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cookie-run-kingdom-story · 3 years

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Finding the Legendary Dragon

Milk Cookie: Huh… Where am I? The ocean…? Milk Cookie: Whew…! Looks like we’re all in one piece! Milk Cookie: If it wasn’t for my shield, we would have become all soggy! Milk Cookie: I wonder if the others are okay… Hey! Dino-Sour Cookie! Are you listening? Dino-Sour Cookie: BLEAGH! It’s so salty! ...Where are we? Milk Cookie: I’m afraid I don’t know… I opened my eyes and… All I could see was water. Dino-Sour Cookie: Where’s Purple Yam and Mala Sauce Cookie? *Urp!* Eugh! I’m gettin sea sick... Milk Cookie: Look! It’s an island! ???: Huh? You’re…? Are you…!? Welcome! Welcome!

Mango Cookie: I’m the one-and-only guide, Mango Cookie! Are you here to explore our islands? Dino-Sour Cookie: Do you really think we’re here to explore the islands… in our state? Mango Cookie: Ah! My mistake! I thought you were visitors. Why don’t you hop in onto my canoe? I’ll take you ashore! Milk Cookie: ...And that’s how we ended up here! Mango Cookie: It’s ok if you aren’t visiting! I’m still very glad to meet you! Mango Cookie: These days… the waves are getting rough and we don’t get that many visitors anymore... Milk Cookie: So the Dragon’s Valley isn’t the only place that’s changing…? What’s going on? Dino-Sour Cookie: *Urp!* This canoe sure shakes a lot… Eugh... Mango Cookie: Not to worry! It happens all the time. The currents are always changing here. Mango Cookie: There’s a deep, deep spot in the ocean that’s surrounded by our islands, the Tropical Soda Archipelago! Mango Cookie: Because the islands look like the Dragons, legends say this is where they were born! Dino-Sour Cookie: RAD! Dragons were born here!? Dino-Sour Cookie: *Urp...* So dizzy... Mango Cookie: There used to be a volcano there! That’s where Dragons were born. Mango Cookie: Legends say the Dragons are slumbering in the highest peaks and the deepest caves. Milk Cookie: Amazing! You’re quite the expert on these legends! Mango Cookie: I love our islands! And I love telling our stories to everyone, too! Milk Cookie: These islands are quite beautiful. There’re flowers and fruit growing everywhere! Mango Cookie: Good eye! There’s so much natural beauty here. It’s our pride and joy! Mango Cookie: There’re many types of fruit growing here, from dragonfruit to pineapples and more. The small island I grew up on has mangoes! Dino-Sour Cookie: *Urp!* Can… can we please just land anywhere? ...Huh? Milk Cookie: What’s wrong, Dino-Sour Cookie? Oh! Look at all the fish and rays! Mango Cookie: Oh, a school of Ba-Dum Rays! It’s said they came into the world after dragon scales dropped into the sea! Dino-Sour Cookie: Dragon scales? EPIC! I have GOT to see these up close! Milk Cookie: The closer we get to shore, the more of them seem to show up! It looks like they’re… entranced? Dino-Sour Cookie: Hey, do you hear something? Milk Cookie: It sounds like… drums! Dino-Sour Cookie: This beat! This rhythm! It’s… I… feel like bursting into dance!? Milk Cookie: So do I! The sudden urge to dance is uncontrollable! Dino-Sour Cookie: It’s not just us. My Jellysaur is dancing, too! Milk Cookie: These Ba-Dum Rays aren’t just swimming, are they? They are dancing! Mango Cookie: Ding-ding-ding! Correct! Mango Cookie: Alrighty then, let’s go find out the mystery of these drums!

