*kicks down door* Welcome to our twisted minds-

Hey, everyone, welcome to our story Fear the Jelly Walkers! This is a collaboration project with my friend, 105ttt! You can find her on Twitter, Tumblr, and right here on ! This is a fanfiction for a game called Cookie Run: Ovenbreak, with a very very noticeable hint of Cookie Wars inspiration as well. No one is safe. Buckle your seatbelts, you're in for a ride!

TW for death and zombie stuff. Not very gory, but y'know.

Hope you enjoy!

"Papa! Papa, please wake up!"

Purple Yam felt someone shaking him back and forth where he lay in bed. He groaned and rubbed his eyes before sitting up in place and looking for the culprit. Angel. Of course.

"I'm sorry if I woke you too quickly, Papa, but Daddy didn't wake me up when he usually does, and today's a school day. I would have woken him up instead and asked for waffles for breakfast, but I figured he was really tired since he hasn't woken up yet…" Angel explained, kicking at the ground with a sheepish smile. Purple Yam smiled sleepily and ruffled their golden curls.

"It's okay, baby. I can cook for you. Just give me a moment to come downstairs, okay?"

"Okay!" Angel said with a nod before running out of the bedroom.

With Angel's departure came Firestarter's arrival - - right on top of Purple Yam's head. It began gnawing at his dreadlocks, snickering and squealing with delight.

"You naughty thing! C'mere!" Purple Yam said with a smirk and grabbed Firestarter, holding it eye-level with himself. It blew a raspberry at him and tried to bite his fingers, but Purple Yam just tickled it whenever it tried.

"Did Angel wake you up? Hm? Hm?" He asked as he squished its cheeks playfully. Firestarter giggled and nuzzled Purple Yam's hand.

"Aw, you- -" Purple Yam cut off his own sentence as Firestarter finally scored a bite on his hand, having used its charm to get him to let down his guard.

"You little bastard! I know you're teething, and you're just a baby, but why can't you behave like Milk Angel over there?" Purple Yam said as he pointed to Milk's Pet, who was still asleep on Milk's dresser, nestled in its designated "Baby Pillow" (as Milk called it). Firestarter just blew another raspberry at Purple Yam and kept chewing at his fingers. Ah, well. At least its teeth hadn't come in yet. Imagine how much of a pain in the ass this thing was gonna be when its teeth did come in, and it pulled this same stunt every morning. Purple Yam shook his head and set Firestarter back down near the ground, then grabbed its favorite chew-toy with his free hand.

"See Mr. Bagel? You want it? Huh?" He coaxed Firestarter as he shook the toy bagel near its head. It let go of his hand and start panting excitedly, its eyes locked on the toy.

"Go get it!" Purple Yam exclaimed, throwing the toy to the other side of the room near the bedroom door. Firestarter squealed excitedly and raced away from the bed, finally freeing Purple Yam to gather his thoughts for the day.

With that, Purple Yam sighed and lay back down. He wasn't surprised Milk hadn't woken up already. They both had been up later than usual the night before, so he figured Milk was sleeping in to make up for that. They'd both missed the alarm clock, after all.

That of course, wasn't going to stop him from trying to wake Milk up anyway so that he could see Angel off before they walked to school. Purple Yam turned to his husband, still sound asleep next to him, and gently kissed his face- - on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, wherever he could reach. It wasn't long before Purple Yam heard a soft giggle and felt Milk's lips now pressed against his own cheek. They shared a brief "good morning" kiss as Purple Yam moved closer to Milk, his arms delicately wrapped around him.

"Hey."

"Good morning, sweetie," Milk said with a laugh as he stroked Purple Yam's face, sleep still making his voice a rasp a pitch or two lower than usual.

"Angel's awake."

"Oh, is it a school day?"

"Yep."

"Did I sleep in?"

"Yep."

Milk frowned and lay flat on his back. "I hope they're not mad at me."

"Nah. They just asked me to make waffles for them instead. They figured you were still sleepy."

"That's our Angel, always so thoughtful and considerate," Milk smiled.

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm gonna go cook. You might wanna get up too so you don't miss them leaving."

"Alright. Thank you, honey."

And with that, Purple Yam slowly sat up, stretched, gave a big yawn, and then reached for his nightshirt that had fallen onto the floor the night before.

