Leaves fall around the old ruined building as the sky grew impossibly darker. It had been many years since Enchantress had visited this desolate labratory among the lost souls and curious minds of her former professors, but she had a mission. The observitorys's walls were crumbling and everything was a mess. Barely suitable.
Old books were scattered across every surface, and ingredient spills cover all other areas of the once wonderful place.
A small voice perks up behind her.
"Whawre are we moma?" The small purple cookie chimes, innocent bug eyes looking up to her and into her very soul jam. It makes her gut twist just a little, the last loose end of her past...
There was no turning back now. He must be taken care of.
"Its master, love. Now come along my littlest, its time for you to rest," she says as she gently takes the genderless child.
She found them among the forest and fauna almost two years ago, the little fungus cookie intreging her. They were slow and barely able to hold a conversation when she found him, before her rebirth. It turned out due to their main ingrediant being mushrooms, they are inherently less intelligent in certain areas, but she found his strengths and nurtured them. Now they are able to perform basic magic and love drawing and playing.
She left them behind when she went to the feast of the witches.
They still regonized her somehow. They knew, somewhere in the darkness, was the cookie they loved and cared for.
And that cookie doesn't want them to see the last hours of their kingdom.
"Mastwer??"
"Yes, Mushroom?" She set the smaller onto the soft pillow, hands shaking just slightly.
"You will come backs for meh, rwigt?"
"Of course. Now go to sleep, and when you wake up, we will be closer to victory."
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Pomegranate didn't truly understand why her master required her to fetch a sleeping child from the ruins of her past laboratory, but she was in no place to judge the plans of her superior.
The small cookie looked no older than 8 when she found them asleep in the old building, encased in crystal and vines. They fell away with ease under her power of course, unlike her master's bindings.
Upon waking, the child questioned her about its master. Pomegranate didn't waste breath explaining, just that they would meet soon.
Perhaps master also cooked up this cookie..?
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Cookies of darkness: oneshots
Fanfiction**Cover art is mine** A mixed bowl of all my head cannons and angst that has nowhere to go. In the future, there may be warnings in some chapters. Requests are very very welcome. #65 in CRY as of December 6 #35 in CAKE as of December 6
