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What do you see when you’re knocked out? Most people might just say nothing just a black void empty of anything, other says they back track into memories seeing faces of dead love ones and happy memories that keep them fighting
That’s not the case for gingerbrave.
The cookie opens his eyes. The pupils adjusting to the sudden flush of light
This young cookie’s mind works differently, instead of seeing what I just described the he sees a white space Just a void in his mind which seems to stretch ages decorated with a ghostly white colour which hurts the eyes. but despite the empty spaces and the ominous feeling of solitude, he likes it. He knows and loves this space which has been a secondary home to him all his life. It’s the one place he can rest. not having to deal with wizard cookie angry speeches, strawberry cookie clinging to him. It’s his brain, the one place he can…do anything. Gingerbrave quickly sits up taking in the deep breath of air, for he knows soon he’s gonna wake up. He stands to his feet and leans against the empty spaces for a few minutes, collecting his breath before he can hear it.
“Gingerbrave!! Oh god he isn’t dead is he!?”
“Stand back everyone!! don’t worry he’s still breathing!”
The voices. The ones that call him back all the time. Back to the real world. He sighs as he lays back down…knowing he’s gonna be hit with a wave of screams of joy and pain as he starts to close his eyes, clutching his chest as he starts to fade away slowly…