After he finally had gotten dressed and made his way downstairs, he saw Angel patiently sitting at the kitchen table, their hands politely held together on the table in front of them.

"Alright! Waffle time!" Purple Yam said as he reached for the toaster in the pantry and then scooped out some frozen waffles from the freezer. With a grin, he brought out a can of whipped cream from the fridge and held it in front of Angel. "Since Daddy is asleep, how about we break the rules a little bit?"

"Really, Papa?" Angel gaped, eyes wide.

"Sure! Just don't tell him," Purple Yam winked and set the can next to the toaster. Within minutes, he had a plate of warm waffles topped with a mountain of whipped cream set in front of Angel, who was beaming with excitement.

As if on cue, Milk entered the kitchen right as Angel began digging into their breakfast. "Oh? What do we have here?" he asked, arms crossed as he looked right at his husband. Purple Yam laughed nervously.

"I, uh… just wanted our baby to have a special breakfast today? For no reason in particular?"

Milk sighed. "Well, alright. If it's just this once, that's alright."

As much as Milk didn't want to admit it, he was actually happy Purple Yam had decided to spoil Angel. The look on their face (as well as Purple Yam's) was precious. He felt some sort of joy just thinking about how he was really here, in his own home, with the man he loved and their beautiful child. He silently prayed that they would always stay this way.

"Thank you for the waffles!" Angel said as they got up from the table and carefully handed their plate to Purple Yam.

"No problem, kiddo. Now, go get your things! You're gonna be late!" Purple Yam said with a wink. Angel gasped and ran upstairs without another word. Milk shook his head.

"Maybe I ought to sleep in more often. You seem to have it all under control."

"Nah. The kid and I just get along well because I bend the rules a bit. I'm the 'fun dad', don't you know?" Purple Yam teased and elbowed Milk, who elbowed him back.

"Alright, Mr. 'Fun Dad'. Let's go help them gather all their things and get them out the door."

The two Cookies walked arm-in-arm as they made their way back upstairs to Angel's room. Upon opening the door, they were greeted by Angel hurriedly running around the room, searching for their lucky pencil. It took some time, but when Purple Yam suddenly called out, "Found it!", Angel cheered and tackled him with a hug which he gladly returned.

"All set?" Milk asked, grabbing Angel's hand.

Angel called over Celestial Star to their side, then nodded. "Yes!"

"Then let's go!" Purple Yam said with his fist raised in the air, and the two fathers held their small child between them as they made their way back downstairs, being careful not to let them slip and fall.

When the entourage reached the front door, they stopped for one last goodbye.

"We'll see you after school, alright, baby?" Purple Yam asked while ruffling Angel's hair once more. Angel nodded.

"Be safe! Make sure you stay close to other kids and travel in a group, alright?" Milk chimed in before addressing Angel's Pet. "Keep an eye on them for us, Little Star." The petname made Celestial Star giggle.

Angel nodded again. "I'll be safe, Daddy. I promise."

"Alright. I love you, Angel."

"Hey! Don't steal the spotlight, Milk! Don't forget I love you too, Angel!" Purple Yam said with a grin. Angel laughed and hugged them both.

"I love you!" Angel said.

And with that, they ran off down the street. The sight of it always made Milk tear up just a little. There went their baby, off to learn new things and meet new friends. He was blessed to have such a good life here with his family, and he was grateful that he could provide a good life for his child as well.

Milk's joyful reflection was interrupted by the feeling of Purple Yam's arms wrapping around him from behind and Purple Yam resting his head on Milk's shoulder.

"Do you want me to cook you something too, babe?"

Milk blushed and jokingly tried to pry Purple Yam's arms away. "Sweetie, not while the door is still open!"

"Let them look. I got nothing to be ashamed of," Purple Yam said as he kissed Milk's shoulder, making him laugh.

"I think I'm alright for now. Let's go back inside."

"Alright."

The two made their way back inside the house, Purple Yam settling down on the couch in the family room in front of the TV while Milk left for the kitchen to make his morning coffee. Without much thought, Purple Yam reached for the TV remote and began scrolling through channels, looking for something interesting. Firestarter hopped onto the couch beside him, still gnawing away at its chew toy.