Dino-Sour Cookie: WHOA! That Cookie is ROCKIN the drums! Mango Cookie: How about we wait a bit? It’s not nice to disturb Artichoke Cookie during a performance! Dino-Sour Cookie: The drums have stopped! Milk Cookie: That was an exciting performance. I could not help but move with the beat! Artichoke Cookie: It was a piece to express the sound of waves with drums! Dino-Sour Cookie: Huh? You’re starting to play the drums again? And it’s more upbeat than before! Artichoke Cookie: It is a piece to express how happy I am to meet all of you! Mango Cookie: Artichoke Cookie can express anything with the drums! Dino-Sour Cookie: Whoa, that’s so awesome! And look, the rays are gathering around! Mango Cookie: It’s quite rare to see so many. They live in the deepest depths of the ocean. Mango Cookie: But once they hear Artichoke Cookie’s drums, they rise up to the surface! Milk Cookie: Thank you for helping us see such a rare sight, Artichoke Cookie! Artichoke Cookie: It was short, but it was so much fun! (Dumm dumm rat-a-tat-tat dumm) Mango Cookie: Well now! Shall we head over to the next island? Dino-Sour Cookie: We… we weren’t getting off here…? Mango Cookie: Welcome to Pineapple Isle! Dino-Sour Cookie: Oh, land! LAND! And it’s an island with Dragons! Milk Cookie: So is that Pineapple Mountain in the middle? It really does look like a pineapple! Dino-Sour Cookie: That looks like the tallest mountain here. Is that where the Golden Dragon lives? Milk Cookie: Didn’t Pitaya Dragon Cookie mention that the other Dragons might know what’s going on? Milk Cookie: I’m sure Mala Sauce Cookie is searching for the Dragons to help her tribe. And Purple Yam Cookie isn’t the type to just leave her by herself. Milk Cookie: Let’s go meet this Dragon and ask where the others are! Dino-Sour Cookie: Good idea! Finally! We get to meet a REAL DRAGON! Milk Cookie: Let’s head over and start digging into that mountain! Dino-Sour Cookie: Good thinking!

Mango Cookie: !? Wh-what are you doing!? Milk Cookie: Don’t worry, I’ll get my shield at the ready when we meet the Dragon. Milk Cookie: It’s so much easier to dig with my shield! Dino-Sour Cookie: What a pro move, Milk Cookie! I’m not gonna lose! Mango Cookie: Dino-Sour Cookie, not you too!? And the Jellysaur as well? No no!

Dino-Sour Cookie: C’mon! We gotta go meet this Dragon! Dino-Sour Cookie: We’ve dug quite deep so far! Great work, Jellysaur! Mango Cookie: Oh… oh no! Milk Cookie: We’ve dug quite a bit… And still no sign of the Dragon. Dino-Sour Cookie: Maybe we should try digging this way?

Mango Cookie: No, wait! The Dragon might get angry! They love this island’s beauty and legends say ruining the island will bring destruction! Dino-Sour Cookie: Psssh! A Dragon isn’t gonna get angry at us for digging a few holes. Milk Cookie: Wait! Something’s happening!?

Milk Cookie: D… D.... D… DRAGON! Dino-Sour Cookie: A real Dragon!? A REAL DRAGON! Mango Cookie: The legends… They’re true! All of them! Ananas Dragon: You darrre to defile my island… Your trrransgressions will not be forgiven. Milk Cookie: Please wait! We didn’t dig to ruin anything. We just wanted to find and meet you! Ananas Dragon: Hrrrmph… No excuses arrre worth hearrrring. Dino-Sour Cookie: GAH! The Dragon’s taking us somewhere!? Dino-Sour Cookie: This is so RAD! No wait! No NO, let us down! Milk Cookie: Where are you taking us!? Dino-Sour Cookie: *Ooof!* What a rough landing… You didn’t have to throw us onto the ground! Hey, where exactly are we? Mango Cookie: Look at all these pineapple decorations… Maybe we’re in the Dragon’s nest within Pineapple Mountain?

