His vision was blurry and he could make out some moving shapes and moving lights. He couldn't move his head or arms because he was being held by something.
It-they were crying he thinks.
He blinked several times, his vision finally clearing. There were injured cookies everywhere, the place had no plant or wildlife of any kind, and so much was on fire.
He could smell burnt dough, and he shuddered when he realized it was from him. His body hurt in a lot of places and he could feel places where his dough was hot, likely where the burnt smell was coming from.
His head hurt the worst though, cycling between throbbing with every beat of his heart to swimming, like he was going to pass out any minute for what he could only assume would be a second time.
The cookie hugging him was sobbing, and her grip tightened as she sunk her head further into his shoulder, she wore a pink hoodie and smelled of strawberries. a glance over his shoulder at movement had him see a cookie in a blue robe and pointed hat with white hair staring holes into the ground. He had a staff on his hands that looked it would snap in two if he gripped it any harder.
He was trembling, though he wasn't sure why.
Soft footsteps approached them and the blue robed cookie looked to his left. So he followed their gaze. There was a taller, older cookie in a white robe and waffle cones markings and a hat, they had long blonde hair and stared at the cookies, well him too it seemed, with concern.
They don't know each other.
"Strawberry, Wizard, Gingerbrave?"
Gingerbrave, he knew that name. That was his name wasn't it...yes. It is. So why does this cookie know it?
The cookie hugging him loosens her grip a little, causing Gingerbrave to start slumping to the ground, and she quickly readjusts her grip so he's leaning on her. Gingerbrave catches the scent of strawberries again and assumes she is the one this strange cookie called Strawberry.
Meaning the one in the robe had to be Wizard.
"Are-are you three...hurt?" the adult cookie asked them.
Gingerbave knew he was in someway, but didn't feel comfortable articulating that with someone he didn't know. Wizard? muttered something and hunched in on himself more while Strawberry? began sobbing again.
The adult cookie looked between the two alarmed before settling his gaze on him. He seemed...kind, but Gingerbave didn't like the staring regardless.
but he could also tell the other two weren't going to say anything,
So Gingerbrave gathered up a sudden and strong feeling of courage.
"Um...hello. Do you know where I am? And... wh-what happened here?"
The adult cookie looked at him in confusion. The other two flinched, hard.
The adult stared at him in horror, and Gingerbrave was now more confused than he was before.
(i had fun writing this tee hee)
Oooo! I really like this, but I think the process of elimination should be for which of the three HE is
Like he sees someone who smells like a strawberry, that’s strawberry, he sees someone dressed like a wizard, that’s wizard so he must be gingerbrave
Really nails it in to the reader on how much the kid has lost