Ahoy! It's Shunpokunn, who just got done watching the Triple Cone Cup story 6 times. Anyone else absolutely smitten with our three Champions? Because I couldn't contain myself after watching Capsaicin Cookie's story. But I feel something is... missing. After all, we get this totally angsty story with some massive potential- but in typical Cookie Run fashion, is wrapped up quickly and neatly. So, I'm going to sate my appetite for some Capsaicin Cookie angst by expanding upon the initial story with extra scenes and about 78% more angst.

Warning: there will be NO PAIRINGS! I believe in the power of friendship. Plus, heh, there is already a trove of TCC smut fics. Go read those instead, then!


Scovillia, the school of only the hottest and spiciest of students! Built in a portion of Earthbread teeming with red-hot lava and innumerable volcanic activity, the students of Scovillia breathe a healthy atmosphere of searing red spice and flood their ears with the sound of electric guitar riffs (courtesy of their Headmaster) and shouts of pride!

But on this particular day, the shouts of the students of Scovillia were not for another encore from their Headmaster, but for their school Champion: Capsaicin Cookie!

"Everybody HURRY UP! I can't WAIT another second!" An excited Scovillia Student Fan shouted to the assembled cookies that were grouped alongside her. "We've been waiting for so long for this day! Another second will MAKE ME EXPLODE!" she cried, clutching her chest as if she were about to detonate.

"Hold your flames! You think you're the only one who's excited?" An even-tempered Spicy Scovillia Student replied to his excited friend. "At least we're waiting for a victory this time!" He continued, "...and not another defeat...".

"You're right!" bellowed a raspy-voiced Hot Scovillia Student. "That show Capsaicin Cookie put on during the Triple Cone Cup Trials has victory written all over it! My eyes are still burning a little from it, heh."

Pumping her fist in the air, she gave a hearty cry: "LONG LIVE THE SPICE OVERLORD!".

"Shut it! You know Capsaicin Cookie hates that name!" the Scovillia Student Fan snapped to her over-excited friend.

She gave an eye roll. "Fiiine, but he's so AWESOME! And needs an AWESOME NAME!- What about 'The King of FLAMES!'?!"

"GOD OF FIRE!" The Scovillia Student Fan shouted in addition, flexing her arms and posing, as if mimicking how awesome Capsaicin Cookie would be with a name like that.

"You're all thinking too simply," the Spicy Scovillia Student replied smugly, "don't you think... ETERNAL CHAMPION OF SPICE sounds better?".

Both the Hot and Scovillia Student Fan looked at him as if he were the lamest Cookie on Earthbread.

"That's a dumb name" they both said in unison.

The Spicy Scovillia Student merely scoffed at their uneducated response. "It's a play on wo-" he was beginning to retort before an ear-splitting guitar riff interrupted him and all subsequent conversation.

A petite voice accompanied by a petite Cookie boomed across the crowd. A considerable feat considering the natural volume of Scovillia students rivaled that of an erupting volcano.

"IS EVERYONE HERE!?" Lil Pepper Cookie yelled from atop a stage to the anxious crowd. A large battle axe was slung over one shoulder, making the little Cookie look like a walking weaponsrack rather than a student. "Latecomers will have to RUN to the Mountains of Trials and Harmony!" He said with glee. "Although we all have to run there anyway, haha!" he giggled.

The gathered students of Scovillia all gave a chorus of laughter. Not a single Triple Cone Cup has passed them where they were the first delegation to arrive, all due to their mode of transportation, of course.

"Those Knights and their flimsy airships!" A hot-headed Scovillia Student piped up.

"And Wizards with their silly magic!" Another chimed in.

Another electrifying guitar riff spread across the crowd and all the students lowered their voices to a rare hush.

"Headmaster! It's time for your speech!" Lil Pepper Cookie excitedly called to the tall, broad-shouldered Cookie that had arrived beside him.

Face hidden by a scorched, flaming skull marked by a scar on its forehead, the Scovillia Headmaster looked across the crowd, eyes blazing. A spiky furred collar adorned his neck, and a sick searing axe was held in one hand. "Hmpf! Very well!" He said in a deep, gruff voice that sounded like he had eaten coal for breakfast. "As you all know, the Triple Cone Cup is a prestigious tournament held by the three great Academies with a history spanning..." he gave a brief shake of his flaming skull, "doesn't matter! What matters is we didn't win last time, or the time before that, or the ti-..."

"TOO. LOOONG!" A Hot Scovillia Student cut him off. Other voices rose to agree with her.

'WE WANT CAPSAICIN COOKIE!" The Spicy Scovillia Student yelled out, setting off a chain reaction that lead to more shouts and yells.

