Where did you mess up?
You knew — knew that it would be a bad decision, knew that it would be bad to agree with him, bad to go through with the procedure, yet you still did it.
You’re the cause of the disease.
You’re the cause of the apocalypse.
You’re the cause of every single death, every single infected cookie, every single fallen kingdom.
You’re the cause of every innocent cookie added to their hivemind.
And still, somehow, even after working with it for so long, you don’t know how to stop it? You don’t know what caused it, what makes it so hard to beat, so hard to stop?
You don’t have a cure?
You, the lead scientist of a program you knew had a high risk of backfiring, and you had no solution for if it did go wrong?
Now you’re watching the consequences of the mistake that slipped through the cracks.
You’re watching the land crumble beneath you.
You’re watching cookies band together just to survive because of your improper judgement.
And.. it makes you constantly wonder.
It makes you constantly ask yourself the same questions.
Where did I mess up?
Why did I agree to letting him help me?
Why did nobody stop me?
Why did no one see the dangers?
Why didn’t I just tell him no?