Ananas Dragon Cookie: Well, well, well. It seems you’re smarter than you look, little Cookies. Dino-Sour Cookie: Eh? Waaait… Are you… Were you…? Where’d the Dragon go!? Ananas Dragon Cookie: Kneel before me, tiny Cookies. For you are in the presence of the noblest of Dragonkind. Dino-Sour Cookie: But you’re just a Cookie... Ananas Dragon Cookie: You dare to call me a mere Cookie!? I have simply adopted this worthless form to save my strength. Milk Cookie: So you’re a Dragon, just like a Pitaya Dragon Cookie! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Hrrmph! Do not even think to compare me with that failure of a Dragon! Ananas Dragon Cookie: For your transgressions, you shall be imprisoned. FOREVER. Mango Cookie: Um… Have you been living in this mountain all this time…? Ananas Dragon Cookie: Of course. For times longer than mere Cookies can ever fathom. Mango Cookie: Then, does that mean… Oh! The legend of five Dragons coming into the world is true! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Intriguing… You are not as incompetent as the other Cookies. Mango Cookie: But please wait, these two know that the islands are beautiful and serene! Mango Cookie: The digging only started because they wanted to meet you, the great Dragon, and to find their friends! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Enough! Whatever your reasons, the island has been desecrated. There is no mercy for such a crime. Milk Cookie: No, please! We must find our friends! PLEASE!

Dino-Sour Cookie: Look out! Rocks are falling down on us! A cave-in!? Milk Cookie: An earthquake!? Ananas Dragon Cookie: My nest…! How is this possible! Ananas Dragon Cookie: HRRRMPH! This is nothing…! Dino-Sour Cookie: Wow, really? You could have lent us some help and not just yourself... Ananas Dragon Cookie: I have no reason to help Cookies. Mango Cookie: Is everyone ok? Mango Cookie: Wait… there’s something in that corner! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Pineapplemur!? Mango Cookie: Don’t worry! I’ll save you! Milk Cookie: Wait, look out! There’s too many rocks falling!

Milk Cookie: Are you ok!? Are the two of you in one piece? Mango Cookie: I’m fine! But this Pet’s tail has been scratched by some rocks... Milk Cookie: Leave it to me! Healing Milk Mace, hear my plea! Mango Cookie: Its tail is coming back to normal! Milk Cookie: Don’t worry, little one! The pain has gone away! Mango Cookie: The earthquake… has it stopped? Ananas Dragon Cookie: Intriguing. I stand corrected. Not all Cookies are worthless and weak, are they? Dino-Sour Cookie: Dude… seriously… You’re a Cookie, too. Ananas Dragon Cookie: Your desecration of my island cannot be forgiven. But for saving my Pet, I shall let you go… this time. Milk Cookie: Please, if we could ask just one question? Mango Cookie: Please, oh great Dragon! Ananas Dragon Cookie: I am a generous Dragon. Present your request. Milk Cookie: Do you know where the other Dragons are? Our friends are definitely looking for them! Ananas Dragon Cookie: Dragons tend to stay where their strength can remain pure. Dino-Sour Cookie: Just how many Dragons are out there!? Ananas Dragon Cookie: I leave it to your little heads to understand my words. Ananas Dragon Cookie: Now, away with you. Heed caution should you ever decide to return before me.

Dino-Sour Cookie: Whew… what a hike! Would’ve been faster if the Dragon just flew us down the mountain... Milk Cookie: Hmm, where could the other Dragons be? Mango Cookie, got any ideas? Mango Cookie: According to legend, there’s a Red Dragon that controlled fire and brimstone, and a Golden Dragon that controlled the earth. Mango Cookie: A Blue Dragon that granted wishes, a Violet Dragon that manipulated darkness, and the all-knowing Ivory Dragon. Milk Cookie: Maybe the Blue Dragon can grant a wish! A wish to be reunited with Mala Sauce Cookie and Purple Yam Cookie!