"PRECISELY!" The Headmaster yelled in agreement to his students. "THIS YEAR IS 'GONNA BE DIFFERENT! As our Champion this time is none other than CAPSAICIN COOKIE! Who will DOMINATE the competition through the SHEER FORCE OF SPICE!" He hollered to the riled up crowd. Turning to his left to face the figure just out of view from the crowd, he shred his hands on his guitar and let out an electrifying riff, addressing the crowd once more. "CAPSAICIN COOKIE! Think you can bring back the Cup this time!?"

The crowd's eyes flitted across the stage, each member hoping to be the first one to lay gaze across their awesome and spicy Champion.

A charming and raspy voice echoed from behind the stage, instantly the crowd fell silent and let their eyes fixate on the spot where the voice emanated from. "Wrong question, Headmaster!" He boomed.

The crowd tensed, each student vibrating with excitement and adoration.

A tall, well-built and muscular figure emerged to the center of the stage. His horns aglow from the shifting magma that peered through their cracks, with wild neon-orange hair that emanated the heat of the spiciest sauce conceived. His orange eyes were set atop ashen dough and were blazing with pride, expressed by a toothy grin that shone across the gathered crowd. The clink of melted shackles accompanied the swoosh of a flaming cape as he stepped fully into view.

"You should be asking how big of a feast we're gonna be having AFTER we return victorious!" he hollered, pumping one arm into the air and flexing the other.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" The crowd erupted in shouts and cries as their Champion went on.

"Spice will prevail! SCOVILLIA WILL PREVAIL! THIS TIME, WE. WILL. WIN!" He cheered along with the crowd. "I'm the SPICIEST of the SPICIEST! The HOTTEST of the HOT! And I'm not 'gonna lose to a BLAND bunch of NORMIES!" he gloated.

"LORD! OF! SPICE! LORD! OF! SPICE!" The crowd all roared together, "CAP! SAI! CIN!" the volume increased.

"CHAM! PI! ON!" They all hollered, reaching a new Academy record for greatest volume ever recorded.

"'CUZ I AM FLAMING HOT!" He roared. "NOW LET'S GO! LET'S GO GET THAT SHINY CUP!" he leapt off the stage and headed towards the path that would take them to their destination, the Mountains of Trials and Harmony. The crowd all cried in unison as they charged on after him, determination, pride, and excitement fueling each of their steps.

The Headmaster looked on at the group of his students being lead by his pride and joy, Capsaicin Cookie.

"I know you'll make me and your school proud, Capsaicin Cookie." He thought to himself as he watched the crowd grow distant into the horizon. "No matter what happens." A smile hidden to the world crossed over his face.

He suddenly snapped out of his gaze of fondness.

"h-HEY! WAIT A SECOND! WAIT FOR YOUR HEADMASTER!" He yelled, ripping a savage riff on his axe before charging after the crowd of students. "I CAN'T LET A BUNCH OF KIDS GO UNSUPERVISEDDD!"


The Parfaedia Institute of Magic. A prestigious Academy known for their production of talented wizards and advancements in the arcane arts. Usually a quiet and professional environment where classes are taught, wands are waved, and glyphs are drawn using all manners of mediums. However on this day, an anxious crowd of wizard apprentices lead by their Headmaster were all huddled in the courtyard.

"My, where did that Prune Juice Cookie go?" The Parfaedia Headmaster wondered aloud to her group of quiet students. She remarked that each of them had downcast eyes and were muttering softly to eachother in groups. Frowning slightly at her students lack of enthusiasm, she readjusted her wizard's hat and cleared her throat. "Would any of you like to go fetch our Champion? I'm sure he's in his room preparing. Perhaps he hasn't looked at the clock in a few hours?" Each student avoided her gaze. Sighing, she singled out one student in particular and eyed them intently. The student caught her gaze and looked around startled.

"I-I... I'll go get him..." the Citrus Parfaedia Student stammered.

"Wonderful! Do hurry," the Parfaedia Headmaster smiled warmly, "if we wait any longer we we'll simply be on time and not early!" she chuckled.

"Y-yes Headmaster!" the Citrus Parfaedia Student squeaked out before quickly separating from her group of peers and re-entering the Institute's doors.

The walls were decorated with the rich history of Parfaedia. From the first wand crafted at the Institute to the first campaign lead against the Velvet Dragon that threatened to burn the whole city to a crisp. The Citrus Parfaedia Student's eyes wandered the walls, but her footsteps were quick as she deftly approached Prune Juice Cookie's room door. She noticed with a grimace that lavender colored vapors were seeping their way out from under the door. The sound of clinking bottles and quiet muttering escaped from its sturdy structure.