"Anything good?" Milk called from the kitchen, having heard voices snap in and out of existence as his husband channel surfed.

"Nothing yet. Still looking," Purple Yam replied. After not having much luck finding anything, he decided to set the TV to the local news. Maybe someone had had a baby recently, or they were going to open a new park somewhere. He didn't know. He just wanted to pass the time until Milk would join him on the couch so he could snuggle him and watch him react to things on TV. It was his favorite part of the morning because he adored watching Milk become excited over the tiniest things that he saw- - or at least, Purple Yam considered those things tiny, but maybe Milk saw them differently. That was one thing Purple Yam admired about Milk. He knew how to find the good in practically everything- - even someone like Purple Yam, who would usually be anyone else's last choice as a friend. He really was lucky that he had met Milk (even if Milk had annoyed him at first) and that Milk had never given up on him. He wouldn't trade their relationship for the world, not even for his title as champion, not even for- -

The newscaster on the television screen had stopped droning on as they usually did. The slow and steady rhythm of the broadcast had been thrown off as the screen clipped from the news desk to a reporter standing at the edge of a forest.

"I'm here live in the forest on the edge of town! We've received news that mutant monsters have emerged from the forest and started making an advance on the town- - and are apparently making good progress doing so! These monsters are called 'Jelly Walkers' by local authorities, but we have yet to find out where they came from or what they truly are. The authorities ask that all residents stay indoors for now and be ready to evacuate if necessary!"

Purple Yam felt a thumping in his chest. Jelly Walkers? What the hell is a Jelly Walker? Was this a joke? It had to be a joke.

But right as he finished that thought, the reporter screamed, and the camera feed shook as purple figures rushed out from the trees in the background. Purple Yam had no idea what they were; the camera was shaking too much. He soon realized that the reporter and cameraman were making a run for it.

"The Jelly Walkers are here!" the reporter shouted into the microphone, their voice trembling as they no longer fought to try and hold back their fear. "The authorities ask that all residents stay indoors and keep their televisions and radios on for further noti- - "

The reporter was cut off as a purple figure overtook them. The cameraman dropped their camera as well, but not before it caught a quick shot of the reporter screaming in pain. Soon the camera feed shut off as well. Purple Yam could hardly process what was going on.

"M-Milk. Milk, babe. Come look at this," Purple Yam choked out, hardly able to speak. He was shaking too much.

"What is it, Yammy? You sound scared- - " Milk's voice cut off as he read the headline on the screen. His coffee mug (a gift from Angel, with a drawing of the family all holding hands printed onto it) slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.

Written across the screen were the words 'MURDEROUS MUTANTS CURRENTLY ON THE MOVE', supplemented by an aerial view of the town tracking the Jelly Walkers' advance. When Milk saw the top view of a building he knew all too well, his heart skipped a beat.

"Yam. That's the school. That's Angel's school."

"I know," Purple Yam breathed, shaking where he sat. He reached for Milk's hand as if by instinct and gripped it so tightly that Milk thought his circulation might cut off.

"Yam. Yam, we need to go. Right now," Milk's voice rasped. Now he was squeezing Purple Yam's hand just as tightly.

"Yeah."

Without another word, the two of them rushed upstairs, grabbing their weapons as fast as they could. As Milk reached for his mace and shield, he quickly glanced at his framed photo of his family resting on the dresser nearby. Angel's smiling face made his stomach drop. Would they make it in time? Would Angel be okay? Were they being hidden somewhere safe by their teacher? Had they even made it to the school yet? And if they hadn't, did they know to hide? What if they got caught by one of those monsters? Could they fight? What would they do, where would they run to, who would they seek out, what was going to happen to them- -

"Milk!" Purple Yam shouted. "Quit sitting around, come on!"

Milk snapped back to reality at the sound of his husband calling for him and saw that Purple Yam was already making his way downstairs, Firestarter following him, gripping his club tight. Milk followed suit after grabbing Milk Angel from its Baby Pillow and charged out the door by his side.

It didn't take long for them to be greeted by a crowd of Jelly Walkers slowly limping down the street, looking for victims to spread the virus onto. And it didn't take long for Purple Yam to shift completely into battle mode, letting himself get lost in a spiral of rage, shouting "Get the FUCK out of our way!" and obliterating anything in his sight with his Rage Tornado. Milk followed close behind, giving Purple Yam energy boosts as he needed to keep the Tornado going and bashing in the heads of Jelly Walkers with his shield. Though this amount of enemies would normally have been too much for even the two of them working together, nothing was going to stop them from getting to their child safely. Nothing.

