Universe: Worm, Cookie Run
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: It would be nice if all of the commercial properties mentioned in this story belonged to me but they don't. That's just the way the cookie crumbles.
Note: This story was inspired by my daughter, who would not stop talking about Cookie Run This and Cookie Run That, so I made her sit down with me and plot out a story and help write it. But then, of course, she lost interest and moved on to another game before writing any of this story. Sheesh, teens...
The cookies' powers are not exactly canon as presented in the games, and cookies are pulled from any of the games without concern for mixing and matching. Be forewarned, if you're a Cookie Run purist.
A Wormy Cookie
Isabella pressed her arms against her belly as her stomach hurt. She'd be able to get something tomorrow. The soup kitchens in Brockton Bay only let you get something once a week because they had so many hungry people and not much food. And they had smart people at every place who knew what all of the homeless people looked like and when they could come again.
At least her cardboard box was still here when she got back from trying to find something. Her box was her prized possession. It was big enough to climb into and block the chilly wind and the cardboard was thick enough that it hadn't fallen apart after being rained on. It wasn't much but it was home.
"Hey! Old woman!" Isabella was pulled out of her half-sleep by someone shaking her box. "Get outa there. That's my box now."
She didn't have any choice. He was bigger and she was so hungry that she could barely wave her arms around. Consequently, Isabella found herself doubly homeless, shivering as she looked in the dark for a new box abandoned in an alley or somewhere.
She was so cold. She was so hungry. This was the worst day of her life.
When she opened her eyes again, Isabella held out her hand and summoned cake. It was the best thing she'd ever eaten.
...ooo000ooo...
Over the next few weeks, Isabella managed to put on some weight by eating cake whenever she wanted to. The first day after she triggered and was able to eat until she was full, she'd been able to walk farther away and find a new box and even a towel to wrap around her legs at night. Life was as good as she ever remembered.
Except... she was starting to get light-headed even though she wasn't hungry.
"All you eat is cake, right?" One of the other street people used to work in a hospital and she knew things. Isabella had bribed her with two pieces of cake, which she said she got from a bakery that gave it away. "You have to eat more than just sugar. Some meat, some vegetables. If you never eat anything but cake, you're going to die and that's no joke."
It took her a while to figure something out because Isabella wasn't the smartest person, she knew, but finally she worked out a deal with a soup kitchen. She traded them cake for two good meals every day. Life was good.
...ooo000ooo...
Black Raisin Cookie popped into a new place without warning. She'd been hunting for food to feed the others, as usual, when all of a sudden she was in a new place, a place full of hard, flat surfaces and giant beings.
Dangerous giant beings. Something the size of a cookie fell to the floor and was stepped on and mashed to a smear. The giant never even noticed.
Black Raisin Cookie was a survivor before all else. She had to get back to the Kingdom, to protect her people, but for now all she could do was run away from the huge mountain of cake she'd appeared next to, jump down to a lower level, and hide under something to keep watch. It was dark, but there was nothing to be afraid of in the dark.
...ooo000ooo...
Pomegranate Cookie appeared high up on one of the tables that the giants used. Black Raisin Cookie didn't see her actual appearance, as she'd been looking in another direction, but the scream of "Master! Why have you sent me here? You know I would do anything for you!" drew her attention.
The scream was also heard by one of the giants. "Ugh! It's moving! Bugs must have gotten into this one!"
Black Raisin Cookie watched as Pomegranate Cookie was swept off of the table and fell in a screaming arc to smash into pieces on the floor. A giant boot then smashed the pieces of Pomegranate Cookie into tiny crumbs.
In general, Black Raisin Cookie did not approve of any cookie being broken and smashed. Just this once, though, she was willing to make an exception. Whistling a carefree tune, she crept toward the door to leave the giants' room. She'd been here for three days and had seen the giants working with food and she'd cake appearing from nowhere when one of the giants waved her hands. What she didn't see was any way to return to the ruined kingdom and the cookies she protected. She'd explore the world outside of this room and see if that held a road home.
May continue this, may not. It's obviously crack, but aside from cookies randomly being summoned into the Worm world and either being stomped or curb-stomping all opponents, not a whole lot of plot, character development, or anything else worthwhile is occurring to me. Still, as Rorschach's Blot says, have idea, write idea. And as I say, eh, I wrote this crap, might as well put it up.