The Snap...

"WOAH! I've never seen the sky so blue! And look at all these awesome buildings! I never imagined that the Crème Republic was gonna be THIS BIG!" Gingerbrave exclaimed, his face pressed against the airship's window, his wide eyes drinking in the breathtaking cityscape unfolding beneath him.

"My friends. Allow me the honor to be the first to welcome you to the Crème Republic: where culture and magichanical technology thrive!" Clotted Cream greeted, pride and joy resonating in his voice, the gleam in his eyes reflecting the excitement of showcasing the Republic's beauty and technological achievements.

"Is this what oceans are supposed to look like? It's a lot cleaner than the Licorice Sea!" Crunchy Chip chimed in, his features a canvas of amazement and surprise.

"It is! Isn't it beautiful, Crunchy Chip Cookie?" Mochaccino responded, his tone brimming with awe and a genuine smile that masked the underlying anxiety and guilt plaguing his thoughts. The need to appear normal pressed on him, uncertainty shrouding his actions.

"The climate is cool and crisp too. Much milder than the Hollyberry Kingdom's," Wildberry added, his observant eyes sweeping over the environment, absorbing the intricate details that registered in his attentive mind.

"HA HA! Hence the reason why the Crème Republic is the greatest land for all Cookies!" Madeleine boasted, his voice carrying a confident lilt, a smirk adorning his features, and an aura of arrogance and pride radiating from his presence. "Everywhere you look, at every turn and every corner, there is nothing but beauty and kindness! Bask in the radiance of our city, my friends! Enjoy what the city has to offer!"

"Consul, sir. Shall I send word to the Elders that we have arrived?" Financier addressed Clotted Cream, her voice betraying a hint of impatience and urgency, a slight note of concern and apprehension coloring her words.

"I beg to differ. Our first stop must be the laboratory. We must analyze the Soul Jam without delay," Espresso corrected, opting for the more pragmatic approach.

"Decisions, decisions... Right! My friends, your opinions on this matter would be greatly appreciated." Clotted Cream requested, his eyes holding the weight of a decision, a hint of apprehension and concern clouding his expression.

"The Soul Jam should be taken to the lab first, shouldn't it?" Gingerbrave asked, his head tilting curiously as he tried to grasp the gravity of the situation.

"I second that opinion. After all, it was the purpose of our mission, wasn't it?" Mochaccino agreed, his expression a carefully constructed mask of neutrality and calm, his gaze projecting an illusion of confidence with meticulous precision.

"They're right! Keeping the Soul Jam safe and secure is critical!" Crunchy Chip supported their words, a resolute gleam in his eyes reflecting a deep sense of responsibility and duty that rested on his shoulders.

"Additionally, we do not have the luxury of time. Each passing second denies us an opportunity to conduct another analysis on the Soul Jam." Espresso added, his words imbued with a sense of urgency, the underlying concern barely concealed beneath the layer of rationality.

"I agree that getting the Soul Jam to the Institute of Thaumaturgy should be our very first move. Let us cut across the Fountain Piazza." Clotted Cream decided, a hint of hesitation in his tone.

At the Fountain Piazza, the group was met with the sight of a grand fountain, its water spouting out, creating a magnificent display.

The crystal-clear water reflected the surrounding light, casting dancing patterns across the area and adding an extra layer of enchantment to the already magical atmosphere.

"Behold! The grand center of the Crème Republic: the Fountain Piazza!" Madeleine announced, his voice infused with pride and joy, the radiant smile on his face betraying his genuine appreciation and awe.

"Look! LOOK! It's Ser Madeleine Cookie!" A Republic Cookie Citizen pointed, their excited voice ringing through the crowd, pulling the attention of the other citizens.

"He's back! Ser Madeleine Cookie is back from his quest!!" A second Cookie shouted, the words pulling the crowd into a frenzy, a surge of excitement rippling through the gathering.

"EEEEK!! We've been waiting for your safe return, Ser Madeleine Cookie!" A third Cookie exclaimed, their eyes filled with stars and excitement.

"HA HA HA HA! My presence alone brings smiles to many an admirer!" Madeleine laughed, the boisterous sound echoing through the Piazza, his expression contorted in an arrogant and smug grin.

The crowd, now fully enthralled, erupted in cheers and applause, creating a lively and animated scene at the heart of the Republic.

"So many Cookies have come to say hi!" Gingerbrave added, the enthusiasm radiating from his words, the admiration for the knight reflected in his eyes.

"Gingerbrave, come now! Don't just stand there IN awe, you must INSPIRE awe!" Madeleine encouraged, the tone laced with pride and confidence, the radiant aura of his presence emanating the pride and glory of the Paladins of the Republic. "Your behavior must exude grace and power! Raise your chin! Tilt your head! Broaden your shoulders! Or try this! Take your hand and stroke through your hair as if you're in mid-thought!"

