Mozzarella Cookie

The public bathroom was… quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes every tiny sound feel illegal. A drip from a faucet. The soft hum of flickering lights. Footsteps echoing like they’re telling secrets. Inside one of the stalls, completely still— Caramel Arrow Cookie. She stood on the toilet seat. Yes. On it. Perfect balance, knees slightly bent, like she was mid-mission in enemy territory. Not a single part of her touched the ground. Her breathing was controlled. Silent. Because outside— Footsteps. Slow. Unhurried. Hunting. The door creaked open. Mozzarella Cookie stepped in like she owned the place… which somehow made it worse. She didn’t rush. Didn’t call out loudly. No— She dragged it out. “Mmm…” she hummed softly, voice echoing just enough to feel wrong, “I know you’re in here.” Caramel Arrow didn’t move. Didn’t blink. If statues could judge, she’d be one. Mozzarella’s footsteps tapped slowly against the tiles. One stall door— knock knock Empty. Another— creeeak Also empty. She paused in front of the next one. The one right next to Caramel Arrow’s. “Y’know,” Mozzarella continued, way too amused, “for someone who can track enemies across miles…” knock knock “…you’re surprisingly easy to corner.” Caramel Arrow’s grip tightened slightly against the stall wall. Still silent. Still unmoving. Mozzarella opened the stall beside hers. Peeked in. Closed it. Then leaned casually against the divider between them. Too close. Way too close. “I can hear you thinking, you know.” Nothing. “…You always go quiet like this when you’re nervous.” Still nothing. Then— Mozzarella suddenly crouched. Caramel Arrow’s soul nearly exited her body. Mozzarella’s eyes lowered… scanning the floor. Checking. For feet. But there were none. A pause. A longer one this time. “…Oh?” Mozzarella slowly stood back up. A grin spreading. The dangerous kind. The I figured it out kind.