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Croissant Cookie sat at the work desk in her office, flipping through an old scrapbook they’d filled countless years ago. Tonight was the night their timeline was going to fade away, and they wanted to remember everything she had accomplished in her long life. Each photo taped or glued in its pages filled them with nostalgia for days long gone.
She looked up from the scrapbook. Out the window, they had a view of the sun slowly sinking into the horizon. It was the last sunset they’d ever see, and perhaps the prettiest.
Despite imminent death creeping nearer, she felt at ease. For once in a long time, there was no work to be done. It was just them and their scrapbook in complete silence. They’d gotten used to the lack of sound downstairs, for all the workers at the TBD had retired or crumbled by now..
Except for one.
That cookie would be String Gummy Cookie, whom she had sent into a time rift a few hours ago for one final mission. At least, Croissant Cookie thought it was a few hours. As today got closer, all the clocks in the semi-abandoned TBD building grew a habit of showing the wrong time, or even traveling in the completely wrong direction.
She prayed to the Witches that the clocks going haywire hadn’t interfered with String Gummy Cookie’s travel back in time. What if he never returned to see them one last time? Or, even worse, never had the chance to finish his mission?
Croissant Cookie’s gaze was drawn back to the scrapbook. They instantly noticed a photo taken of them and Timekeeper Cookie. The old director.. She still missed having them around. They’d host a party for each and every employee’s birthday. Even if Croissant Cookie still had a thousand years left to live, she probably wouldn’t have the patience to be able to do something like that.
Next to it was a group photo of the TBD staff. With her fuzzy memory of the time it was taken in, she could only recognize a few of the cookies pictured.
Suddenly, she felt her arm begin to numb, and saw crumbs of it begin to fly away. It seemed that her time had come. They were just glad it wasn’t painful. Using their good arm, they quickly flipped through the rest of the book to collect as many memories as they could. She didn’t realize how much time she’d stayed on each page earlier.
By the time she reached the end, half of her had faded away. The numbness was frightening, but she quickly lost all feeling as the disintegration reached past her head. With nothing controlling her body now, it fell out of the chair, onto the floor. There, the last few crumbs finally left her.