"H... H... Hair...? I... I... can't!" Gingerbrave stammered, his words an echo of hesitation and uncertainty, since he was for the most part lacking the proper mane to do any hair-stroking.

"Who is that stranger with Ser Madeleine Cookie?" The first Republic Cookie Citizen from earlier pointed out, their gaze directed at the most plain Cookie of the group, Gingerbrave.

"He looks so bland, but cute!" The second Cookie remarked, their eyes filled with curiosity, a spark of intrigue shining in their gaze.

"His dough looks so healthy, so crispy!" The third Cookie added, the tone an echo of admiration, their gaze fixed on the cookie.

The crowd's chatter and observations created a lively atmosphere, a blend of admiration, curiosity, and amusement surrounding Gingerbrave's unexpected presence among the esteemed Paladins.

"Where're all these folks coming from?! What's going on here?!" Crunchy Chip inquired, a hint of nervousness and apprehension in his voice.

"I assume the airship's arrival has sparked the residents' curiosity. And Ser Madeleine Cookie's reputation... precedes him." Financier replied, her stoic gaze communicating that she wasn't particularly surprised, or the least bit amused.

"The Soul Jam must be protected at all costs. We should leave. Now." Wildberry advised, his commanding voice an echo of the urgency in the situation, the words laden with a sense of urgency.

"You are right. I am afraid we have already garnered too much attention." Mochaccino agreed, his voice laced with an undercurrent of concern, the words betraying the growing sense of unease that had been building up within him.

"OH, COME ON...! If any more Cookies swarm us, we'll be crushed into crumbs!" Crunchy Chip groaned, a hint of impatience in his voice.

The bustling crowd, filled with eager citizens, posed a challenge to the group's mission of safeguarding the Soul Jam.

The urgency in their voices mirrored the pressing need to navigate through the growing throng before the situation escalated into chaos.

"This way, my children!" A sudden voice rang out, an authoritative tone resonating with the air, pulling the attention of the group. The Cookies turned to see a Cookie draped in the white robes that resembled those of a bishop. It was none other than Archbishop Cream Cookie. "Follow me to the Sanctum!"

At the Divine Sanctum, which could only be described as a place of worship and reflection, the Cookies entered the room, a solemn air settling in the atmosphere. Gingerbrave was the first to break the silence, describing the place in his own words, "WOW! This is the Divine Sanctum? It's like the most beautiful cake ever! Decorated with the fanciest cream and toppings!"

"Welcome to the Divine Sanctum. This cathedral serves as one of the most historically and culturally significant locations in all of the Crème Republic." Archbishop Cream's voice echoed, the sound reverberating through the walls, a gentle and soft tone, like the calming notes of a chime, the soothing waves of a quiet sea. "Ah, but where are my manners? Allow me to formally introduce myself. I am Archbishop Cream Cookie, a faithful disciple to the Divines."

"Entertaining new guests are we, Archbishop? The Sanctum seems more lively than usual." A female, mature voice rang through the atmosphere, a hint of curiosity lacing the words, a playful undertone.

"Elder Mille-feuille Cookie. I did not see you there." Archbishop Cream greeted, a bow punctuating his words, the tone respectful and solemn.

The Divine Sanctum unfolded before them, an intricate masterpiece of architecture adorned with celestial-themed decorations, creating an atmosphere that echoed both reverence and artistic beauty.

The voices of the gathered Cookies harmonized with the sacred ambiance, and the unexpected arrival added a touch of vibrancy to the usually serene setting.

"I came to pray for those less fortunate: the Cookies who are suffering in pain and sadness." Elder Mille-feuille responded, a hint of concern, an undercurrent of empathy and pity, the words laden with the heaviness of such a responsibility. "Your journey here must have been exhausting. I thank the Divines that you have made it safely. Just look at you! Crumbs on your face... Tsk tsk."

"Thank you for your concern, Elder Mille-feuille Cookie." Clotted Cream interjected, the tone respectful and courteous, a smirk adorning his features.

Elder Mille-feuille, a venerable figure draped in a cloak of wisdom, stood amidst the divine aura of the Sanctum.

The chamber's ethereal glow accentuated the lines of worry etched on Mille-feuille's features, a testament to the weight of the elder's responsibilities. The air held a somber reverence, amplifying the empathetic undertones in Mille-feuille's voice.

"Erm... who's this?" Gingerbrave questioned, his eyes wide with confusion, his gaze shifting between Clotted Cream and Elder Mille-feuille.

