Long ago, within the Witches’ bakery, one batch was deemed a failure before it had even finished baking.
The dough rose unevenly. The magic reacted incorrectly. The oven temperature spiraled beyond control.
The Witches argued whether the Cookie should even exist at all.
Before the batch could stabilize, Burnt Dessert Cookie was ripped from the oven too early. Half-baked. Cracked. Wrong.
Discarded.
Thrown away alongside ruined pastries and scorched scraps.
But fate, apparently bored and dangerous as usual, intervened.
The discarded tray fell through a tear between worlds and landed within Earthbread itself.
For days, Burnt Dessert Cookie wandered alone through forests and abandoned ruins, frightened by his own abilities. Fires ignited around him whenever he cried. Shadows warped strangely near him. Once, in fear, he screamed at a group of wild Cake Hounds and reduced an entire clearing to blackened sugar-glass.
That was when Dark Enchantress Cookie found him.
Unlike others, she did not recoil.
She saw something familiar in him: a Cookie rejected by their creators.
At first, Burnt Dessert Cookie feared her. Everyone else who saw him either attacked or fled. Yet Dark Enchantress Cookie spoke gently, offering him shelter within her domain. She never called him broken. Never called him a mistake.
Only “unfinished.”
And somehow, that hurt less.
Over time, Burnt Dessert Cookie became deeply attached to her, following her almost like a hatchling follows the first figure it trusts. He does not fully understand her goals, nor the darkness surrounding her. He simply believes she saved him because she cared.
Whether that belief is entirely true... even Dark Enchantress Cookie herself may not know.