A cookie's morning routine is simple. Wake up, same as you, get cleaned up, go and have some hyper-specific jellies for breakfast, then go out to whatever job the cookie works at. Gingerbrave is an average young cookie. Although he'd been running the longest, there wasn't much about him that stood out... Except for the fact that he was just about the only plain gingerbread cookie around, aside from GingerBright. He didn't mind this. He spends his mornings out running. For what, exactly, though? Running is all he's ever known. He ran to survive, until he'd run for the love of it, when the danger was gone.
...But that's not the point. The point is, today's run was pretty sucky. So, naturally, Gingerbrave spent the remainder of his day a little worn out. He sat around outside, sighing. "Gingerbrave, you appear unhappy. What's the problem?" Gingerbrave looked at Ninja Cookie, whom he hadn't realized was there. "Oh, uh... Bad run is all." "Would you like to complain about it?" "Oh, absolutely. I was so tired. My jumps didn't seem like enough to clear some of those hole-" "Holes? Bring Little Ghost with you." "Huh?" "My combi pet. They can pull you up if you fall. You won't have to spend any tickets, not unless you spend all their lifts."
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"You know what, Ninja, that... doesn't sound like a bad idea." Gingerbrave nodded, his hand on his chin. He stood up. Ninja Cookie took his hand. "Come. We will go retrieve them"
...And then they traveled for a distance. Through twists and turns, jumps and leaps. Gingerbrave clung to Ninja Cookie, as he was unable to do nearly as many jumps. He didn't know the way- he just invested trust in Ninja Cookie to carry him there.
Gingerbrave hardly saw the journey. He squinted almost the entire time. He just heard the wind in his..... Well, he heard the wind.
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They arrived to a small secret cranny in a swift landing, upon which Gingerbrave got off. On a ledge on the wall slept Little Ghost, clutching a large lollipop tightly. A precious sight to see- they rested so soundly. Gingerbrave couldn't help but smile.
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