Dino-Sour Cookie: Thanks for the canoe! Travelling is going to be so much easier now! Mango Cookie: Don’t mention it! Glad to help! Milk Cookie: It’ll be easy since we learned how to paddle from an expert! Shall we get going? Dino-Sour Cookie: Hey… Uh… Do the waves seem a bit rough…? *Urp…!* Milk Cookie: Indeed… We’ve paddled so much, but we’re still in the same spot! Mango Cookie: I’ve never been on the ocean in rough waters like this… I’m afraid I’m not much help. Milk Cookie: We need to get going… We must hurry! Dino-Sour Cookie: Huh!? The waves… They’ve calmed down! Milk Cookie: Now’s our chance! We need to hurry! We should say our goodbyes to Mango Cookie before we lea- Milk Cookie: You! Ananas Dragon Cookie: I merely disliked how the waters were moving around my islands. In the end, it seems to have helped your futile paddling. Milk Cookie: Thank you for assisting us! Mango Cookie: I knew it! The legends about the Dragons’ powers are true, too! Mango Cookie: Come back and visit with your friends! I’ll be sure to show you all of our islands’ beauty! Dino-Sour Cookie: And we’re off! Let’s GO!

#mango cookie #dinosour cookie #milk cookie #ananas dragon cookie #COOKIE RUN #cr dialogue #artichoke cookie

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a-rat-and-a-blob · 6 years

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Drabble Arch: A Chimera’s Cry - The Lone Hero

This is the second chapter of the story A Chimera’s Cry. If you want to read the previous chapters, go over to the fanfiction.net page! (link)

These chapters / drabbles will go every week on saturdays.

Bones clatter on the ground as the rat's bloody body falls apart under the weight of the acid as I threw them. The body merely rolled over to the rest of tarnished, decaying pile of what could've been. The tunnels echo the collisions, repeating the corpses lifeless "thumps" over and over and over and over again. Every time I hear it, my fur tingles and my skin shivers. This looming plague comes over as the terrifying sounds begin to invade my body. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. It's never-ending. Usually sounds go silent into the night but not this, NO NO NO! It goes on and on.. My subjects' cries. My subjects' shrieks. My subjects' screams. All were silent except for their lifeless bodies. Thump. Thump! Thump!! Thump!!!

"YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ALIVE!" I screamed, kicking the pile of bloody rats to drown in the sewage below. Some were still with on the surface, their corpses mocking him. "You're supposed to serve me! You're supposed to be more mes! I'm your ruler! And I command you TO STOP! MAKING! THAT! NOISE!" More bodies are flown through the water, their splashes manifesting into cries of the anguished as if they were still alive. At first, it was only small with repeated shrieks here and there, but then they become more and more frequent. Suddenly. a cascade of random noises turn into a crescendo of terror as all of the noises began to merge into one. "STOP IT! I..I DEMAND SILENCE!"

The noises stop suddenly. The stillness eerie. I walk up to the sewage and stare at the indiscernible green unable to see the subjects I killed. I storm to the cauldron in my lair where the green lantern above glows dimly to the bubbling liquid. I growl at its putrid stench. I grumble as it shows my twisted reflection back. "This.. THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" I shout at the deceased golem's body that act as the cauldron. I took the sides it. I barely feel my hands burn. I threw it in the ground, watching the green liquid spill. My reflection still shows. I turn my head away.

"You're supposed to work.." I reach into my pouch and took out a ripped, yellowed, crumbled sheet of paper with a list of ingredients and a drawing of a mutated rat. On the top was the name "Scratch". My fist begins to clench as I hold it, fingernails piercing into the drawing's face. "You.. were supposed to work.." My hands released the paper, letting it fall to the moist ground. I step back and sat on my trash bag, hands covering my head as I tried to find comfort in all of the chaos.

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. 4 drops of sewage. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. 8 drops of sewage. Drip. Drip. Drip. Everything goes quiet. Everything fades away.

DING! DONG!

I jump out of my trance. My ears raised high and reach for my crossbow and pointed in its direction.

Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong. It stopped.

it was only the muffled bell from the bell tower. The Goopy One told me it was there to tell time for the surface.. I glance over at the empty trash bag on the other side of the room. I never touched it. I never touched it since he left.

I crawl over to the dropped recipe and went over to what was once ZAC's bed. I lay inside, looking at the piece of paper with the drawing of Scratch, gazing into the holes I pierced. I try to flatten them out, making them look less like holes.