"I present to you Elder Mille-feuille Cookie, one of the nine members of the Convocation of Elders." Clotted Cream explained, his voice carrying a hint of authority, the words resonating with an air of importance.

"A pleasure to meet you. You have played a crucial role in these trying times, as our lands are on the brink of war. I heard that you have achieved great success in the summit with the Ancient Heroes at the Vanilla Kingdom?" Mille-feuille questioned, the tone an echo of interest and curiosity.

The flickering candlelight painted a dance of shadows on the walls, adding to the mystique of the encounter between these influential figures within the hallowed halls of the Sanctum.

"Indeed. The Ancient Heroes have agreed to my terms. We have brought their Soul Jam, the legendary artifacts of mysterious power." Clotted Cream revealed, his voice an echo of triumph and victory, the words resonating with the air of a promise, a vow of great power.

The grandeur of the Sanctum seemed to amplify the weight of Clotted Cream's proclamation, the hallowed walls bearing witness to the exchange of powers beyond the realm of common understanding.

The glow of the divine sanctity seemed to dance with newfound energy, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

"Oh? And who is that, might I ask?" Elder Mille-feuille asked, her gaze shifting to the Cookies of the group.

"That would be me. Mochaccino Cookie, at your service." Mochaccino bowed, a mask of courtesy and humility etched onto his features. The chamber resonated with the soft echoes of Mochaccino's introduction, the flickering candlelight playing a dance of shadows on the walls as a symbol of respect for the elders. "Under His Majesty's orders, I am here to make sure everything ranging from analysis, experimentation, and research on the Soul Jam are done safely and effectively. And to authorize said experiments, of course."

"These Soul Jam seem to be receptacles for their noble souls. They are secured in an enchanted reliquary to ensure a safe and, may I add, discrete transit." Clotted Cream continued, his eyes gleaming with a determined resolve. "How fares our beloved city? I hope all has been well during my absence?"

"The light of the Divines greets us with its presence. All Cookies under its warm sunlight remain healthy and crispy." Archbishop Cream answered, his voice carrying a foreboding note, the words laden with a subtle warning. "However, there have been irregular rumors of heresy as of late. I am quite troubled by these acts of heresy. There are those who speak in a tongue unknown to the Light... Some have even begun praying to the shadows, blighted areas untouched by the Divines."

The Sanctum's sacred atmosphere seemed to shudder at the mention of these ominous words, the shadows cast by the candlelight deepening in response to the rising concern.

"What was that?!" Crunchy Chip exclaimed, his already alert demeanor unraveling further at the unexpected sound, his warrior instincts honed in on the cry for help that pierced the air, stirring an urgent call to action.

"HEEELP! Monsters are attacking the city! Our Republic is under attack! All Cookies are in danger!" The desperate screams reverberated through the city, creating a dissonant symphony of panic and fear, the echoes of distress penetrating the very core of the Republic's sanctity.

"What!! Monsters?!" Clotted Cream's eyes widened, a mixture of shock and fear casting a shadow over his usually composed countenance.

The vibrant colors of his ceremonial robe seemed to dull in the face of this unforeseen threat, his esteemed status momentarily forgotten in the face of imminent danger.

"This cannot be...! The Celestial Light protects the very foundations of our home! How can such foul evil set foot in our blessed city?" Archbishop Cream questioned, his normally tranquil voice now tainted with a mix of disbelief and denial, the words an echo of collective shock and horror felt by all who heard.

"Elder Mille-feuille Cookie, Archbishop Cream Cookie. Pardon my urgency, but may I ask that you watch over our cargo until we return? We must assess the situation at once!" Clotted Cream urgently requested, the authority in his voice cutting through the panic like a blade, a plea for the elders to guard the precious cargo in the face of an unexpected threat.

The sacred walls of the Divine Sanctum seemed to tremble in response to the urgency, their solemnity accentuating the gravity of the impending crisis.

"Of course. I truly hope it is not too dangerous out there...!" Mille-feuille answered, her voice a delicate melody laced with a hint of hesitation and genuine concern, the weight of potential peril echoing through her words like a subtle tremor.

"Thanks so much! Let's head outside and take a look!" Gingerbrave called out, his energetic voice resonating with a blend of curiosity and bravery as he turned towards the door, the others trailing behind or taking the lead in a determined march.

Stepping back into the open air of the Monument Spire Piazza, the ambient sounds were abruptly overshadowed by the resonating thuds of a colossal Black Sugar Golem. Its massive frame traversed the Republic, each step sending vibrations through the ground, the rhythmic pounding creating an unsettling cadence in the heart of the city.

"A BROWN SUGAR GOLEM?!" Gingerbrave exclaimed, his eyes widening in sheer disbelief, the shock and awe mirrored in his expressive gaze.

