TW: nothing much, canon-typical violence.
There is an absolute shitton of dialogue in this chapter. I don't know why I write so much dialogue when it is one of the weakest parts of my writing. T-T.
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They ended up all traveling to meet the Dark Enchantress together. Dark Choco, as it turns out, had come back because their mistress had telepathically called for him several times. Pure Vanilla wished to avoid her but refused to let the prince go alone. Licorice and Strawberry Crepe naturally tagged along.
As they filtered into the meeting room, they were met with the sight of the Dark Enchantress and Pomegranate together. She stepped away from their master and stood to her side, the image of dignified subservience.
"You're late, Dark Choco cookie," the sorceress hummed.
The prince kneeled before her "I am, but I have a genuine reason for the delay."
Their master quirked an eyebrow. "Do you? Let's hear it, then. I shall decide whether your excuse has any weight."
"While at the Cake Tower, I had touched the white remains of a large creature without knowing that it contained cursed energy. It had interfered with my mental enchantments somehow and rendered me incredibly sick for a period of time. I had traveled back once I recovered enough for the journey, but only barely. That's why your summons went unanswered for so long." He breathed deeply. "Red Velvet can vouch for this."
Using the general's name was a smart choice, despite the hybrid being absent from the meeting. It made him appear credible, mostly because Red Velvet was the type who wouldn't dare lie to his mother.
"I had another bout of sickness while arriving and dropped my sword onto the teleporter, shattering it. Therefore, I could not reach the kingdom until Healer's party arrived and brought me up with them."
Dark Choco had definitely lied about the teleporter in some manner, but it was a small lie not worth confronting him about, so Pure Vanilla had let it be. He certainly wouldn't bring it up in front of the Dark Enchantress.
"So you had grazed the witches' bones somehow," the sorceress commented. "The trace of lingering curses on them could viably react to the enchantments. That must be what caused the sickness. The presence of my magic in your body likely amplified that effect since you failed to recognize the cursed magic as foreign. Yes, that's a possibility. I will not hold you at fault for being ill."
The prince exhaled in audible relief.
"However; touching strange remains in the first place, as well as breaking a useful implement, both demonstrate a lack of caution and common sense. You have been a great inconvenience as a result, so corrective behavior must be enforced."
"I will take care of it, Mistress." The priestess held up her mirror, ready to administer punishment.
"No."
She stopped, puzzled by the change in routine.
"You are not to touch him. In fact," she addressed all of them, "None of the cookies of darkness are henceforth allowed to harm Dark Choco in any fashion."
Everyone was shocked by the order.
Licorice and Strawberry Crepe started furiously whispering among themselves. Pomegranate grit her teeth and slinked back to her master's side. Dark Choco was the most stunned out of everyone, and it seemed like he was at a loss now that the normal proceedings had been tossed to the wind.
He gave the healer a questioning glance.
Pure Vanilla nodded. This was his doing.
"Settle down now," the Dark Enchantress said, "just because he is exempt from my priestess's thrall doesn't mean his foolish actions should go unpunished- only that someone else must carry it out.'
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Lily Flower
FanfictionSeeking the fleeting shadows of his old friend, Pure Vanilla joins the cookies of darkness. Unknown to him, they are a group of ragtag outcasts and damaged people, held together by mirrors and faded strings. His presence just happened to be the tipp...