I shoot a quick whistle towards the cracks, beckoning my remaining subjects to come. One roach comes over. "Hmph. Did they come back yet?" I ask in a raspy voice. "They haven't came back since this morning.. They.. they couldn't have found a new home already? Yes?"

The roach merely skitters to my hand as I raise it towards my face.

"Oh. I see.. you don't know if they did.." I growl at the roach. I always demand answers from my subjects, but all aggression suddenly dissipated when the roach claims they were marching over right now. I peered closer towards him. "WHERE!?"

I sneak through the sewers, running as fast as I can to reach them before they come to their homes to lock the sewer king himself out. I couldn't afford to let that happen. Suddenly, I hear the familiar squashing of footsteps. I look from the corner and see the same hulking figure carrying what seems to be Scratch, a rat slumped on his back.

However, it isn't like the last times I saw them. They walk slowly with their arms limping around uselessly in the air. Their faces look down into the ground in shame. The only arm that's active was ZAC's left arm which seems to be holding a lone feather.

I walk in front of him. "SURPRISE!" I shout, cackling. "Did you miss me!?" Closer up, it was even more peculiar. The blob seemed to be covered in concrete and Scratch is holding on to his neck for dear life. "Wha.. what happened?"

ZAC merely walks around me.

I run back to him. "Hey! Hey! Hey! You're in MY kingdom! And you follow My orders! I command you to answer my question! What happened!?"

He glares down at me. "Listen, pal. Now's not the time for this stuff. Today's been a rough day and Scratch here is exhausted and I don't want to talk about it nor do I want to hear your 'music' in front of the place."

"Hmph. Not my fault you wouldn't let the sewer king in. And it's great music!" Twitch grumbles. That was odd.. He read from human literature that you can get people out by music, and pots and pans provided the best sewer music! "Ugh.. I was just wondering what happened up there. Was it some stupid human overreacting to a building being destroyed? Hehe.. Not your fault they're too dumb to think about what you wanted. Hmph! All humans are dumb. Bleagh!"

"TWITCH!"

I grew silent.

"Listen closely cause I'm not a fan of repeating myself. Today's a rough day, and if you want me to punch you, then I suggest giving us a bit of space. I need to think of some things," ZAC sighs, glancing at the rustled black feather.

"But.. I just wanted to know what happened to my subjects? A king needs to-"

"Twitch. We're not your subjects. We're not your weapons. This is just a temporary home." ZAC turned away and kept moving, never stopping. "We’re doing fine, pal. Don’t worry about it. Good night, Twitchy."

"Good... Night. Goopy One.." I mumble. I sit down in the sewers, looking down at the sewage. I kick about the water, just thinking what to do before they leave forever...

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. 4 drops of sewage. I could've sworn I saw one glow...

It was a rough night. The world around me is dark with no light or hope in sight. Everywhere I turn, I see him.

I stand abrupt, awake at the thick of the night. My breathing quickens as I stand up. I look behind me, expecting to feel those 5 scarlet eyes staring down next to me.. to him. I stretch my arm for the lantern and lit it with a wooden match. I see Scratch sleeping soundly on his trash bag, unharmed or untouched, yet he's still affected. I could see the shivering skin and the skittering teeth and reactive kicks here and there. I look down at the feather again. This wasn't the first zaunite science abomination I've fought up there; there were plenty, but I've never felt so scared. This was the third time I woke up tonight.

I bring the lantern over to Scratch and tapped him on the shoulder. The moment he feels my touch, he jumps up and shields himself to me.

"Heh.. Guess you dream about him too, don't'cha?"

He just walks up to slump on my body, exhausted from the panic. Exhausted from the stress. Exhausted from the fear. I feel a pang of guilt. I brought him to this..

"Hey. Hang in there. He won't get you here. Not in the sewers, and definitely not with me around. I promise I'll take him down!"

