Eternal sugar

Gentle sounds of water flowing filled your ears, as well as the sweetest scent wafting into your nostrils (or did Cookies even have nostrils? Who knows).

The scent was almost a sickly sweet that would make anyone recoil, but with your current state, there was no way you could do much.

“Ah, you’ve awoken!”

A voice sang from above, and down glided a pale pink Cookie whose appearance looked reminiscent of an angel. Those big pair of wings, that halo…

Floating just a few inches off the ground, the Cookie smiled down at your form, eyes half-lidded. “Oh, look at you! You poor, pitiful creature… forced to be in such a horrible state with even horrible emotions I sense you feel. Well, here in the Paradise of Sloth, you have to feel absolutely none of the negativity!”

Finally landing on her feet, she takes your face into her hands, humming lowly in thought as she observed you. “What is your name, traveller? I’m sure Pavlova and Sugarfly Cookie would just ADORE you!”