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My name is Daydream Cookie, other cookies have said that name doesn't mean anything or share my flavour or any number of other naming conventions. I don't care, personally.
Oh. My pronouns right. They/it
I live in a small town in the middle of the forests of Beast-Yeast, the nearest big city is 4 days walk through the forest away. If you're lucky.
I am an adult, I do not live with my parents, they died a few years ago. I live alone in my bakery. It sounds sad when I put it that way. Whoops. The bakery is fine, I have enough coins to get by and help others a little when they need it.
This is my diary. If you're reading this and you're not me, that's an invasion of privacy stop that. If you're like… a historian or something and this book looks way old then I'm probably dead and you can read on just fine!
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[Begin Entry 135]
The other day my town went into turmoil, somebody had come into the town from the city. It had been consumed by a force they called "The Blight". Jam and crumbs and they alone survived the ordeal. They had hidden themselves away until the Blight left, then ran here to warn us.
Some of the townspeople don't believe this story, but most of us — including myself — do. They are staying at the town's inn, I've been trying my best to provide them food and comfort. And comfort food. They visit the bakery sometimes. I give them baked goods for free. They don't have any money (due to the city falling). They have made a couple of weird looks I can't decipher when I offer them money or food.
I haven't been this scared in ages, maybe since I first learned about the war the Beasts caused so very long ago.
I wish I knew more about this Blight, but the newcomer has been so cagey about it. I don't blame them, they saw (from what I assume) an entire city fall.
…I'm grateful that our town hasn't fallen. But I fear we may be next.
I hope not.
Oh well, I should really get to bed, early start to the work week tomorrow and I need to restock the bakery. Ugh just thinking about work makes me tired. But at least… at least there is food. And I can make food. For others.
This town is small but if any other survivors of the Blight need refuge I would be more than happy to welcome them.
Goodnight before I actually lose my mind about this plague.
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[Begin Entry 136]
There has been gossip and rumours spreading amongst the town. The newcomer told me that they say the farmland might not survive the next harvest. I put on a brave face in front of him but… What if it's true? What if the Blight is already coming for us… or will come for us? in some…. predetermined way?
My bakery will not support me if the farms don't succeed…
I'm scared.
Aside from this, my day was mostly usual. Restock the bakery, tend the bakery until closing time, and then rest.
The newcomer spends quite a lot of time in the little cafe area of the bakery, I wonder why? I hope the other cookies in town haven't been giving him grief. I'd feel endlessly guilty if that were the case.
He told me his name recently. Grape Jam Cookie. For the first few days nobody knew his name.
He asked me not to tell anyone his name.
When I asked what pronouns I should use for him, he said he/him would be fine. He said I was "so considerate" and "that it might get [me] somewhere. Maybe even somewhere nice"
I hope he's right.
I'm grateful he told me his name.
Goodnight, book and hypothetical readers.
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[Begin Entry 137]
Ugh. Work again today. Not much happened that was interesting. But at least my friend was here to talk with. Grape Jam Cookie is so cool, I hope he's doing okay.
I hope the innkeeper doesn't kick him out… that would be awful, but I'd understand sort of… coins can be hard to come by here some days, and he's taking up space at the inn without being able to pay for it. I would offer to pay for it but I worry… I worry I will need the money this coming harvest. I think I'll set aside a sort of emergency store of cash just in case.
Today I'm grateful I have money I can set aside just in case
Goodnight
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[Begin Entry 138]
I don't remember what happened today. I assume it was the usual? Gosh I hope it wasn't anything important, or that I was told anything that'll come up again.
I hate these memory issues. That was why I started this anyway. Cause the days kept blurring together and…
I've forgotten too many things.
…I'm grateful for what I do remember
Goodnight, before I start crying
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[Begin Entry 139]
A lot of the people in the town have been keeping their distance from Grape Jam Cookie… I wonder if he's noticed? He stayed close to me most of today. It was… good? I don't know. I don't know why everyone looked at me weird when I was with him. I hope he hasn't hurt anyone or anything… that's mean I shouldn't say that about a new friend. I hope the town comes to their senses about him soon.
I'm grateful that I can be there for him during these rough times, he often cries to me about missing the city. I wish I knew more or could help more… whatever
Good night
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