CRK oneshots lmao

♧"Red Tainted Velvet."

𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢 & 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝚅𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚝
𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎
-𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡
-𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝
𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

~~♧~~

Midnight, on a Red Moon.
Cake bits scattered along the lined floors, all shot down with cold metal.
There was cherry jam running along the floor, bleeding from the crumbled bodies of once energetic and playful Cake Hounds.

Heeled shoes loudly echoed throughout the tower, the one who struck down the cakes persistent on putting an end to their wrongdoings.

"Begone, creatures of the hells!"
A woman yelled out as she shot down a hound once again, the jam and cake bits scattering across the area.

"Witches..This place is filthy."
She mumbled out, reaching up to adjust her veil.

Continuing her way through the tower, and slaughtering any hounds or beasts that appeared, she finally reached the top.

"Ah..There it is. The Factory.."
She stared up at the towering area.
It was as if the blood of other people had been used to paint the area, it seemed.

Too focused on the surrounding area, she didn't notice the loud footsteps approaching rapidly.

"You! What is your purpose to be here?"
A man yelled out, as she turned around to see who it was.

There was somehow a light breeze, causing his crimson hair to blow lightly in the wind, his left eye seeming like it bled a deep, dark black blood.
And his arm.
Oh, his arm. It looked like it had been stitched together violently, like someone desperately trying to put it together.
It was put together with what seemed like the blood and flesh of deceased cakes. Like someone viciously murdered them and turned them into a limb.

She looked at him, a slight terror in her eyes as he glared at her for being on the territory of the cakes.

"I, am Pastry Cookie, a loyal follower to The Witches!"
"And you, cake beast, do not deserve to walk this sacred territory!"
Pastry yelled out.

"Your introduction is just as pathetic as you look."
He grumbled angrily.

"As expected from a cake monster. You shall taint these lands no more!"

Now, there wasn't just a slight breeze. It was blowing at a high speed, by now. Like the Gods knew.

"Well, I, am Red Velvet Cookie, and you have no right to trespass on my territory! How many of my hounds have you killed, witch?!"
Red Velvet hissed out at her, once a slight glare in his eye, now an absolute death glare.
As if he was plotting to attack.

"Hm. I have killed off the threat to our kingdom, I am simply doing the innocent a favor!"
...

"Doing them a favor by killing off innocent creatures?! They are innocent too, you know..!"
He yelled.

"I was sent here by faith itself! I am here to fulfil my duty and do as the witches say."
Her veil violently blew in the hot wind, as she took a battle stance, loading her bow.

"And I shall not be stopped by a creature like you!"
That was the last sentence said before she shot a metal arrow, aiming directly at Red Velvet's head.

He pulled out his weapon, swinging it and sending the arrow flying away from him.

"I see how it is."
He grumbled, charging at Pastry and preparing a swing to finish the job.

Dodging out of the way, she watched as the metal got stuck in the cake wall, and Red Velvet grumbling before pulling it from the wall.

Their battle only went on, the both of them getting more and more exhausted.

"Giving up, witch?"

"..Not a chance!"
As she shot yet another cold arrow, only this time, it barely missed.

..And another cold arrow was shot into the others chest within the second.

"Gah-!"
He kneeled to the ground, digging the weapon into the floor, and holding his cake hand over the wound.

"..I truly believed you saw a cookie in me..!"
Red Velvet tried to sympathize with the other.

"I did. Until you spoke of those cakes as if they were your family. Now, begone creature of the oven!"

Cherry jam splattering across the floors, tainting the tiles a velvet colour.

The battle is over.
He lay, lifeless, eyes closed and long, crimson hair spread around his body, bleeding onto the floors.

..Those tainted creatures are no more.

"My mission is completed.."
She mumbles, fixing up her ruffled bangs, and smoothing out her veil.

"..I must report to Reverend Mother, before more attack."

And as the sound of her heels fade out, there whines a small hound, nudging against its owner, hoping he may wake up.

May another come along, it hopes.
One who was as caring as him, before he was struck down.

But, it is all over.
As the Red Moon sets, and a day begins as one life ends.

~~♤~~

"My mission is complete, Mother."

"..Good job, my child. May those creatures never return to taint our land."
She smiled.

..A job well done.

~End.~