As Brave fell into the ultimate dough, he felt suffocated. The witches are baking the damn dough he has fallen into. It was very uncomfortable, he hated the darkness ever since he was young, and that's how he developed his fire powers, but his ice powers came out of nowhere. Even if he couldn't move his body, he should be able to cast them."...HUH?" he couldn't use his fire powers? Now that he thought about it, it was the cookies who potrayed the witches as gods.
In the metal tray he could see countless struggling Cake Monsters, burnt Cookies, melted sugar... Since when this scene became familiar? How long has he been there?
Nearby, he saw a weird, crispy lump of dough. He ignored it as he looked for a weapon to use and destroy those damn huge doors.
And what an interesting fork he found! No matter, he has more important things to do right now, and his desire to seek revenge roared inside him: the witches have been avoiding death for too long...
The witches noticed that a red lights came from the oven, but when they were about to check, it was too late...
"YOU FALSE GODS SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD BY NOW, YOU WILL LEARN TO FEAR ME, DARK SORCERER COOKIE, THE SLAYER OF YOUR MERE EXISTENCES AS FALSE GODS!"
"CORRUPT BEINGS, YOUR LIFE FORCE WILL BE FED TO MY CAKE ARMY, ARISE FORGOTTEN DESSERTS! IT'S TIME FOR COOKIEKIND TO ENTER A NEW ERA!"
The Witches Castle, where the witches gather, has never been so silent. Especially during the night of the witches...
"Dark...Sorcerer cookie..?" A small Cookie with a crimson dough walked toward him.
"Ah! Yes... That's my 'name', I see you were left without an arm... Those careless beings... Here, a gift. Reject it if you want, you're too weak to stand in my way."
The new reborn cookie then saw, in a corner, there was a gingerbread cookie, and the gingerbread looked very similar to who he used to be.
"If to reach my goal means to let go of my past... I will..."
The armored Cookie mumbled as he left the Witches Castle, destroying every minion of the witches in his path. Except that he didn't notice a pair of Cookies wandering around the kitchen...
(Lol a smol emo Gingerbrave and a normal Gingerbrave, both 14 y/o side-by-side and you wouldn't recognise them if it wansn't for the hair)
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The Rebirth of the Phoenix
FanfictionOnce upon a time, a vanillan king, a fae queen, and their gingerbread son had peaceful lives. In a faithful night, a trajedy occurred... What's the worst that happened? The fall of a prince, a missing queen, and a slumbering king... and the rebirth...
