Fragments - A Cookie Run Fanfiction

Chapter Fifty-Nine: Repulse

// *Honk* *Honk* *Honk* *Honk*//

//"I've been feelin' fiiiiine//

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The entire world was shaking. Everything felt as though it was going to crumble right under their feet. The observers- consisting of the Cookies of Darkness, and the restless Gingerbrave felt the rumblings.

The child was sobbing into the arm of Dark Choco, who was still carrying him. His body shook and trembled with the world, unsteady. The man could tell that Gingerbrave was having a very hard time breathing.

"Dark Enchantress, we need to get out of here, now." he simply stated, before bringing his cloak to the front of himself, and wrapping it around the child, in hopes that the feeling of pressure and warmth would bring a little comfort. "He is having a hard time breathing, he may be on the verge of hyperventilation."

The tall, purple skinned woman sighed, before she nodded. Holding up her sceptre, the woman slammed it onto the ground, before the 'memory' around them shattered, and they were all sent into another feeling of falling.

It took mere miliseconds this time. After being released for the mess of a waking nightmare, the darksides all opened their eyes. Looking to Gingerbrave, who was on the table, they all walked closer and watched him for a second.

The child was starting to breathe fast, bringing his arms up to his face as he covered all of his features. He didn't look at them, and when he did start to cry, almost nothing escaped him.

The child had been too emotionally taxed already. He didn't have the energy to cry, or sob. He didn't have anything left.

"He needs rest..." Dark Enchantress started to speak, before Pomegranate interjected. "I'll take him to the sofa. However, after that, I get the feeling we all need to talk. Do I just take him to the sofa in the meeting room?" The red haired woman walked toward Gingerbrave, before gently picking the child up.

"Yes, that will be fine. Let us get going." the leader of the Cookies of Darkness had a million things running through her mind. There were tangs of guilt that she didn't know she would ever feel. There was anger, and disgust. She was repulsed and disturbed by everything she had just seen.

Eyes going over to look at the child that rested in the arms of the other woman, Dark Enchantress found herself nothing short of pensive.

A child, robbed of almost all of his siblings within a single hour of being alive. Burned, and half suffocated while that happened. Escaping with his last remaining sibling, just to watch a child, seen as younger than himself- getting bit in half by the one that had created them.

She didn't understand it.

Just how did this child manage to hide his trauma? His walls were crumbling fast, but before this unknown spiritual entity had caused him problems, they were made of steel. Unable to be taken down or collapsed by anyone or anything, it seemed.

Somehow, this also made things make much more sense.

Every confrontation that the Cookies of Darkness had with the Kingdom Dwelling Party, Gingerbrave was always in the lead.

Always.

She had recalled on numerous accounts that the other cookie children had shown up to battles, especially if they were not initially considered to be serious. However, whenever facing off against large hordes of enemies, or one of the Cookies of Darkness themselves, the other children were almost always pushed off to the side.

All in the the name of keeping them safe. Away from danger.

It took the woman a moment to realize that they had finally reached the meeting room. Brave was set down on the nearby sofa that was next to the door into the room. Pomegranate and the other Dark Sides were at their chairs, sitting in silence.

They didn't seem to be interested in talking to each other.

Glancing around the meeting table, it was clear to see that the fellow Cookies of Darkness were disturbed. Eventually, there was the sound of slight slamming. All eyes went over to Red Velvet, who's eyes were closed at the moment. However, the large white and red cake arm that the man sported had slammed into the nearby wall- leaving a big crack in the surface.

"... Sorry. I'll fix it later..." the soldier muttered.

Not bothering to be upset, Dark Enchantress nodded. Just as she was about to start talking there was the sound of scratching on the nearby door. Despite the door being open, the pawing at the doorframe was still present- along with the sound of whining.

There was Chiffon, whining from the doorway as he tried to step into the room, but stopped himself.

That would imply that, normally, he was not allowed inside of that room, especially if it were being used. There was a couple silent glances around the room as the Dark Sides all looked at each other. The woman in charge onyl closed her eyes for a second.

"Come in, Chiffon." she stated.

Padding at the doorway a second more, the cake hound quickly trot into the room, making his way toward the sofa where Gingerbrave was resting. Letting out a gentle whimper, the hound brought his face closer, before curling up right under the child.

"I think we all know why we are here." Dark Enchantress stated to her followers, before folding her hands over her lap. The chair behind her supporting her scepter as a looked of shaded disgust passed over her expression.

Pomegranate looked away, folding her own hands over her lap as well. Red Velvet grit his teeth, and he slammed his arm down on his leg- to try and prevent causing more wall damages. Licorice was unnerved, and constantly avoided eye contact- in favor of looking down at one of his spell books that rest on the table in front of him.

Words had yet to be said by anyone. The awkwardness, or anger that seeped from them like water. One could hear a pin drop on a plush carpet, the room was so quiet.

Purple Mushroom gently traced their fingers over a purple-capped, spotted shroomy that rested on the table and Dark Choco simply kept his hands over his knees as he leaned off of his chair.

The expression of Dark Choco was unreadable, trained into neutrality as he ignored some of the noises around himself.

"I'm surprised he hasn't went off his rocker already..." Licorice stated as he looked to the side, letting the cover of a book that he was playing with fall back over the front page of the condensed literature. "Sometimes, it's easy to forget just how awful some of these events can be."

There was more silence among them. They all seemed to be at a loss for words.

With a firm sigh, Dark Choco eventually spoke up.

"That child in the nightcap. He was the one that was lingering over Gingerbrave when we entered his mental scape the first time. I think we already know that this begs a single question...." The former son of Dark Cocao paused, knowing well someone was going to finish for him.

"Why was that child the one that was tormenting him?"

((To Be Continued)