(WIP) Dream au dump (cookie run)

Chills down your spine.

The sky was pitch black dark, the wind was blowing cold, the mountains were silent. The only thing you could hear were Cotton's steps alongside her heavy breathing over the breeze and snowflakes going directly at her as she struggled to keep her eyes open and lead the sheeps the path. She held on tight, her will and determination being as bright as the flame in her lantern that wouldn't cease to die out anytime soon. That was enough to keep her warm, she told herself. The sheep were taking weak steps, Cotton made sure to look back once in a while to reassure herself that they weren't being left behind. She was not going to lose another sheep in these trying times. She kept on going as she could barely feel her face when suddenly, she heard a wolf's howl in the distance. This noise immediately caught her and the flock's attention as they all looked towards where the sound might be coming from, feared. It didn't sound like any other regular wolf's howl, this one sounded more off. More eerie? Maybe even like if it were straight from a nightmare. She examined the area in which the howl came from, the mountains were still and there was no cookie nor cakehound to be spotted despite the amount of snowflakes falling down, blocking her vision slightly.

"Heellooo there, little lammbbbb...~" said the soft spoken yet very eerie and unfamiliar voice, Cotton instantly turned back around to face what was in front of her. He was wearing a big cloak made out of sheep's fur and skin, almost identical to the sheeps the little sheep whisperer had with her. Almost a bit too identical. "Who are you? How did you get here? These mountains are way too freezing cold for someone wearing only a measly cloak like you!" Cotton's priorities weren't straight, she was unable to tell this was potentially dangerous due to the snow blinding her from seeing this figure to the full extent, it didn't help they had a distance from each other. "Me? Cold and freeze? Oh little lamb, I am not that weaaaaaak..~ See, we are very much alike! Whisperers in a way... . . Our determination stays strong and keeps us warm, doesn't it?..." He pointed at her lantern with his cake arm, his other, more cookie-like hand was holding his stick that was used to lead the little pack he had with him. His face was unsettling, his blue eyes glowing in the dark as it contrasted from the flame's lights, his eyeballs seemed to be missing pupils entirely. "I... guess so....." replied Cotton sheepishly, she may be slightly blinded but her gut feeling was screaming at her to back off. This wasn't any wolf you'd encounter out in the wild nor was it any friendly old whisperer. 

The figure's eyes enlightened as it saw her alert her sheep to back off while she took a few steps back herself; "What are you doing, little light? Are you scaaaaaareddd?...~" his voice echoed through her mind. Scared? Her? Most certainly but she isn't going to express her fear now. One instance of her guard being down and she was going to be dead meat. She squinted her eyes as she was trying to examine him to determine her next move, she noticed he wasn't moving. It was staying still, back straight, eyes wide and a big, big unsettling toothy grin. It took a step, his pack of small cakehounds appearing behind him from the darkness itself. They were wearing little handmade coats that were also made of sheep. 

"Come on Cotton..... don't make this any hard than it has to be for a little ol' sheep collector like meeee...~ Hand me one of yours and I'll leave you at peace.....~" Shivers went down her spine as he called her name, a look of terror was on her face as her body was trembling from the cold and fear. "You.... You know my.... name? What truly are you....?" He looked amused by that question, the fear was getting him all excited for the feast he was about to have with his pack of cakehounds. The thought alone made him clench his staff in excitement. "I'm the reason you walk alone, scared to lose a sheep my dear...~" Cotton couldn't tell but he was eyeing her flock with hunger in his cold, dead but glowing eyes. "You.... You're the reason I've had sheep gone missing....?" Her voice was shaking and her breathing was getting louder, she was terrified as she could barely walk back anymore. It was approaching slowly but impatiently. "I am simply satisfying my hunger, you probably understand that..." he was close to her face, forcing eye contact as he cupped her face with his cakehound hand. She could feel his claws digging into her skin. "You look like quite the meal, I wonder how your face would feel between my fangs..." 

He grinned even wider, showing his sharp like wolf teeth. His canine-like face was easily more distinguishable now that he had her in place before suddenly, the figure could feel a snowball hit the back of his head. He immediately turned around, his cloak's hood coming off and his ears being up straight, the cold that was now running down his back seemingly didn't phase it. "WHO GOES THERE." He growled out loud while keeping Cotton hostage with his strong grip. It was examining the area and saw a figure that was getting up from picking up more snow and formed yet another snowball. As Cotton's supposed savior spoke, she immediately recognized the familiar voice; "You will leave that poor gal alone before I turn this place into a carnage." Crunchy Chip yelled out, pointing right at it before throwing his other snowball right at its face. The figure got mad as it threw Cotton onto the ground, her entire body trembling as she remarked blood on the snow. It seems like her cheeks were clawed as he threw her on the white snowfield. The sheep immediately came to see if she was doing okay. It ordered its cakehounds to watch over the young sheepherder and her flock, making sure none of them got away as he got to take care of this mess. 

The snow that was on his face immediately melted and the predator got mad, very mad. Crunchy Chip took his stance, getting ready to pounce as he was approached by him. There was a good distance between the both of them. "You. You dare to come and interrupt my little dinner time? You dare get caught in the crossfire of my pack's feast?" it glared right into his soul, seemingly holding back the urges to just tear him apart in front of his little friend. "You're messing with the wrong cream wolf, I'm going to leave you blind and mutilated for even daring to cross paths with my friend." Crunchy growled in retaliation, he wasn't going to stand there and watch his friend get hurt like that. He had his claws out, he was ready for anything. "I'd like to see you try." That sentence alone made Crunchy react, immediately pouncing onto his target. In the blink of an eye, he was surprised when it caught his hand mid swing. His claws being near close to his face. 

This immediately made Crunchy get caught off guard. His cakehound grip was far stronger than what he had anticipated from appearance alone. The creature's cakehound claws were digging into his skin, even harder than when it was infiltrating Cotton's. He was staring down at the hand he had just caught that was trying to harm him, unamused. "Aren't you quite the fascinating pup? What was this attempt supposed to be? An attack?" His eyes shifted towards Crunchy himself, glaring right into his. It could smell his fear as he tried to remain tough and tried to get his arm out of his grip with little to no success. "Isn't that funny, the self proclaimed lone DOG couldn't even strike the big bad wolf." He pulled on his arm, making him get closer to him as he positioned his arm to be like a stick in his hands, applying pressure with his grip. "It would be such a shame if I gave you a reason to go back to your pathetic excuse of a pack." The predator shot a very big grin, seeing Crunchy muttering no under his breath repeatedly while shaking was such an amusing sight. He could see the tears forming in his eyes as he applied pressure onto his arm before suddenly; CRACK.