Fragments - A Cookie Run Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Two: Lingering

Three days passed slowly. Then again, with minmal leg room, sparse entertainment, and limited communication, the only thing the brave child COULD really do- was sleep. He was tired, a lot of the time. Energy that his body put into healing the damages was tiring.

Leaning on the bars of the cell he was being held within, Gingerbrave gently slipped his hands through, and pet the cake hound that lie next to the cell.

Chiffons's tail wagged at the attention, before the hound moved a little closer to the bars, despite the fact that he was right up against them already. Licking the boys hand a couple times, the hound went back to relaxing, it's eyes closing after a moment or two of more attention from the child.

It was only a matter of time before the other Darkside cookies became aware of the boy's presence.

Red Velvet was needed in other areas all of the time. However, all things considered, the least the man could do was leave his trusty cake hound with the boy. It would ensure the others would be less tempted to do anything.

Poison Mushroom wouldn't really be too much of a problem. Neither would Dark Choco, unless he had a relapse of some sort.

However, Pomegranate, and Licorice, on the other hand- they were a completely different ball of wax...

Pomegranate was manipulative, and she had her way around the mind. She knew how to mess with others, and with Gingerbrave being the prisoner, he wouldn't be able to say anything and have anyone care. That meant, that if she were in a bad enough mood, Pomegranate would likely be able to do anything she really wanted.

Licorice, well- that man really was something. The black haired cookie was obsessive with certain topics, and he would often become agitated, or over-active when certain things became a topic. He was also highly judgemental, and a bit self centered, though, of all the cookies, Licorice was one of the ones that were the most ... 'approachable'.

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Within the boring, slightly dampened cell, Gingerbrave leans against the wall, his eyes staring to the floor.

He had been hard at work, trying to assimilate a plan, or something.

Anything...

On top of that... all of his hope of possibly being able to get out of this cell... get home... and be free of that voice had been shattered hours ago. As if it were mocking him, and his hopeful nature.

The voice was null, at first. Not there. There was no need for panic, or worry.

Gingerbrave had been in these situations before, right?

Trapped.. no way out... worried about others elsewhere.

He just hoped that the kingdom was not tearing itself apart.. he could just wish, and hope.

'Come on, are you going to sulk in here forever?' the voice let out a whining voice, seeming to once again be mocking the child. It was amused... he could tell that much. That, in turn, only made Gingerbrave grunt, and lean his head down onto his knees, a low pounding starting to overtake his temples.

Considering it now... it was a good thing he wasn't talking to the darksides. Hopefully, with less close exposure.. will keep them from being affected. He didn't need them to become nonsensibly aggressive like the other Kingdom Cookies had become.

Though, he didn't even know how the voices powers worked.

Hell, Gingerbrave was nearly positive that the voice had not even shown all of it's abilities yet. He couldn't talk to it... that thing was a liar. Who knew what was true, and what was false...