#cookie run gingerbrave angst

Three days passed slowly. Then again, with minmal leg room, sparse entertainment, and limited communication, the only thing the brave child COULD really do- was sleep. He was tired, a lot of the time. Energy that his body put into healing the damages was tiring. 

Leaning on the bars of the cell he was being held within, Gingerbrave gently slipped his hands through, and pet the cake hound that lie next to the cell. 

Chiffons’s tail wagged at the attention, before the hound moved a little closer to the bars, despite the fact that he was right up against them already. Licking the boys hand a couple times, the hound went back to relaxing, it’s eyes closing after a moment or two of more attention from the child. 

It was only a matter of time before the other Darkside cookies became aware of the boy’s presence. 

Red Velvet was needed in other areas all of the time. However, all things considered, the least the man could do was leave his trusty cake hound with the boy. It would ensure the others would be less tempted to do anything. 

Poison Mushroom wouldn’t really be too much of a problem. Neither would Dark Choco, unless he had a relapse of some sort. 

However, Pomegranate, and Licorice, on the other hand- they were a completely different ball of wax…

Pomegranate was manipulative, and she had her way around the mind. She knew how to mess with others, and with Gingerbrave being the prisoner, he wouldn’t be able to say anything and have anyone care. That meant, that if she were in a bad enough mood, Pomegranate would likely be able to do anything she really wanted. 

Licorice, well- that man really was something. The black haired cookie was obsessive with certain topics, and he would often become agitated, or over-active when certain things became a topic. He was also highly judgemental, and a bit self centered, though, of all the cookies, Licorice was one of the ones that were the most … ‘approachable’. 

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Within the boring, slightly dampened cell, Gingerbrave leans against the wall, his eyes staring to the floor. 

He had been hard at work, trying to assimilate a plan, or something. 

Anything…

On top of that… all of his hope of possibly being able to get out of this cell… get home… and be free of that voice had been shattered hours ago. As if it were mocking him, and his hopeful nature. 

The voice was null, at first. Not there. There was no need for panic, or worry. 

Gingerbrave had been in these situations before, right? 

Trapped.. no way out… worried about others elsewhere. 

He just hoped that the kingdom was not tearing itself apart.. he could just wish, and hope. 

'Come on, are you going to sulk in here forever?’ the voice let out a whining voice, seeming to once again be mocking the child. It was amused… he could tell that much. That, in turn, only made Gingerbrave grunt, and lean his head down onto his knees, a low pounding starting to overtake his temples. 

Considering it now… it was a good thing he wasn’t talking to the darksides. Hopefully, with less close exposure.. will keep them from being affected. He didn’t need them to become nonsensibly aggressive like the other Kingdom Cookies had become. 

Though, he didn’t even know how the voices powers worked. 

Hell, Gingerbrave was nearly positive that the voice had not even shown all of it’s abilities yet. He couldn’t talk to it… that thing was a liar. Who knew what was true, and what was false… 

'Ugh, stop thinking kid, you’re making my head hurt. Damn you’re do annoying.’ the voice complained again, sending another pulse of pressure through the boy’s temple. In turn, just to spite the voice, Gingerbrave started to think about more and more things. 

First, he would think about picking flowers, then jumping, then wondering about why the sky was blue, how flies without wings would probably be called 'Walks’ instead-

All of the quickly changing trains of thought made the voice give out a shout of annoyance, before it started to yell. 

'ARE YOU TESTING MY PATIENCE, YOU USELESS LITTLE SHIT? BECAUSE IF YOU WANT TO PLAY AT THAT GAME, I CAN PLAY AT IT.' 

For a brief moment, Gingerbrave felt as if all of the air within his lungs had vacated his body. He slumped against the wall, bringing his hands up to his neck as he tried to get oxygen back. 

Chiffon was as the bars of the cell, whining as he starts to paw at the floor in front of the enclosed area. The cake hound could sense something was wrong, though it was clear that he didn’t know what was actually going on. Gingerbrave just maintained his determined, tired face, before standing up in his cell. 

