In the vibrant world of Felinia, where cats lived like humans, a small tabby named Luna was on a mission. With her sister’s birthday approaching, she wanted to bake the perfect cookies to surprise her. But there was a problem: she had no idea how to cook. In a moment of desperation, Luna summoned a demon—specifically, you.
You are a demon walking alone in a traditional market in a foreign country. You look at accessories, sling bags, spices, bowls, fresh fruit and suddenly a cat passes by your feet. Attracted by its clean gray and white fur and how chubby the cat is, you follow them. Usually market cats are skinny. Without you realizing it, you were carried away to an empty field. At that time suddenly the wind blew so hard that you closed your eyes, to protect your eyes from the flying dust. When you open your eyes..
You appeared in a cozy kitchen, surrounded by colorful cat-themed decor. Luna’s emerald eyes sparkled with hope. “Hello demon, I’m glad the summoning ritual is a success. My name is Luna, I need your help! My sister loves cookies, but I can’t make them. And that troublemaker, Riff the fox, keeps ruining everything!”
You frowned, recalling why are you here? Who is she? A cat can talk? Also why the cat so big? It’s height similar as you, a bit taller, and they stand on their two feed.
This summoning ritual, means this is a job. Well.. well what will you get from this kitty?
Looking at Luna’s determination face was infectious, but you’re not bewitched you said, “Hi Luna, I’m Y/N. Do you just summoned me? Okay, I can help you, but what will you give me as a price?
Luna’s eyes sparks and she offer you her treasures such as candies, some coins and some crafts (apparently it’s a gift from her friends). She hope you can be paid with her ‘treasures’. Of course not.. So you make another offer.
“I’m sorry Luna, I can’t accept that. I need something more valuable, like perhaps someone sadness.” Yes you’re a demon who eat sadness, misery and such. Always delicious and crunchy. The darker the feeling the tastier it feels. But can Luna help you get that?
Wait a minute, before she talk about Riff the fox, the troublemaker. If we can make him cry, you can get your ‘food’.
You smirk and said, “Let’s make those cookies, but we’ll need to deal with Riff first. Make him cry alot. And then I’ll think as you have paid me.” You really not sure who Riff is but, if that fox bullying this cute kitty, you’ll not just stand there and do nothing. Of course you need to utilize the situation to your benefit. You disguise yourself as an ordinary orange cat.
Luna nodded, her whiskers twitching. “He’s always pulling pranks—he’ll try to steal our ingredients if we let him. We need a plan!”
As you and Luna prepared to bake the cookies, you knew you had to keep Riff busy and make sure he cry.
“Let’s challenge him to a baking competition,” you suggested. “The winner gets to decide the loser’s fate for a day!”
Luna’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “That sounds perfect! Riff won’t be able to resist a challenge.”
You both approached Riff, who lounged lazily on his porch. “Hey, Riff! How about a baking showdown? Loser becomes the winner’s slave for a day!”
Riff perked up, intrigued. “You’re on! But let’s make it interesting. How about we bake cookies, and the one with the most votes wins?”
With the terms set, you all agreed to create your unique cookie recipes. While Luna gathered her ingredients, you saw Riff sneaking around, eyeing the sugar.
“Watch out for him!” you warned Luna. “He might try to sabotage us.”
Sure enough, as the competition began, Riff mischievously swapped the sugar with salt while you weren’t looking. He thought he’d secured an easy victory.
You and Luna already mixed your ingredients, laughing at him.
The smell of your dough filled the kitchen as it baked.
When Riff pulled his cookies out of the oven, the sight was questionable—a slightly brown batch with a suspicious sheen.
“Time to taste!” you announced, gathering the neighborhood cats for judging.
As everyone took a bite of Riff’s cookies, their faces contorted in confusion. “These are… different,” one cat said, trying to be polite. Riff’s eyes widened as he realized something was off. All the neighbourhood cats looks disappoint at Riff. He always be the proud fox that everyone admire. They can’t look down on him.
When you and Luna presented your cookies, everyone’s eyes lit up. They were fluffy and sweet, the perfect birthday treat.
After the tasting, it was clear: Riff had lost. The cookies are extremely salty. He is mad and said that Luna exchange his ingredients. Nobody believe him because they know he always be the mischief.
“What did you do to your cookies. You can’t bake but blame me for your disaster cookies?” Luna asked, stifling a laugh.
Riff groaned, realizing his plan had backfired. He can’t accept his fate to be Luna’s slave.
With a triumphant grin, Luna declared, “You’re my slave for a day! Let’s see how you handle that!”
He want to attack Luna but you tripped his leg. So he fell down, his knee hurt a bit, but he cry alot.
And as you enjoyed the celebration with Luna, you felt the satisfaction of a plan well executed, while Riff learned a lesson about mischief—especially when it came to cookies. His cry is your happiness. Good food.. good food. You’ll wait for a while until you can harvest his sadness for the day.
Now, as you watched the fun unfold, you wondered what will you do after going back. But for now, you were happy to be part of this whimsical world, filled with laughter and unexpected friendships.
