A Light's Blackout - OC x Cookie Run

The Darkness

The scene unfurled like a nightmare spun into reality, as the once majestic Crème Republic lay in utter ruin, its grandeur shattered beneath the relentless tyranny of Dark Enchantress Cookie. The city now languished under a sinister pall cast by its new ruler.

The skies, once painted with hues of azure, now bore witness to the manifestation of the city's torment. A thick blanket of clouds, ominous and suffused with a deep crimson hue, hung oppressively overhead, as though the very heavens wept strawberry jam in mourning for the fallen Republic.

A baleful red light bathed the city's streets, casting long, eerie shadows that danced with malevolent intent.

The air resonated with the anguished cries of Crème Republic's inhabitants, a cacophony of terror and despair that echoed through the desecrated streets for miles around.

Panic gripped the populace, their desperate flight a testament to the sheer terror that gripped their hearts. They fled in droves, their prayers whispered fervently to unseen gods, begging for deliverance from the encroaching darkness.

Amidst the chaos, Dark Enchantress Cookie reveled in her triumph, her chilling laughter cutting through the tumult like a scythe through wheat. She stood amidst the chaos, a sinister figure wreathed in dark magic, her eyes alight with unholy glee.

This was her moment of vindication, the culmination of a vendetta centuries in the making. And yet, even as the city burned at her command, her ambitions soared ever higher, fueled by an insatiable hunger for power.

"The Republic is being laid to waste before our very eyes...!" Clotted Cream's voice trembled with a mixture of horror and disbelief as he bore witness to the devastation unfolding before him. "The Republic is being laid to waste before our very eyes...! The one who sparked the Dark Flour War... The one who defeated the Ancient Heroes, single-handedly... And she is here... raining destruction upon our city!"

"CONSUL, SIR! Snap out of it!" Financier's urgent cry pierced through the haze of Clotted Cream's thoughts, her voice laden with determination as she shook him from his stupor. "We must stay calm and think rationally! The Cookies of the Crème Republic need our aid!"

Clotted Cream blinked, his senses gradually returning to him as he focused on Financier's resolute expression. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon him, the enormity of the threat before them unlike anything he had ever encountered. With a steadying breath, he composed himself, drawing upon his inner strength to face the impending onslaught.

"Ser Financier Cookie...! I... I... Thank you for returning me to my senses." Clotted Cream's voice was tinged with gratitude as he acknowledged her intervention. "The sheer power before us is nothing like I've ever seen."

As he spoke, Clotted Cream's resolve solidified, his mind already strategizing the defense of the Crème Republic. "I shall command the Pearl Legion myself. You must lead the Paladins and cover the rear!"

Financier nodded sharply, her determination unwavering as she prepared to lead her fellow Paladins into battle. "Yes, sir!" She affirmed, her salute crisp and decisive.

With their roles established, Clotted Cream and Financier assumed their positions, each taking command of their respective troops with a sense of duty and purpose. Before them lay the daunting task of confronting the enemy, but they were undeterred in their commitment to defend their homeland.

As Clotted Cream addressed the Pearl Legion, his voice rang out with authority, commanding attention amidst the chaos that surrounded them. "Pearl Legion! Report!" He shouted, his tone unwavering despite the gravity of the situation.

A soldier stepped forward, his expression grave as he delivered his assessment of the situation. "The seas bordering the Lower City are boiling and churning..." They began, their words punctuated by the urgency of the moment." Foul beasts as dark as the night are emerging from the waves. They seem to be able to change shape and form at will! And the foul monsters are enormous! It's like the monsters are made of tar. Many light Cookies are becoming stuck to its viscous skin."