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Treat Fueled Warrior Energy Preview
🕑 Added 2020-05-30 18:06:14 +0000 UTCJust a small preview of a new commission I'm working on. Enjoy!
“And-and… that’s twenty…” Dear god, did I let myself go that much?
A young man named Logan was laying on the floor of his apartment, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his forehead. He had just got done with his latest round of jump roping, something he was sure he was a lot better at before.
The last few weeks have been nothing at home and waiting for life to return back to normal. So with the spare time, Logan had been binging shows, playing games, and snacking and eating hard. However, as things were settling down, he realized that things were starting to catch up with him and he needed to work off some of the pounds he put on.
However, after a good solid two or three weeks at it, the results? Negligible. Meekly, he smacked the ground near him, muttering, “All this work and barely a difference. Hell, I feel weaker than before! This is crap…”
He huffed, slowly turning onto his belly and weakly getting to his knees. Spotting his destination a few feet from him, he inched over to his sofa. He hoisted himself up, pushing his whole body onto it and stretching out.
With a yawn, he closed his eyes. It was time to rest off this workout.
But then, a soft, sweet smell passed by his nose. His eyes opened and focused on the origin, the coffee table besides the sofa. There, a plate of Pokemon-shaped cookies sat.
Such an odd gift to receive. They were from his next door neighbor earlier that day, a young woman who had been hearing him exercise for a while now. She wanted to reward him for all the hard work he had been putting in with some homemade sweets. He pointed out the fact that she was rewarding some exercising and trying to lose weight with fattening cookies, but she brushed it off and said just to enjoy them.
It’s gotta be some kind of joke, right? Logan thought, grimacing. Why would she give me these otherwise?
He stared at the plate and the tempting pile of dessert goodness for what felt like a full minute. He sighed and reached over, snagging a Lucario-shaped cookie from the pile. Not like this can make anything worse for me...
Logan took a bite of his cookie, licking up any crumbs that fall on his lips. The taste is absolutely sugary and super sweet, but not a way that stings your teeth. The batter used, the sugar added, and the right amount of frosting used made for a delightful treat he had never tasted before in his life.
He shivered gently, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck raise. That was incredible! The best cookie he had ever eaten, times ten at least.
It tasted so good that his entire body felt electric. He wiggled and shook gently in his seat, sitting up straight. He felt full of life, full of energy. Like everything that was lost was coming right back to him! Even his achy muscles and bones felt better!
