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Poison Mushroom was tired, of course they were. They just went against five people by themselves. Not much the purple fellow could do on their own, even with those shrooms of theirs, so they plopped to the ground in defeat, and rolled out of the way of the five other cookies.
“Bye..bye..!” They said weakly.
“Should we help em?” A cookie Poison best referred to as, “short blue guy” said blankly. “They look…”
Poison slowly tried to push themselves up off the ground with eyes of drowsiness, before plopping back into the dark red dirt with a light squeak.
“Nah, it’s what they get trying to poison us with that, mushroom stuff!” The “spicy lady” said menacingly.
Poison just laid there quietly, hoping they wouldn’t get slashed by another knife.
“Well then, let’s get a move on!” the “Bald guy” said enthusiastically as always, “Hope you get on your feet again, errm…?” Poison guessed he wanted a response.
“Poison Mushroom..”
“Yea! You..”
And with that they were on their way, all five of them leaving Poison of lay their till they gained the strength to get back to the tower. Poison laid on their belly with a sigh, trying to take deep breaths which turned into shaken ones due to them being exhausted. It felt like they were gonna lay their forever, but they heard something.
“Hi there!”
“Eh?”
Poison Mushroom jolted up to meet the sudden voice. There, just a few inches away from their face sat a lightly toasted cookie, with bright clothing. It took a few moments but eventually, Mushroom recognized the cookie.
It was King guy.
King guy was about the same size as Poison, just a little shorter, and a whole lot louder, all Poison could remember was that King wanted to be a, well..king. And that they had some, odd power? Poison had only seen it once or twice, it glowed a bright yellow, and it looked painful. And the last thing they needed was to be in any more pain.
Poison jolted into their knees out of shock, hadn’t this guys gang of meanies already went on their way!? Poison unconsciously braced themselves for a hit, they were too weak to fight even if they wanted to.
“What are you..?” King asked in confusion, they say that like they weren’t here to finish Poison off!
“Get back! You’re not gonna hit me with your..weird glowing hand!” Poison flayed their hands at King in defense, waving them blindly, turning their face away from them so they wouldn’t have their eye blown out.
“Ow hey- stop- what are you- QUIT!”
“You’re not gonna kill me! Not today!”
“Ow ow, I’m not gonna OW- Do you want me to help you or not!”
“Wha-“ Poison paused their windmill of slaps and brought their limp hands to their chest. Why would King wanna help them, it didn’t make sense, they were bad! Well thats what Licorice always said.
King lifted their hand toward Poison, a smile on their face. Poison flinched back in fear.
“This is it, this is the end, I’ll die in the woods by the weird glowing paws of King. Tell Licorice I love him Pure Vanilla.”
Poison felt King’s hand land on their forehead, as they waited for their doom to occur they slowly realized something. They didn’t feel worse, they felt better, slowly but surely, the aches and cuts from the battle a few minutes ago slowly faded into nothing. Poison felt King’s palm leave their forehead and they winked their eyes open in shock and confusion.
“Better?” King asked innocently, as if they didn’t give Poison the scare of their life.
“…” Instead of answering Poison nodded a yes.
“That means your highness is getting better at healing!” King thought out loud to themselves.
“Eh?”
“Nothing..” King replied before getting of the ground and dusting themselves off. They looked down to Poison and held their hand out.
Poison hesitated for a few moments, but took King’s hand and lifted themselves up to their feet. They looked at King in confusion for a few moments of awkward silence, and decided to say something.
“Why’d you-“
“Im Custar-“
They tried again.
“It’s very rude to interrupt-!”
“Hey we spoke at the same-“
And again..
“We did it again!”
“Are you serious?!”
King took a deep breath, clearly irritated.
“I, am Custard Cookie. KING, Custard Cookie the |||.” King said entitledly , while curtsying suddenly.
Poison copied the movement out of confusion, while making a mental note to themselves. Their name is Custard, not King.
“…”
“And you are?” King- Custard asked expectantly.
“Oh, Poison Mushroom! Wait..imnotsupposedtotellpeoplemyname..”
“Hm?”
“Nothing… Any way back to what I was saying, why’d you help me? Hasn’t your gang of meanies went on their ways already.”
Custard blinked a few times, taken aback.
“We aren’t meanies!” Said defensively.
“And I helped you cause, it’s the right thing to do! Plus you got beat up pretty bad-“
“It wasn’t that bad..” Poison defended
Custard shook his head lightly at Poison’s simplemindedness. He was about to ask Poison to tell him some more about themselves before he was interrupted-
“Custard!” Yelled a featherweight voice.
“Oh dear, that’s Strawberry I completely forgot that!” Custard exclaimed, “She’s probably shaken worried knowing her.”
“Strawberry? The quiet pink one?” Poison asked in confusion.
“Well that’s one way to describe her..but I’ve gotta go! The others are probably right behind her and it might not end well if they see you with me..” Custard said reluctantly.
“Eh that’s understandable, I should get going to, Licorice scolds me when I come back later than usual. He not mean or anything, just a worry wart, kinda like Strawberry.” Poison responded while turning off in their own direction.
“I’d suppose your right, bye!” Custard yelled over his shoulder while running off back on the path.