I sit him up, and made sure his eyes meet mine. "You can't be my sidekick anymore," Scratch just look at him with scared eyes before going back to his trash bag to look for a particular gauntlet. I come up to him and he brings it out immediately, showing the venomous green ball in his hand. Showing the various ways to manipulate it to impress me, but all failed.

I grab him by the wrist and moved his arm down, dissipating the green orb to nothing but smoke. "No buts pal," I said sternly. "You almost died today, and I'm not going through that again. I'm sorry. You're staying here. Can't let some vulture thing get your head, right?" I give him a soft smile before letting go of his wrist.

He raises his hand to show a twisted picture of Twitch holding a bunch of rats over a cauldron through his gauntlet. I swipe it away with my hand. The image turns to smoke. "He won't touch you here.." I glance at the heavy furniture blocking the doorway. "That thing weighs a couple hundred pounds, pal. Twitch won't be able to get you.."

Scratch comes over to hold my big green hand, his grip hard. He looks up to me, defenseless and scared. "I'm not leaving you," I said, petting him a bit. "Gonna take more than a crazy 'sewer king' and some monster to get me away right? It's just Zaun needs me. A superhero can't abandon the people he protects right?"

Scratch nods silently, his eyes drifting on the ground, still reluctant on this decision.

"Tell you what," I said. "How about we get through this night together? Before I leave." I ask. "With the both of us, that monster in our dreams won't stand a chance."

The two of us lay on my bed. I hold on to Scratch with my big arms as he digs into my chest. He sleeps soundly in the comfort of my warmth as I spend the long hours staring at the black feather.

#ic #ZAC #Twitch #Scratch #Drabble Arch #Drabble Arch: A Chimera's Cry #1702 words

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thessalian · 6 years

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Thess vs Good-Byes

Sooooooooooo I watched Critical Role last night and I had ... thoughts.

Yeah, I’ve killed a character. But permadeath happened offscreen because it was a situation where the player left and there was literally no other way to write her out at that point in the story. I mean, I thought about it. I really did. Unfortunately, when you’re dealing with a paladin who took an oath, you have two choices - you godmod them breaking their oath, which is the suckiest thing you can do to a character’s memory ... or you take the final option. Almost anyone else, I could have had just ... get scared and run away or something. (S’kind of what I had the other one who left while giving me no warning whatsoever did.)

Anyway, the main reason I’m going into this on any scale whatsoever is that watching the first half-hour or so of last night’s Critical Role session ... I lament that we couldn’t do that for the first character we ever lost. I know that a lot of it was ... well ... in deference to me, really. I was shaken up; it had come really suddenly and put me in a really bad position plot-wise. My players found a balance between staying in character with their grief and not making me dwell on it. I will forever be grateful to them. Like, literally forever. It wasn’t a ... well, it wasn’t a clean death. I mean, it was from a mechanics point of view, but it wasn’t just ... the dice not cooperating or someone doing something stupid. It was a death that had to happen because the player was no longer there and I didn’t want to take her over until the end of the plot.

The rest of the players did me proud. I mean, every one of them in their own way did something with it, and some wear it more on their sleeves (or rather, the neck of their viol) than others. But it’s there. She’s remembered. Every so often there’s “I owe that bitch” and “I miss her” and just ... moments. And hey, if she was going to die, I didn’t have her die like a chump; getting nuked by the Dragon Queen after mouthing off to her is probably ... well, about the way Nora would have gone. I just wish she’d had the moment she deserved.

We have to say good-bye to another character soon. Like, imminently soon. On one level I’ve been having to juggle things so that the departing character doesn’t hear too much about impending fights that she might feel super-guilty for not being involved in, which is not an in-character position I like to put people in. But on the other ... she’s going to have her moment. Even if it’s just half the session of proper good-byes and bequeathing bits and pieces to folks, there’s going to be that moment.

Bleagh, emotional. Well, maybe the rogue-stealing nipper will leave our glorious tiefling some time someday. It’s not aggravating because I have time to prepare and handle it properly. It’s just ... sad.

#Thess watches Critical Role #Thess RPs

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