"A golem just appeared in the middle of the city?! This has never happened before...!" Clotted Cream proclaimed, his normally composed demeanor crumbling in the face of this unprecedented threat, his eyes reflecting a blend of disbelief and genuine shock as the unexpected unfolded before him.

"Consul! I highly advise you get behind me, sir!" Financier urgently instructed, her voice resonating with a sense of duty and concern, as she swiftly moved the Consul to a safer position, her actions a shield against the impending threat.

"What on Earthbread is going on here?! I thought you said this place was safe!" Crunchy Chip demanded, his eyes fixed accusingly on Madeleine, the urgency of the situation etching a layer of anxiety onto his features.

"By the light...! This cannot be...!" Madeleine gasped, his tone a genuine mixture of terror and concern, the shocking reality of the situation unraveling before him as the thunderous thuds of the golem's approach reverberated through the air.

"Monsters! Flee for your lives!" A Cookie in the crowd screamed, their voice laden with raw terror, the panic spreading like wildfire through the gathering.

"The buildings are collapsing!" Another Cookie shrieked, the words a chilling realization of imminent danger, panic rising in their voice.

"HELP! SAVE US!" A third Cookie cried out, the plea echoing with desperation and anguish, the chaos unfolding around them intensifying with each passing moment.

"Please! Somebody?! ANYBODY?! HELP!" The second Cookie continued, their voice reaching a fever pitch of panic and horror, the atmosphere steeped in an overwhelming sense of dread.

"These Cookies need our help! We have to stop those golems!" Gingerbrave's impassioned cry cut through the chaos, his voice carrying the weight of determination and unwavering confidence, rallying those around him to face the impending threat.

In response, the air was punctuated by explosions, accompanied by the distinctive whirring of Wafflebot arms. "Hey, everyone! I'm here, I invited myself here! Finally out of that stupid crate!" Strawberry Crepe's energetic entrance added a dynamic twist to the unfolding situation, their arrival marked by a burst of excitement and unexpected energy.

"STRAWBERRY CREPE COOKIE?! What are you doing here?!" Mochaccino demanded, his voice tinged with both exasperation and disbelief, the sight of Strawberry Crepe in the midst of the chaos hitting him with a sudden wave of shock.

"What? I told you I'd tag along. Didn't I?" Strawberry Crepe taunted, a cheeky grin playing on their features, their words carrying the challenge of their nonchalant presence amid the crisis.

"Sir Pure Vanilla Cookie must be looking for you back at the Vanilla Kingdo- Oh, never mind, you can not just go back. We have bigger issues at the moment..." Mochaccino sighed, resigning himself to the unexpected turn of events, realizing that Strawberry Crepe's spontaneity was now an integral part of the unfolding narrative.

The rest of the Black Sugar Golems advanced with ominous determination, their heavy footsteps resounding through the atmosphere like a dark symphony of impending doom.

In a decisive move, Mochaccino seized control of the situation, channeling his expertise into a potent display of power.

He conjured a massive ball of crackling electricity, unleashing it with precision directly at the approaching golems.

The impact was grand, shattering the constructs into a rain of fragments scattered on the ground like broken remnants of a malevolent force.

"PHEW! Thanks so much!" A Republic Cookie Citizen sighed in relief, their words imbued with genuine gratitude and joy, the tension lifted by the display of Mochaccino's skill.

"I don't think I've ever seen anything like THAT!" Another Cookie marveled, their words a harmonious chorus of wonder and surprise echoing through the crowd.

"Yeah! That's the Dark Cacao Kingdom's one and only Royal Scientist for you!" Crunchy Chip chimed in, his enthusiasm mirroring the collective awe of those witnessing the spectacle.

"I'm glad I could... help. Though we should probably find out what is causing all of this. That would be much more efficient," Mochaccino replied, his words carrying a note of uncertainty and hesitance.

"Consul, it pleases me greatly that you are safe. The golems were swiftly disposed of, preventing further destruction and sparing civilians from harm," Financier reported, her voice carrying a palpable note of relief and respect. As the immediate threat subsided, her body posture eased into a more relaxed stance. "But... I've never seen such monstrous creatures. How is this possible?"

"This is, indeed, disturbing. It seemed like any other ordinary day, but within moments, chaos erupted in the middle of our fair city," Clotted Cream remarked, his tone a thoughtful blend of contemplation and concern. His words carried a subtle hint of suspicion, as if an unsettling realization was dawning on him.

"Almost... as if... by design..." His eyes widened suddenly. "...!! Quickly! We must return to the Divine Sanctum at once!" Urgency laced his words, resonating with a sense of haste and the imperative need for immediate action.

