By Mellyse Sumiraka

Once before a glorious night, an odd festival dedicated to cookies annually was growing livelier than the previous year. More people have arrived to enjoy the fine place, eating all types of cookies from around the world. Due to the past sicknesses of overeating at a place like this, some call it the Carnival of Indulgence. Word of mouth about two famous people caused new spectators to think otherwise.

First came Sabin Duvert from the eastern section of the city. He’s an extraordinary creature with unique powers, and the number of girls ogling over him didn’t seem to mind a bit. The white haired, red-eyed young man dressed in an expensive black suit with a matching top hat bowed to the women and smiled. “Ladies,” he said while browsing around, trying to find a cookie booth. It didn’t take very long to glance at the upcoming competition following him.

The Poison Arrow, dressed in a black coat with a shirt and a pair of pants, and the cloak seemed to be ripped apart from his previous battles from monsters. The girls’ amorous screaming made him blink. He turned around and smirked, giving them a wink before one of the girls fainted. He chuckled softly as his eyes gazed at the stranger who had an equal amount of fan girls.

“Well now,” he spoke to Sabin, smiling. “It looks like I have some competition at the festival tonight.”

Sabin turned to face Poison Arrow and frowned. “Don’t get too cocky, wanderer.” He gasped after seeing the cookies nearly gone. The visitors have mostly eaten them throughout. “Save that last cookie for me!” he tried to tell someone at the booth as he ran over there.

“Oh no you don’t,” Poison glared, chasing after Sabin. “That cookie is mine!”

“That’s what you think!” Sabin smirked as he saw the last cookie being held by a blinking booth owner. He snatched it from the poor man’s hand, leaving him speechless. “The last sweet chocolate chip cookie is mine!” he smiled with glee.

When he was about to take a bite, Poison snatched it in the nick of time. He grinned at Sabin’s glare, running off with the cookie as the other chased after him.

“Give me that cookie!” Sabin yelled, leaping forward to pounce him.

Poison was pounced face first to the festival grounds. He tried to push the white-haired business suit-wearing jerk off of him. His efforts in trying didn’t fail him too much as they both rolled over on top of each other.

The people watched as they continue to fight over the cookie. Their cries could be heard while rolling down a very steep hill. Amazingly, the cookie was still intact once they’ve stopped rolling. Everyone couldn’t help wondering if these two young men are all right. Some people explained to others that only some out of a possible ten thousand have outsmarted the hill by staying alive.

“Let go of my hand,” Poison growled. “That cookie is mine!”

“But you’re the one that stole it from me, you thief! I got that cookie fair and square!” Sabin hissed before the fight over the cookie resumed for a little while longer.

It all came to an end when a small bear cub appeared from out of nowhere grabbed the cookie with its mouth. The two men gasped as they watched it eat the last one within the whole festival before walking away happy. They felt like total fools as they glance at each other.

“Well… that’s one lesson learned,” Poison sighed disappointingly. “We should’ve learned to share.”

Sabin nodded in agreement. “Wanna leave the carnival and go out for some coffee? I’ll even pay for it.”

Poison smirked at the offer of free coffee, courtesy of the other gentleman. He nodded once. “I hope there’s an available coffee shop nearby.”

“There is. I’m more familiar with this town than you are,” Sabin chuckled as he led the way to the closest coffee shop available.

“Hey! I resent that!” Poison shouted. He brushed his thoughts aside and followed Sabin without question.