After what seemed like ages of beating down endless swarms of monsters, they finally arrived at the main entrance of the school. It was eerily quiet, except for Milk letting out a pained, raspy scream at the sight of crumbled Cookies spread across the ground.

"Yam. Do you think those were… child Cookies?" Milk gasped, his voice shaky.

"We don't have time to think about that, Milk. We have to find Angel. Their body isn't here. They're safe, I'm sure of it," Purple Yam said before grabbing Milk's arm and guiding him into the building. Though he did his best to act tough, he secretly had the same fears as Milk deep down inside. Did those monsters really not feel any remorse killing children? Where was Angel? If some children had already been crumbled, then that means Jelly Walkers have already made it here. Oh, Millennial Tree, would they find Angel in time?

The pair slowly made their way through the school halls, trying their best to be quiet. Even while trying his best, Milk couldn't help but let out a small gasp or sob when he saw more crumbled Cookies littering the halls. A fight had surely broken out. The teachers must have tried to stop the Jelly Walkers once they became too strong and broke down the classroom doors. But when Milk started seeing the crumbled bodies of adult Cookies as well, he felt a shiver run down his spine. They hadn't been strong enough.

The ghastly sight of children's drawings being stained in strawberry jam and Jelly fluid was rapidly depleting Milk's fighting spirit, but Purple Yam guided him through the halls anyway, determined to find his child. Their child.

And they soon found what they were looking for. They turned a corner, only to be greeted by a Jelly Walker and Celestial Star, who was quietly cowering near a wall, not shining nearly as bright as it usually did. Milk let out a scream and quickly covered his mouth, but Purple Yam rushed into the fray immediately, about to let his club loose on the mutant.

"Papa…? Daddy…?"

Purple Yam stopped dead in his tracks. His club was frozen, still lifted high in the air. Milk had fallen to his knees, having finally realized who they had encountered.

There, standing before the two of them, was their Angel. Only they had arrived too late. Their blue eyes had become a piercing glowing yellow, the color leaking out of their irises and beginning to flood their sclera, and their skin was coated in a sickly purple Jelly sludge. Their soft, fragile wings had been stripped of their feathers down to the bone. Jelly fluid leaked from their mouth, and with every word they spoke, it sounded as if it were choking them. Only the smallest trace of their original voice was left, and yet it was enough to shatter their parents' hearts whenever they called out for them.

"Papa… Daddy… please, help me. It hurts. It hurts so much," the Jelly Walker sobbed. Jelly fluid started leaking from their eyes and covering the floor in a sticky ooze, causing Celestial Star to squeal when the fluid came too close. It made Purple Yam want to vomit.

"It's alright, sweetie. We're here."
Purple Yam flinched and turned around. Milk had stood up again, gripping his mace tightly.

"Daddy's here, sweetie. I'll fix you. I swear on my divine oath."

Purple Yam had never seen Milk's face like this before- - a painful blend of sorrow and determination etched into it. He knew Milk's heart was aching beyond all comprehension, and yet here he was, holding onto his last bit of hope- - the hope that maybe, just maybe, his healing powers will bring their child back. That was his Milk, alright. He wasn't going to give up until his last breath, even if he took big hits along the way.

Milk took a deep breath and slowly raised his mace to the sky. Purple Yam swore that as Milk looked skyward, he saw him gently mouth the words "I love you, sweetheart."

Without another word, Milk was bathed in a shower of blinding blue light. Purple Yam braced himself for what was to come- - he'd seen this before.

Milk swung his mace forward, and the light surged towards Angel, surrounding them completely. Purple Yam heard Milk let out the loudest, fiercest battle cry he'd ever made. Milk was really putting his entire heart and soul into this. Angel was his heart and soul. All Purple Yam could do was stand there and watch, quietly praying that this would work.

The lights cleared. Milk sank to his knees, exhausted. Purple Yam rushed to his side and supported him on his shoulder.

"Daddy?"