Upon their return to the Divine Sanctum, the group discovered Archbishop Cream and Elder Mille-feuille fallen on the floor, both emitting groans of pain and exhaustion.

"What happened here?! Are you alright?" Gingerbrave cried out, his words saturated with worry and concern, a touch of fear coloring his tone.

"We... we were attacked...!" Elder Mille-feuille groaned, her words echoing with discomfort and pain, the severity of the situation etched on her features.

"Who'd dare?!" Clotted Cream demanded, his countenance darkening into a frown, the words escaping his lips laden with a simmering rage that threatened to boil over.

"Over... there...!" Elder Mille-feuille pointed to the center, her words echoing with an undercurrent of fear, a subtle shudder betraying the gravity of the situation.

"...!! They're back. Quicker than expected." A mysterious Cookie draped in a white robe, their mask featuring carved eyes deep black and a mouthless void, brandished a menacing dagger, their tone resonating with malevolence and a dark resolve.

"We have what we need. Let's go!" Another Cookie, similarly attired in the ominous white garb and wielding an identical weapon, urged their companion, both swiftly making their escape to parts unknown.

"Who're they?! They're making a run for it!" Crunchy Chip growled, his features transforming into a glare that bore a deep sense of mistrust, his eyes narrowing with suspicion and determination.

"The Soul Jam! Is the Soul Jam safe?!" Clotted Cream's cry echoed through the air, the words carrying a note of desperation, an undercurrent of concern that rippled through the tense atmosphere.

Everyone surged forward, their hurried footsteps resonating as they rushed toward the reliquary where the Soul Jam were supposed to be.

However, their hopes were shattered upon discovering the broken relic, an ominous void now replacing the once-secure container. "The reliquary is damaged... and... SIR! The Soul Jam are missing!" Financier reported, her eyes wide with dread and a profound sense of horror, the realization sinking in like a heavy stone.

"WHAT?!" Crunchy Chip's exclamation reverberated, the words a cacophony of surprise and dread, a growing sense of panic seizing the moment.

"The Soul Jam... gone?!" Wildberry added, his gaze shifting from the damaged reliquary to the fleeing figures, the pieces clicking into place with a terrible realization.

"And that's what you get for trusting the Republic..." Strawberry Crepe whispered in Mochaccino's ear, a smug smirk gracing their face, the words dripping with the satisfaction of instigating a looming disaster.

"Those masked Cookies must have taken it! We need to hunt them down, now!" Clotted Cream's command reverberated, the urgency and gravity of the situation accentuated in his words, a tinge of anger lending weight to his tone.

As everyone rushed outside to pursue the robed assailants, Mochaccino stood motionless, his mind grappling with the overwhelming chaos.

Left alone, he found himself in the company of Strawberry Crepe, who seized the opportunity to exploit the scientist's vulnerability for their own gain.

"Why... why is everything going wrong today?!" Mochaccino's panic echoed through the air as the Soul Jam of the Ancient Heroes were stolen by Cookies in white masks. "This... can't be happening...! How could I let this happen?! WHY?"

"Aw, cheer up, Mochaccino Cookie... Nothing's been lost yet. Keyword: yet." Strawberry Crepe taunted, their words carrying a strategic plan to manipulate the scientist. "There's still a chance you can catch them. After all, you've got the speed to do it. It'll be a piece of cake..."

"...though... I don't think these are the types of Cookies to come around with words. You get where I'm going at, right? Sure, you could just catch them and call it a day... but what's saying that's gonna make everything okay?" Strawberry Crepe reasoned, a hint of maliciousness in their words, the tone laden with a sinister intention.

As Mochaccino's trembling hand and widened eyes betrayed his shock, the gears turning in his head, Strawberry Crepe's smile widened.

Their calculated provocations were taking effect. Observing the scientist's expression, it seemed Mochaccino was nearing his breaking point.

"You know what you have to do." Strawberry Crepe urged, their voice resonating with false confidence and twisted pride, the words a dissonance of insincerity.

The group once again found themselves in the heart of the Fountain Piazza, scouring for the robed Cookies and the stolen Soul Jam. "Where did they flee?" Wildberry inquired, his words tinged with concern and urgency.

"The masked Cookies are over there!" Financier pointed to a trio of Cookies clad in identical white robes and masks. Each bore different weapons – a dagger, a smaller dagger, and a staff.

"They are quick. Split up!" The first Masked Cookie commanded, frustration evident in their tone, the order carrying the subtle weight of authority.

"Roger that!" The second Masked Cookie responded with military precision, their words echoing the obedience of a soldier.

"As you command!" The third Masked Cookie affirmed, and, with their allies, they dispersed, making it challenging to discern which one carried the precious Soul Jam.

