Taking Back What's Ours || Cookie Run AU

Chapter 6

Everything is white. The space around him feels infinite, no walls are restricting movement. A cold breeze flows gently, shivering sensations are sent throughout his dough.

Clover walks through the white space aimlessly. He's confused, but he's not troubled in any way. The void in his core feels so peaceful and relieved, not a single bad emotion taints it.

Is this what happens after death? Judging by how he remembers being dead in the first place scares him because of the pain and the realization that he isn't breathing anymore. Guess that's part of the process.

After walking for what seems like hours... maybe days... he stops in his tracks. He looks around him, which is just white. No sounds or any signs of movement anywhere other than the sound and chill of the cold air. You can say that it's pretty lonely in there.

Well, that is until he turns around to see a newly-baked cookie with fluffy white hair looking back at him. The cookie's face isn't visible, with it being replaced by a blinding light.

They look curious as they keep tilting their head at the sight of Clover. "What happened in your adventure, mister?" the little cookie asks shyly. Clover is taken aback after hearing the words, recognizing them somehow.

"I hope it's not too short... it's not short, right?" the little cookie asks again, excited to hear what Clover has to say. Clover's heart drops, he didn't want to end his journey that way, but even with all that luck in his life, there are bound to be misfortunes along the way.

He blinks his eyes to get rid of any potential tears building up and kneels to be even with the little cookie's height. The little cookie on the other hand puts their hand together in anticipation and excitement. "Well..." Clover shuts his mouth. He doesn't know what to say.

The breeze gets stronger as it blows on their faces. The little cookie watches in anticipation and eventually perks up as if hearing a noise. Eventually, Clover hears it too, a very quiet mumble that he may or may not recognize.

"Oh, sounds like your adventure still has something up its sleeves! Hehe, it can be unpredictable like that sometimes, right mama?" the little cookie looks over to their left, Clover following his gaze.

A cookie with a long white braid stands by, waiting. Clover couldn't see her face well due to her seemingly covering most of it up with a long dark hooded cape, but he can see her small smile forming.

Eventually, she kneels to greet the little cookie with a hug. They seem so happy together, something Clover is jealous of deep down. Not only that, he smells her familiar scent, something reminiscent of the past.

A past he wishes stayed forever before it all happened.

Then the little cookie waves their hand at Clover before leaving with their mother, traveling further into the infinite white space. Clover subconsciously reaches his right hand as they walk further away, only to drop it when he caught himself doing it.

The white space slowly crumbles like glass, revealing a pitch-black space that slowly glows orange. Eventually, every sensation appears; the pain in his chest when he tries to take a small breath, his eyes getting blinded by an orange glow, the warm breeze on his dough, the mumbling chatters. Clover can feel and hear all of it.

Looks like he's waking up.

♧ CLOVER'S POV ♧

The light blinds him as he slightly opens his heavy eyes. Lifting his right arm to cover it feels like a hard chore when he does it. With the light not blinding him anymore, he's capable to open his eyes with ease.