Both Cookies froze. The voice hadn't changed. And when they looked back at where the Jelly Walker had stood, it was still there, as if nothing had happened.

Milk screamed in desperation. Purple Yam was too shocked to even make a sound.

"Why didn't it work?!" Milk yelled, panicking at the sight of the Jelly Walker still standing in front of him. "Why?! Why?!"

Oh Millennial Tree, he's lost it, Purple Yam thought. Without any hesitation, he wrapped his arms around Milk and began dragging him away from the monster. In spite of his exhaustion, Milk was now desperately clawing at Purple Yam's arms, struggling to break free.

Just one more time. Please, Yam. Just let me hug them one last time.

"Milk! We need to fall back! We need to think of a plan! For Angel's sake!" Purple Yam pleaded. It seemed as though Milk was no longer listening, for he kept up his struggle.

Angel kept up their struggle as well, calling out to their parents.

"Papa… Daddy… it hurts. Help me… please."

Just hearing the words repeated over and over again was causing Purple Yam's grip on Milk to lessen. He wasn't as quick to falter as Milk, but hearing his baby call for him, sobbing and choking… it was too much even for him.

That was Milk's chance. With one final push, he broke free from Purple Yam and ran straight to Angel, pulling them into the tightest hug he could muster. He felt the Jelly Walker's arms wrap around him as well. Something viscous and sticky was starting to drip onto his clothes and stain them, but he didn't mind. Right now, all he cared about was Angel. His Angel. And his Angel was sobbing and calling out to him.

"Daddy? Daddy?"

"I'm right here. I'm right here. It's okay. It's all okay now."

Milk ran his fingers through Angel's hair. It was all sticky now, but he didn't mind. He just needed to hold them. He just needed to hold them so close and keep them safe. It was going to be alright. Things would go back to how they were before. They'd wake up their parents tomorrow morning and ask for waffles, and Purple Yam would make them and sneak them some whipped cream, and they'd laugh together at their little secret that they thought he wouldn't find out about, and then the two of them would see Angel off as they left for school, and it would all be okay. He kept whispering to them in the same voice he'd always use when Angel had a nightmare and came to their parents' bedroom to ask if they can sleep there for the night. This really was his baby. His darling baby. The light of his life, the symbol of he and Purple Yam's love and devotion to each other, his new purpose in life- -

He heard a small sob and looked up at his baby, his darling baby.

"Pa...pa? Da...ddy?"

Cracks were crawling all over Angel's body. They looked Milk directly in the eyes, and for a moment, Milk thought he saw childish fear, an innocent kind of dread.

Angel's body fell apart, and though it quickly turned to dust, it seemed as if the whole process had played in slow motion for Milk. From the moment that their sobbing face split in half down to the very last speck of dust hitting the ground, he witnessed every grotesque second in excruciating detail.

And then he saw it. Towering over the dusty remains of Angel's body was Purple Yam, his club dripping strawberry jam and his face obscured by his hair. Milk heard a sob.

"That thing… that thing wasn't our child."

Milk didn't know what to think. Purple Yam had killed them. He had killed their child.

"They were gone before we got here. I couldn't stand seeing that thing make a mockery of them and copy them- - "

"That was our Angel!" Milk cried hoarsely, looking down at his white clothes now stained many colors. New patches of color appeared as tears dripped down from his face onto the fabric. "That was our- - "

"Angel is GONE!" Purple Yam's voice thundered through the school halls like a lion's roar as the words tore through his throat, and for a moment it just echoed, until the two were in the hall, a thick silence between them. Purple Yam managed a few raspy breaths, trying to keep his resolve before failing, dropping the club and falling to his knees."They're gone… and they're never coming back…"

For a moment, they sat there in silence, Purple Yam crying like Milk's never seen him cry before. Milk hesitantly stepped over Angel's remains and hugged his husband close, and they sat in mourning for a while until they heard more Jelly Walkers approaching, attracted by the noise. They both wiped their tears, gripping their weapons with a vigor they'd never felt before. They needed to get out of here, to find a way to put an end to all of this.

And then they leapt into the fray with a battle cry.

That's the end of Chapter 1! Thanks for reading-Chapter 2 will be up next week!

A lot of this chapter was thanks to 105ttt! She's got other works up on this site, check her out!

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Thanks for reading, see you next time!

-Ani