"Uh oh! They've split up!" Gingerbrave exclaimed, his voice a blend of surprise and a subtle undercurrent of nervousness.

"Which one has the Soul Jam?!" Crunchy Chip demanded, his tone urgent and concerned, the question hanging heavy with the gravity of the situation.

"What do we do...?! Think quickly!" Financier instructed, her words a careful balance of worry and caution, a touch of impatience seeping into her tone.

"We should split up too! Let's go after one each and-!" Gingerbrave began to suggest, his eyes brimming with an idea, but his words were abruptly halted by the sudden sight of a vibrant blue flash bursting from the Divine Sanctum, soaring into the sky, only to crash-land with a resounding thud.

Crunchy Chip and the others instinctively flinched at the unexpected surge of energy and the subsequent crash.

"Where are they?!" Mochaccino's voice, laced with urgency and panic, reverberated through the air as he scanned the surroundings.

Hearing Mochaccino's raised voice, Crunchy Chip was immediately gripped by a profound sense of foreboding.

It was clear that something was amiss. Mochaccino, usually composed and soft-spoken, now exhibited a stark departure from his usual demeanor.

The scientist's body language spoke volumes, amplifying the sense of unease; he trembled, his eyes lost focus, and his typically calm mind had transformed into a tempest of frenzied thoughts.

"They will not... have the Soul Jam. No. I have not yet failed... I have not failed My Liege. I will not fail him, and the Dark Cacao Kingdom...! I will... FAIL NO ONE!" Mochaccino's vow resonated, devoid of the usual righteous conviction, replaced instead by a chilling, seething anger. The flames of hatred and retribution burned fiercely within him.

Crunchy Chip, attuned to the impending eruption, keenly sensed the impending turmoil. Mochaccino's trembling hand had morphed into a tightly clenched fist, and his suit crackled with erratic electricity.

However, this wasn't the controlled energy the scientist typically wielded. This electricity was untamed, erratic, a live wire.

Sparks danced around Mochaccino as his eyes glazed over, a dark expression etched across his face. A scowl adorned his features, and his eyes emitted a piercing blend of panic and anger.

In a surreal response to Mochaccino's tumultuous emotions, the skies above darkened, an ominous rumble echoing through the atmosphere.

The wind intensified, howling and whipping around the scene. The weather, mirroring the scientist's internal storm, transformed into a hostile tempest, winds roared, and the once-clear skies were engulfed in darkness.

"...No storm was broadcast to occur. I'm certain a clear sky was foreseen today," Clotted Cream remarked, his brow furrowed. Although not an expert in meteorology, an unspoken sense of disturbance lingered in the air, unsettling the usual harmony of the weather.

It was as if some celestial entity had taken offense to the unfolding events, weaving Mochaccino's tumultuous emotions into the very fabric of the storm. The atmosphere crackled with an otherworldly energy, a cosmic manifestation of the scientist's inner turmoil. Meanwhile, Mochaccino, positioned in a charged stance, locked his focus on one of the Masked Cookies.

"Oh, this is gonna get good," Strawberry Crepe commented, their tone laced with amusement.

As an intrigued spectator, they observed the crackling electricity emanating from Mochaccino's Power Suit, forming a mesmerizing blue aura around him.

"Everyone, fall back!" Crunchy Chip's urgent shout reverberated through the chaotic scene, his expression a blend of fear and shock as he gestured for others to clear the path.

Without warning, Mochaccino surged forward, the surrounding electricity intensifying as he propelled himself into the air.

A thunderous boom echoed through the air as Mochaccino hurtled towards the Masked Cookie wielding the smaller dagger, the clash between the two imminent.

The charged atmosphere and crackling energy heightened the anticipation, creating a dramatic tableau of impending conflict.

"What?!" The Masked Cookie exclaimed, a mixture of surprise and shock registering on their concealed face.

"YOU WILL NOT ESCAPE!" Mochaccino's roar reverberated through the tumultuous atmosphere, his voice dripping with fury and a simmering vengeance. The words carried the weight of an unyielding command, resonating with the gravity and finality of impending retribution.

Mochaccino's Power Suit crackled with unleashed lightning, the scientist's hand extended with precision to seize the Masked Cookie's head. In a swift and forceful motion, Mochaccino hurled the Masked Cookie to the ground.

A thunderous crash rippled through the air as the Masked Cookie's body collided with the pavement, leaving a deep crater in its wake.

Without hesitation, Mochaccino seized the Cookie's head once more and charged forward, pressing it forcefully against the ground.

"AAAAAAAAHHH!!!" The Masked Cookie's scream pierced the air as their mask succumbed to the pressure. Hairline fractures spider-webbed across the porcelain-like surface before shattering completely.

