A Special Type Of Gnache (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter Four: Impact

Wildberry's Point Of View:

"Listen Wildberry... I know you're going to be upset but..." she looks at me with a loss of words.

I've never seen a stare this... deep. Her eyes were dark and dull. Her eyes were distraught with color, and unlighted with disappointment. Her eyes weren't the shiny and glowing ones that she always wears around the kingdom. She's staring at me like I lost a war, she's looking at me like I just got robbed with despair, and she's looking at me like I got into some heartbreak.

"What happened hollyberry cookie? I'm so excited! You never come and visit random cookies houses! Unfortunately, my parents are not home... but I'll tell them you dropped by when they come back!"

Her eyes seem to even darken more once I said that statement. She looks down on her feet as she carries her shield to the middle of her knees lowering it. After that, she looks up to me with despair.

"Wildberry cookie, your parents are dead...."

...

The smell of warm, delicate food enter my nostrils as the scent lingers life to my soul. It smells good, and well made even. It seems like the person making this food was very experienced with cooking.

Wait... Where am I?

I opened my eyes slowly, my vision on the right was blocked.

Is my eye missing? Why can't I open my right eye?

Next thing that felt weird was feeling really oddly cold.

Then I realized I was staring at my unarmored chest and arm piece. My glove was missing also.

Where the fucks my clothes.

WHY AM I IN THE WOODS?!

The dirt floor I was looking down on made me shoot my head up. When I shot my head up, I saw three things: my armor on the floor the right side of the stump next to me, some shirtless dark cocoa skin manned cooking food with clothes wrapping around his waist, and a bunch of wolves sleeping in a rusted broken pen in peace.

I was so confused. Not only was I wearing no clothes except for my lower area covering my private parts, or in the middle of the woods, or another cookie fucking shirtless making food, or so much wolves in a gated square, it's just that I don't remember how did I get here.

"Look who's awake..." the cookie turned around to me with a deep glare that can cut a whole tree.

He got bright yellow eyes that remind me of shiny lemons that just got picked off a tree. The man has white and black hair colored strands which remind me of an oreo, a famous cookie around the world. His skin was a rich, dark brown, as he has two triangular like scars on the left and right of his cheek. On the lower part of his neck is his chest which has flat, lean, pecs with a solid four pack in build. He has dark brown scars of big and small scratch claw marks all around his back and front where his v line print shows in clear vision from a far. He also got some white hairs near his lower waist area, probably pubic hair of some sorts.

"Where am I?!" I say, getting up, walking towards the cookie, "Hey, you, who the fuck are you and why am I here-"

He stared back at the food, totally ignoring me. The man started setting up the food and putting it in different baskets on a table. His gaze looked disappointed, but he continued to cook the food. Based on the appearance, I can identify hearthy rye, golden croissants, bear jelly burgers, hot jelly stew, and a certain bottle of liquid I can't identify. While he was slicing the butter, he looked up from his station and gazed to the left at his wolves sleeping. Then, he looks up at me, with the same terrifying glare.