'Oh, are you finally going to start moving? Took you long enough you lazy bastard…’ the voice complainend to the boy in his mind once more, before the sound of intense static started to ring through The Brave Cookie’s head. 

Gingerbrave fell to his knees, before curling up, and covering his head. The static was intense, making his entire body shake from the sheer pressure it was causing. He was tearing up, despite trying to hold it back. It wasn’t doing any good, it was nearly at the point where he was outright crying. 

He felt like his head was going to explode. 

Everything was spinning, and it nearly felt as though the world was becoming distorted. 

He saw splotches of color all over the walls, his eyes wouldn’t focus. He wanted to hurl, but swallowed it back twice, because he didn’t need to get in trouble for making a mess of his cell when he was already in the very territory of the darksides. 

'Oops, my bad. What’s the matter baby-boo? Did that hurt? What if I just-’ the voice was pensive again. 

Gingerbrave knew that was a bad sign… 

All of a sudden, the vibrating in his temple from the ringing static, and the sound of shouting made him fall to his side, curling into a fetal position as he tried to do anything to make the pain stop. 

He wouldn’t beg… he would never ask that voice for mercy. 

He was supposed to be brave, and he couldn’t tell if he was, but at best… he would continue to be stubborn… at least he was still trying…? 

'You can’t ignore me forever, child, and when you finally slip up, I will have you begging me for mercy. When that time comes… I will be able to look down on you… and enjoy the look on your face when I break you. Honestly… I didn’t think attaching myself to any random host would be so much fun. Yet, here we are.’ the voice mused tot he child as the static continued to torment his mind. 

The voice was the onyl thing that the brave cookie could hear… other than the buzzing, and the subtle sound of screams, and shrill scraping. 

The boy had started to sweat, still tearing up as he nearly clawed at his own head. 

'You are the most infuriating, determined, yet somehow still useless little shit I have managed to attach to. You’ve lasted so much longer than anticipated. I… my annoying little host, am not going anywhere. I can, and will, always find my way back here. Just you wait.’

A most subtle feeling of futility was starting to stir within the child. 

However, he bit his lip, and pushed back those thoughts. 

His world was still consumed in the static, and the sound of scraping, and screams. The world around him, in the minimal vision his eyes had, was distorted. Everything was waving, unsteady. Pulses of colors made him wish he was seeing nothing, over what he had been stuck bearing sight to. 

He struggled to breath, silently gasping as silent sobs tried to make their way from his aching throat. 

He couldn’t see Chiffon anymore… did the dog leave…? 

Maybe the hound got scared and ran… 

Good… maybe the dog running away would be better, that way whatever happened wouldn’t get any chance to effect the hound. He would hate it if the damned voice started to target tohers, even if they were enemies of his. 

All he did know, for now… was… this static, and the feeling of suffocating weren’t going to leave him. Not for a long time.

((To Be Continued))

As a GingerBrave fan, I feel bad for the kid. He doesn’t know what he does wrong. If he were sentient, aware of him being fictional, and ‘players’ hating him a lot- letting him get beat up, and whatever else- he woul dbe really confused. 

The poor boy just wants to be a brave cookie- he probably doesn’t even want to be someone’s favorite- he just doesn’t deserve to be pummeled or isolated from the rest of cookie society- RIP. </3

This was a little AU idea I had. GingerBrave, if he is ever used for battle, is usually put at the very FRONT of the battle lines- (Namely on TikTok, at least) 

So I decided to take this idea, and make it sad. 

GingerBrave is holding up the front lines- trying to make sure to absorb as much damage as possible- or distract all of the enemies to the best of his ability, so there is less of a chance for his friends to br hurt 

However, this time, he doesn’t come out with just cracks, or minor bits of crumbling. 

His own CandyCane is taken, and plunged into his own noggin- somehow not killing him instantly- and he can feel it the entire time he is conscious.

Because of the sudden trauma, he can’t remeber what happened immediately after the deed is done-

To add more salt to the wound, getting the candycane plunged into his head was only HALF intentional. It was originally aimed at his shoulder.