a simple tan color, this was a treat often made by a mother. They found life a lot like baking. If you messed up once you'd find a huge accidental disaster in the making. But if you did it right it would be smooth and sweet. 

But if you mixed something up it would go bad. Or let it cook and endure heat to long it would burn and turn black and crisp. Just like a humans life, one wrong stir could lead to insanity.

They smiled as they watched the oven time tick by. Soon enough the sweet treats were done. Never judge a book by its' cover although. Sometimes the sweetest things, are the most bitter. The strongest are the most fragile. And the most innocent withhold the most secrets.

Wrapping up the cookies into little towel/rags with cute designs, they tied them up with ribbon, making sure there was enough to go around. Seven cookies in each. A fair amount to say.

Once a reign of sweet Heaven-send, but even the devil was once Gods' best-friend.

The whole time, a smile was plastered onto their face as they delivered all the treats discreetly, barely making it home before the first of many to come messages popped up, confirming that they had made it right.

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