The reveal exposed a terrified face beneath, the Cookie's eyes wide with fear and panic, an unmasked vulnerability laid bare for all to see.

And they felt it... every gritty detail of their face being mercilessly dragged across the unforgiving ground.

The sharp debris embedded in their dough, the pavement and dirt grinding against their visage, inflicted a searing pain that reverberated through their entire being. Fear clawed at their consciousness, intensifying the overwhelming agony.

The Masked Cookie's cries and screams echoed, a haunting symphony of agony and terror that filled the air.

The path they left behind was marked by a trail of strawberry jam, a visceral testament to the brutality of their ordeal.

Then, abruptly, Mochaccino ceased the relentless assault, bringing the Cookie's head to a sudden, jarring stop against the ground.

The final impact sent shockwaves through the onlookers, leaving the stolen Soul Jam, belonging to Hollyberry, unceremoniously discarded on the pavement.

The group stood frozen in shock, mirroring the collective astonishment of the entire Republic. The spectators, witnessing this unexpected turn of events, displayed a spectrum of reactions. Some horrified, others impressed, but most gripped by unbridled terror.

Espresso and Crunchy Chip, who had known Mochaccino the longest among the group, bore the most horrified expressions.

Their eyes widened, mouths agape, as they grappled with the inconceivable reality unfolding before them.

Mochaccino, once the embodiment of gentleness and compassion, seemed to have transformed into a force of ruthless aggression, an unimaginable deviation from the calm and collected persona they had come to know in times of crisis.

But this... who was this? It couldn't be Mochaccino. The real Mochaccino, known for his calm demeanor, strategic thinking, and compassion, would never have resorted to such brutal measures.

His usual approach would involve a swift apprehension of the culprit, retrieval of the Soul Jam, and systematic resolution with the other Masked Cookies.

What had transpired to trigger such an extreme response? The group was left grappling with a myriad of unanswered questions.

Before they could fully process the shocking turn of events, Mochaccino had already ascended into the sky, scanning the ground for the next target, and darting toward them. A similar fate befell the third Masked Cookie, the one wielding the staff.

Thinking they had successfully eluded pursuit, the Masked Cookie felt a sudden, searing pain in their back. "GAAAAAHHH!" they cried out as their staff slipped from their grasp, the agony coursing through their body.

No respite was granted as Mochaccino, charging with electricity, collided forcefully with their back.

The impact sent them hurtling to the ground, the force cracking the pavement and leaving an indelible dent.

Pinned to the ground, Mochaccino unleashed a surge of electricity, the current coursing through the Masked Cookie's body.

It induced spasms and writhing on the ground, their cries and screams merging with the crackling electricity, creating a symphony of torment and suffering.

And Mochaccino wasn't finished. With the paralyzed Cookie in his grasp, he ascended toward the sky, the crackling of electricity intensifying, the winds spiraling around them, and the clouds above growing darker.

Above the cloud cover, Mochaccino amassed a colossal amount of electricity, the power building up with each passing moment, the static in the air sparking to life, and the electricity pulsating with vitality.

In an instant, Mochaccino's grip on the Masked Cookie tightened, and he plummeted toward the ground at a breathtaking speed, the rush of air creating a deafening howl in his ears. A chilling scream echoed, followed by a sickening crunch, and then an eerie silence.

As Mochaccino touched down on the ground, he glanced down at the Cookie he held. The once-white robe was now mostly stained red, cracks marred the cookie's body, and strawberry jam oozed from the fractures. Pure Vanilla's Soul Jam was no longer in the possession of the Masked Cookie.

However, there was one more target remaining, one more Soul Jam to retrieve and one last Masked Cookie to apprehend.

"His Majesty's Soul Jam..." Mochaccino muttered in a low voice as he shot toward the sky, scanning the surroundings for the final target.

An AI voice emanated from Mochaccino's suit, declaring in a monotone, robotic tone, "Offensive Capacitors at 100% Charge."

A blur of white caught Mochaccino's attention below, and he descended with tremendous force, generating a small blast wave in the surroundings.

The last Masked Cookie felt a firm grip on their neck, and a powerful pull, the wind rushing past their ears.

The Masked Cookie found themselves unexpectedly lifted into the sky, a strong hand clamped around their neck, their body dangling above the expanse of the sea near the Crème Republic.

Panic set in as they futilely attempted to squirm free, but Mochaccino's grip proved unyielding, akin to unrelenting iron.

His countenance had transformed into one of ominous darkness, his eyes aflame with an intense, unsettling glare.

Peering down at the vast, cerulean waters below heightened the Masked Cookie's trepidation, the dizzying height inducing a palpable flutter in their chest.

