pls lemme write oneshots with coo🅱️ies

•*°*• 7. Angst(?) •*°*•

Requested by : heydudesimtrash
Specifities : None... :) 

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The sun stroke down on every cookie's heads today. For the inhabitants of the Tropical Soda Archipelago, it was just another regular day -- quiet and peaceful. On this another regular day, the one and only guide -- Mango Cookie ! -- paddled off the seas to make his daily routine. He went on every island to check how the fauna and flora was doing on each of them.   He would even sometimes water some plants with his watering can from the very waters of these seas -- that he would filtrate himself ! Now he was done taking care of them, he waved them off before he paddled off from the shore. He let himself carried by the waves now. He hummed. Nothing but the calming sound of the waves rolling... 

Then, soft drums. He could hear them from afar. He stood up. Fish were dancing around his canoe. They all seemed to dance in sync with a choreography they displayed. Mango knew what these meant. He hurried and paddled faster, till he arrived to a small piece of land. Here was standing another cookie, with spiky green hair and a pair of ocean blue eyes. He was tapping his djembe, composing a melody that could attract any cookie to him. Then, he stopped. Now he spotted Mango in front of him, he waved at him. The other cookie gladly waved back.

''Hi Arty !'' he greeted.

''Sup Mango. Doing another tour today ?''

''Yes ! You know, I'm only checking on our beautiful islands ! So they shine as new !''

''Totally ! This place is so quiet... nothing would ever disturb it, not even the dra...!'' he lowered his head down the water, only to see something odd floating on the water surface. It was rougly shaped, but you could recognize the shape of a bottle. They saw it bumping gently against Mango's canoe. He picked it up.

''W... What is that thing ?'' he asked the other cookie, bewildered.

''I... I'm not sure, but what I can tell is that it's not coming from any island at all.''

''But then, where could it be coming from....? O-Oh no, Arty ! There's more coming !''

They both looked to the side. True to Mango's words, more objects like the bottle were surfing to the archipelago. Cardboard, plastic, even metal came in waves to the sacred place. Mango screamed. It was the first time he witnessed such an atrocity happening right before his eyes, and he felt so weak to the overwherlment coming right to him. Artichoke's eyes widen. Him, neither, wasn't ready for what had to come here. It arrived all so suddenly, and nobody ever was prepared to welcome another threat on the once quiet and peaceful Tropical Soda Archipelago.

''Q-Quick, Mango ! Let's ride your canoe so we can see what's happenin' !'' he jumped into it, and Mango quickly obeyed to paddle as fast as he could. He then made it to the source of the detritus : nowhere. 

''It feels like we're sailing miles away from the shore...! And there's more coming by !'' Mango cried.

''Holy skittles, we're never gonna make it to the core...! Quick, let's go back to the islands !''

''O-Okay !'' 

But it was too late. 

Despite Mango's hurried maneuver back to his homeplace, it was too late. The mysterious objects have already infested the clear waters of the archipelago, turning them tern. Less pleasant. The badum rays that dared swiming too close from the biggest ones were tangled in it, struggling till tiresome to get out of them. Those who tried swallowing the smallest choked themselves in their attempt. Such a sight could only procure shock to the cookies, that felt the air of nostalgia growing around them. The memory of a calming place was now so far from them.

''We... we didn't make it...'' Mango felt tears growing in his eyes. ''What... what happened to our beautiful, treasured island...? Why is it so unpleasing to see it ?''

''... I know what it is,'' Artichoke suddenly said, rubbing on Mango's back. He then clenched his teeth. ''Cookies that dare polluate our precious oceans by throwing their trash in there.''

''Y-You know about it...?''

''Yes. I used to live in a town, before cutting ties and landing here. I saw them, the many cookies that were too lazy to ever reach the trash can and threw their detritus away, on the soil, or even the water...!'' he tightened his fists. ''They're gonna pay for this.''

''Arty...'' he narrowed himself closer to the other cookie, in a cuddle. ''I'm scared...''

''Don't worry. We're going to take care of this.'' 

''But... how ?''

''Don't you have a net around ? We're going to use it to try and catch the biggest part of them.''

''O-Okay... good idea, Arty !''

And together, they worked hard on the cleansing of the shores of the islands, in a hope that they would shine as new again.

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Little PSA before you go : Remember to put your detritus into the trashcan and recyle them when you can. Our planet matters. We count on everyone to make sure our lans are preserved, and our seas are always clean. So even the calmest piece of island can be spared from atrocities like this one, in our story.

Thank you. <3