Fragments - A Cookie Run Fanfiction

Chapter Forty-One: Creations

((I'm not like other girls..... I got SNAKE ARMS))

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After a while of chatting together about some of the stuff that Licorice kept in his alchemists cabinet, both the gray skinned man, and polite- but spirited child were in silence. Gingerbrave have dragged the beanbag chair closer to the pot, so he could see better, and Licoirce set up several other ingredients as he waited.

The more jars or miniature bottles he brought out- the more Gingerbrave could see a theme.

Licorice seemed to really like granulated or powdered minerals. Powders and salts of many kinds associated with crushed gemstones, rocks, and metals. Other things that were common among his collection were curshed, dried flowers.

Watching in intent silence, the brave child observed as the gray-skinned magic-enthusiast was hard at work. Measuring out several gemstone powders, and also putting them into the pot. The liquid within it flashed in different colors, the feeling of the room progressively got colder, the more he put into the cauldron.

It was fun, strangely. Small ramblings, and a lot of movement. The colors were alluring, in a way.

Within an unknown amount of time, Licorice stepped back from the used cauldron, which was now starting to overflow with a strange weighted mist- that sunk to the floor, as if it were water.

Gingerbrave didn't touch it, but he was sure, if he had- it would feel like air.

The black haired man seemed enthralled, he kept ahold of his scythe, and walked in the general direction of the child- placing himself between the slightly shaded figure that was starting to rise from the pot- and his 'audience'.

Of course, the curious boy peered around Licorice, still curious, and astounded. However, he made sure not to make himself too visible, just in case there was a reason the older man had put himself there.

The figure rising from the pot was made of bones, of some kind- and bore a lanky-ish body. It remembered Gingerbrave of the few snakes he had seen from time to time- constructed of taffy, and malluble sour candies.

Both the Dark Magic Artist and his adolescent audience spectated in interest, and amazement.

The skeletal form that was still slowly rising from the pot was thin, and after it had stopped moving in it's slow, nearly graceful ascending motion- it quickly turned it's head toward the creator, and the spectator.

Instantly, Licorice was on guard. After all, it was still black magic he was working with- he needed to be sure to keep himself safe, in case it showed any signs of open hostility. So far, it appeared more curious than anything- but the intelligence of strange forms created synthetically are never to be underestimated.

The serpent-like skeleton's empty eyes, and crimson stained bones made it appear ominous- even in such a state of wonder.

Licorice made no sudden movements. Moving suddenly is a big mistake a lot of people make when encountering animals of that sort. Though the biological composition may be different, they still often share similar means of survival, communication, and general existence.

The gray skinned man could only hope it would be somewhat similar for an artificial existence.

The serpent slithered over the edge of the cauldron, revealing it's body to be quite long. If Licorice could estimate, it would have been about 4 meters in length, but it was partially dark, and he wasn't always the best with measurements.

After most of it was resting on the cold floor, the serpent slowly rose and rested it's head above the two cookies that were there observing it. It seemed more interested, then angered. It wasn't ready to strike.