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Dr.Wasabi Cookie was known all over Earthbread for her contributions to science. Although her methods were unorthodox, no one can deny her achievements, especially in the medical field. She made it so cookies didn't have to worry about the rain or the Sun when running. Her most public contributions were usually safe, but there was a lot she had going on behind the scenes. For one thing, she wasn't against testing on still living creatures. One such creature was her pet, Octo Wasabi. The poor thing was more of a lab rat than a pet, but perhaps it enjoyed it's treatment? The thing could grow so big and strong, it could escape it's tubes whenever it wanted. And yet, it stayed within the confines of Dr.Wasabi's laboratory. For the most part, at least.
"Grams, I'm taking Octo Wasabi and Hot Doggie for a walk!" Mustard called out from the front door, with the mentioned pets on leashes. Wasabi wouldn't have been able to hear her granddaughter normally if it wasn't for all the cameras she had set up across the expansive facility. From the desk of computer setup, Wasabi spoke into a microphone connected into the security setup.
"You're free to go. Have fun sweetie!" Wasabi says, opening the front doors. There hadn't been any break ins into the laboratory, but it paid to be safe rather than sorry. Only Millennial knew how the world would react after a leak of the contents of the lab.
Wasabi sighed wearily as the display changed from the security footage back to the project she was currently working on:
Understanding the witches.
Could you blame Wasabi for not believing in them? The beginnings of the cookies were... fuzzy, to say the least.
She sipped her can of energy drink as she flipped through the oldest excerpts she had on file. History was far from her strong suit. But this was just something she wanted answers to. It wasn't like she didn't know how cookies were made. She was very much present to see her own granddaughter get baked. Not to mention...
No, that wasn't why she was curious. She wanted to know why they were created. It was a question the ancient cookies had asked before her. But the answer never came. She had her theories, of course, but not enough evidence for her to publish them.
Her head tilted back as she cackled out of frustration. What did any of this matter, anyway? She would continue to do her research, regardless of what the gods had intended for her.
If the bastards even existed.
"Now Sweetie, Grams is going to go out for a while. There's food in the fridge. Don't let anyone in without my permission. Don't look in the basement," Dr.Wasabi said right before kissing Mustard on the cheek. The poor girl had just came home from her pet walking. Then suddenly, her grandma was announcing her departure, something that never bode well.
"Wh-and where do you think you're going?" Mustard demands, crossing her arms. Wasabi waves her hand, as if to dismiss her very much warranted concerns.
"I'm just going to, "Wasabi trails off, "I'm going to do some field work."
"No way! The last time you did that, someone's house ended up on fire!"
Wasabi cackles at that.
"I promise no fires will start this time, promise. I'll just be talking to somebody."
"And just who is this 'somebody?'"
"Let's see... I believe they are called the Time Balance Department."