"I will not repeat myself twice..." Mochaccino's threat reverberated, the words bearing the weight of a looming danger, an ultimatum hanging in the air. "Who. Who sent you. Speak."

Silence clung to the Masked Cookie's lips, their gaze reflecting escalating fear. However, their hesitance proved to be their undoing, for Mochaccino's narrowed eyes signaled a deepening resolve.

The scientist tightened his grip on the Masked Cookie's neck, a grim determination etched across his face.

"Speak!" Mochaccino commanded, the tone a warning underscored by impatience and a smoldering rage, the words a final, unwavering demand.

"...I..." The Masked Cookie's voice trembled, a frail utterance that hung in the air, accompanied by a dry swallow. Their words carried the weight of a fractured soul.

"I... was set to retrieve the Soul Jam..." Guilt and shame threaded through their response, the tone a melancholic admission of their actions.

"By who?" Mochaccino's voice remained eerily composed, his gaze an unyielding force, piercing through the Masked Cookie with a cold, sharp intensity.

The Masked Cookie's complexion paled, their hands betraying tremors, limbs quivering, yet a defiant spark ignited their voice, a stubborn refusal to divulge their employer. "I don't have to tell you anything."

"Pity." Mochaccino's response was devoid of emotion, a cold scowl forming on his lips.

Ascending to the highest point within reach of the clouds, Mochaccino maintained his iron grip on the Masked Cookie.

As the ethereal mist surrounded them, he released his hold on the trembling figure, allowing gravity to claim its hold, and the Masked Cookie plummeted towards the waiting sea below.

"AAAAAAAHHH!!" The anguished screams of the falling Cookie reverberated through the air, a desperate plea echoing a profound sense of doom and terror.

Mochaccino stood motionless, an inscrutable figure, as the Masked Cookie descended and vanished beneath the water's surface.

The impact created a resounding splash, a testament to the force and speed at which they were dropped.

The immediate sinking left an unsettling silence, a void where once there was a cacophony of panic.

No reaction graced Mochaccino's face. His gaze remained cold and vacant, devoid of emotion or acknowledgment.

Remorse and guilt found no foothold in the scientist's stoic exterior. There was only a hollow emptiness, a transient moment of detachment.

Then, as if a storm had surged within him, his frigid gaze shifted to one of horror. Reality crashed upon Mochaccino like a relentless tide. His eyes fell to his hands, the dough now stained with strawberry jam, and panic gripped him.

"What... what have I... NO! NO, WHAT HAVE I DONE?! WHAT DID I DO?!" Mochaccino's cries reverberated, a frantic outpouring of anguish and self-loathing. The desperate tone resonated with the haunting specter of regret and despair.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, a visible manifestation of the shock that contorted Mochaccino's face.

The harsh reality of his actions sank in, the weight of the realization settling on him like an oppressive shroud.

In his first encounter with the Crème Republic, Mochaccino had left an indelible mark, but not in a positive light.

Though he successfully retrieved all three Soul Jams, the toll was steep, the lives of three Cookies sacrificed.

The acquisition came at the expense of compassion, an anger-fueled pursuit that begged the question: was it truly necessary?

The scientist's breath quickened, the panic within him escalating into a frenzied rhythm. The gravity and finality of his deeds bore down on him, and Mochaccino's rapid, shallow breaths mirrored the tumult of fear, anxiety, and self-loathing churning within.

Tears welled at the corners of Mochaccino's eyes as his body trembled. He sank to his knees, collapsing under the weight of his actions.

A shaky, trembling gasp escaped him, a sound encapsulating both agony and self-loathing. Hyperventilation set in, his mouth quivering, and tears spilled over, blurring his vision.

"What... What have I done? What did I do? What have I DONE?!" Mochaccino's wails reverberated, his voice an echo of guilt, the words saturated with deep self-loathing. The repeated question became a cacophony of anguish, a cry of torment and sorrow.

In a final surrender to the shock and horror, Mochaccino's eyes rolled back, and his body went limp. He fell, collapsing to the ground.

Unconsciousness claimed him, a merciful release from the faces of those who bore witness to his actions. The tears and screams ceased as he passed out.

Fortunately, the Power Suit's autopilot took over, safely guiding Mochaccino to the ground.

The faint offered a temporary respite, sparing him the immediate aftermath, the void of unconsciousness shielding him from the reactions and judgments of those who had witnessed the harrowing events.

Only darkness persisted in his unconscious state, a brief reprieve from the consequences of his choices... and that darkness... it posed a great threat to Mochaccino's mind, his being.

For this darkeness, if it spread further... this light he bore and shared with others... It would be snuffed out.