Another rewrite, this one of another dark enchantress scene i liked. I know these rewrites aren't getting a lot of attention, but if I can make just one person happy that I did right by their favorite character, it would really make my day.
When we enter the episode, we cut immediately to the CG from the game of GingerBrave being crushed in Dark Enchantress’ hand.
“You know, I’ve had my eyes on you for a while, GingerBrave. Yes. From the moment I saw you, I knew you’d do well to complete my Ultimate Cookie. You–who possesses the heights of bravery, shall become the final ingredient.”
We see the CG from the game of Dark Enchantress holding GingerBrave in front of her face.
“Now, despair while you still can. Despair at your fate–destined to be served on a platter and eaten–!”
He squirms and writhes in her grasp, but it’s no use. She’s gripping him too tightly.
“Stop it–!” he shouts. “Let me go–!”
“Oh, but can’t you feel that despair, GingerBrave? Watching all your friends crumble?”
She puts him on eye level with the crumbled corpses of the legion. He’s unable to move, but is just within their grasp.
“Don’t you wish you could do something about it? Don’t you wish you weren’t so useless?”
He’s crying now, pleading for her to stop showing him these vile images. So many of his friends are gone just like that. Words fail the poor kid. Maybe she was right. Maybe he was just another common cookie, fated to be devoured.
She smiles, knowing she has him right where she wants him.
“You know, I could give you that power,” she suggests after a moment.
He looks up at her, wide eyed, curious.
“Yes, of course, GingerBrave,” she reassures him. “You’ll be reborn as a greater being, transcend your pathetic cookie form and be powerful. No longer will you be doomed to simply watching from the sidelines as everyone else does the work for you,”
“You’ll be the one to end all of this suffering,”
With that, she sets him down, but not before giving him a gentle shove towards the oven.
GingerBrave hesitates. He’s heard stories about the oven, heard that cookies that go back into it never really come out the same. But the promise of that power. Could he really save his friends?
“Go on,” she urges, hand hovering just behind him.
“Do it for their sake, GingerBrave. Make yourself useful,”
With those words, he enters the oven, and the doors are quickly slammed shut behind him.
Pure Vanilla Cookie, along with the two other children, watch on in horror. Wizard Cookie tries to rush to the door, but Strawberry Cookie stops him.
“It’s too dangerous,” she says. Wizard Cookie tries to protest, but he knows she’s right.
We cut to Gingerbrave in the oven. He’s sinking, just as White Lily did at the witch’s banquet. He thinks to himself if this truly is how cookies are made. It’s far more cruel than the stories he heard. Cookies were often told that the witches baked each and every one of them with the utmost care. But was this truly it? Were the hands that formed his dough truly this cold?
He can almost taste the dough of other cookies, broken fragments that seem to scream in agony as he drowns in the fiery depths of the oven. He begins to lament, almost having accepted his fate until he sees a black, shadow-like hand reaching out towards him.
Desperate, he takes it, gasping for air as he’s pulled into a brief respite from the hellish heat.
He looks to see the cookie that saved him so kindly, and finally meets their gaze. It’s not entirely human. Hell–it’s far from it. It’s more amalgamation than it is a cookie. When it speaks, there’s a cacophony of voices accompanying it, as though it’s multiple souls merged into one.
It sounds like it’s in horrendous pain.
“Hello, Gingerbrave,” it greets. Its mass of features forms what the other can read as a smile.
He stumbles back, horrified at the implications of its existence, but manages a response.
“Are you.. The Ultimate Cookie she was talking about?” he asks.
“That was the name she gave to us, yes. We have been watching you, listening from just inside the oven. We’ve been so lonely, GingerBrave,”
GingerBrave looks sympathetic. Lonely, trapped inside of an oven. What a cruel fate this must be.
“We’ve been waiting here all this time. Waiting for the one who will complete us,”
GingerBrave looks confused, so they elaborate.
“Yes.. complete us. You see, we can’t go out when we look like this. We need you.. We need your bravery, and we need your form. We can’t take the first step without you, GingerBrave. Won’t you save us?”
The boy thinks on it for a moment.
“Save you? Are you trapped?”
“Trapped. We can’t leave like this, She won’t let us. But if you help us.. If we had your courage.. Your bravery.. Then we could leave. If you become one with us.. Let us take your form. Then we could go,”
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