How The Cookie Crumbles (Jackbox) {DISCONTINUED}

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Chapter 1: [CHAPTER TITLE]

"So... this is it, huh?"

"I mean, we don't need to pack that much or whatever. It's just an hour's drive."

"True, true."

Schmitty shifted in his chair at the dining room table, taking a long sip of his coffee. The only other sounds outside of their talking were the breeze outside and the clock on the wall.

"I'm just gonna assume that you're driving?" Red stated, fidgeting with the stirrer in his tea.

"Yeah... I don't really trust you at the wheel, if we're gonna be honest." Schmitty admitted, taking the finishing sip of his coffee before getting up to wash it. Red let out a slight chuckle before taking another sip of his tea. Schmitty walks over to the sink to rinse his cup. The water is warm on his hands.

"You done with your tea?" Schmitty asks over the loud white noise of the sink.

"Yeah, can you wash it for me?" Red says, leaning back in his chair to put his cup on the counter behind him. Schmitty lets out a sigh in response, hastily grabbing the cup off the counter. "Thanks, Schmitz."

"Yeah, yeah... And don't call me 'Schmitz'. Really? Schmitz?" Schmitty mutters, done washing both cups, placing the mugs on the counter next to the sink to dry. "You ready to go?"

"Yep!" Red exclaimed, putting on his voice modifier mask. He flicks open his red-handled switchblade, just to check that it works, before promptly closing it and putting it back into his pocket.

"Look, I know you're used to fighting and whatever, but you do realize that we are facing up against a robot, right? Made of metal and plastic? A switchblade isn't going to do you too much good." Schmitty says.

"Still keeping it on me though," Red replied. "Never know when you need it 'til it's too late! Plus, we're in the middle of the apocalypse! We could always get mugged! ...or robbed! ...or ambushed! Oh, and there's always a chance we could-"

"I get it! I get it!" Schmitty blurted out, half-annoyed, opening the front door.

"I call shotgun!" Red shouted enthusiastically, half sprinting, half skipping to the car, as Schmity locks the front door behind him.

"Didn't we already agree that you would be riding shotgun? No need to call it." Schmitty calls out, unlocking the car doors and getting in.

"You're no fun!" Red fake-pouted, crossing his arms and looking the other way, pretending to be angry, before instantly breaking the character and sitting down on the car seat, putting his feet up.

"Hey, no feet on the dashboard!" Schmitty barked. "And you remember the plan, right?"

"Yeah, we've been over it," Red says with a sigh, moving his legs back down to the car floor. "Go in, find Cookie, avoid the robot lady, don't kill anyone, don't get killed."

"More or less so...so... O-Oh my g... Wha-" Schmitty trails off. Red stares at Schmitty before realizing what happened. He sees that most of the houses outside his neighborhood are abandoned. Some are overgrown with weeds, some have windows smashed, a lot of them no-longer habitable. Red was used to the sight, but Schmitty was not.

"What, haven't been outside lately?" Red stated, still confused by Schmitty's reaction.

"N-Not really. Is it like this everywhere?" Schmitty stuttered out.

"Not sure. From what I can tell, pretty much." Red responds, forcing out a chuckle to make himself feel better about the grim situation.

"It really is that bad, isn't it?" Schmitty said, taking a shaky deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"Haven't you made trips to the Hotel before? I know I've seen you there." Red questioned.

"Yeah. I guess my route was one of the less ...destroyed ones." Schmitty answered, a bit quieter than before.

They sat in silence for a few minutes. The whirring of the pavement on the wheels of the car worked as a soothing white noise.

"Hasn't this been a stressful few months, huh?" Schmitty sighed, breaking the silence.

"Yup, well, it should get better soon. We just need to get Cookie back from Binjpipe."

"I really miss him. I know that sounds stupid, with how much we used to fight each other..."

"No, no, I get it." Red interrupted. "Believe me, we all missed him. Everything just felt... quieter without him around. Like a piece of the group was missing."

"Sure did. It'll be nice to see him again."

"Hey, wanna put on some music? It'd probably help brighten the mood."

"Wouldn't all the radio be in the control of... her?"

"Well, not the local stuff. We could probably find a station not Sponsored."

Red flips through the radio channels before settling on a random pop station.

"Oh, I know this song. I like it." Schmitty said blandly

"I do too! I think I know a few others by this person." Red says back. Schmitty lets out another sigh. They spent the rest of the car ride listening to whatever was on the radio, making a comment or two about the song, or a passing landmark.