Grimacing, she swatted the vapors away. "That can't be good for the students" she thought to herself.

Tentatively reaching one hand up to the door, she knocked softly.

"What is it?" A muffled voice came from behind the door.

"Prune Juice Cookie, do you know what time it is? And what day it is?" she said curtly.

"Why yes, it's the day of the commencement of the Triple Cone Cup. Shouldn't you be waiting outside?" an annoyed voice replied.

"We've been waiting for half an hour." reaching up again, she knocked louder on the door.

"YES, Yes! I am coming, it's like you Cookies want your Champion to be unprepared" the voice became more audible as the thick wooden door swung open, revealing Prune Juice Cookie.

His large, inky wizard's cap obscured his face as one hand dragged a large bag with what can only be assumed to be full of ingredients, elixirs, tinctures, and potions. His violet colored robes obscured much of his pasty beige dough, and in his free hand he held a tincture full of dark murky liquid. One of his sly eyes cracked open to reveal soft blue, which scrutinized the cookie before him.

"Well? It seems like you're not in a hurry anymore" he said dryly, dragging his enormous loot past the Citrus Parfaedia Student and trudging towards the doors to the courtyard.

The Citrus Parfaedia Student dropped her head and sighed. "Is he really our Champion?" she thought to herself glumly.

"We are so going to lose".


The Crème Knights, an honorable Academy devoted to training Paladins to serve the Crème Republic. With their noble dough and unshakeable spirit, they are a symbol of justice to all Cookies who live in the Republic. With the Divine Light by their side, a paladin will never back down from a fight nor injustice. They train day in and day out to ensure that their dough is tough and crispy, and their movements smooth like butter.

However, the daily training regime was disturbed that day, as dozens of paladin trainees lined the bridge to the airship. Each and every one of them waiting for the pride of the Academy: Kouign-Amann Cookie, to make her appearance.

The heavy ornate doors to the airship bay were slowly pushed open and the shimmering armor of the Crème Knights Preceptor gingerly stepped out. His stature was tall and regal, and every step he took felt like a declaration of his authority. All trainees trailed his movements, their respect and admiration shining in their eyes. Trailing a few paces behind him was her. Kouign-Amann Cookie. The strongest, brightest and most determined of the paladin trainees of this generation. Her gorgeous, well-styled curls rustled slightly in the breeze, along with her pink dress outfitted with the highest quality of silver armor. Her massive sword was rested gently on her left shoulder, for which its blade extended well past it.

She was enough to make every trainee envious, but not a single pair of eyes was tainted with envy nor jealousy, for they all admired and respected Kouign-Amann Cookie.

They both came to a halt just before the row of paladin trainees. Clearing his rich voice, the Preceptor began his speech.

"Esteemed paladins in training, we are gathered here to begin our journey to the Mountains of Trials and Harmony for the beginning of the Triple Cone Cup. Many of your predecessors stood where you stood, and watched where you watched as their Champion walked onto that airship." His eyes swept across each trainee. "Let us pray today that the Divine Light blesses our Kouign-Amann Cookie with the strength to persevere through the trials and bring victory back to the Academy".

As if on cue, each trainee bowed their head in respect as the Preceptor stepped aside to allow Kouign-Amann Cookie an unobstructed view to her vessel of transportation. She smiled brightly and blushed slightly as she took in the sight of her comrades.

"I thank you all for entrusting me with your faith and chose me to be your Champion. By the Divine Light, I promise that I will bring pride to the Academy!" And with that she elegantly walked to the airship, with each trainee she passed following in single file behind her onto the vessel.

The Preceptor followed last, and with every knight securely inside, they began their journey.

Kouign-Amann Cookie gazed down at their Republic as the airship took off. She could make out the waves of citizens gathered below as they wished her safe journey to the Mountains of Trials and Harmony.

"I promise I won't let any of you down!" she thought to herself, pride and adoration welling up inside of her. "I'll win the Cup!"


And there you have it, folks! Chapter one: Introductions. I do hope I conveyed each Champion's personality well, since I don't want Prune Juice Cookie to sound like an ass, haha! Next chapter will most likely contain the first Trial, as well as a sweet extra scene that I've been brewing up. Don't you all love it when big, strong, dependable heroes with an obnoxious personality get vulnerable? Because I sure do! Poor Capsaicin Cookie, mwuaha.

This fic will be cross-posted to AO3 in a week, so stay tuned! As always, let me know if there are any errors that bugged you a bit too much.