#jellywalker warning

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Energy drink for headcannons?

Oooh!! It’s been a while since I thought about Energy Drink!!

- Before the whole jellywalker infection, Energy Drink was known as Caffeine Cookie, someone who was incredibly rambunctious and thought they could fend off the infection through sheer will alone. - Doesn’t talk much, but anytime they do, it’s typically something cryptic or leader-like. - They can’t see through their starred eye. At all. It was previously an infected eye before they got treatment, and couldn’t be recovered. - The fluid in Energy Drink’s pack is highly acidic and can harm practically anything it comes into contact with, even themself. It keeps the infection back by burning it away, thus “purifying” it. - No they do NOT sound like Darth Vader, it’s more akin to something like this. - They don’t deal well with kids, but often end up being bombarded by them and having to comfort them. Somehow, despite how they aren’t a fan of younger ones, they do surprisingly well with keeping them calm and happy. - Has no relationship with any other scientist like Aloe or Wasabi, but still finds themself discomforted when in the presence of someone who’s in any form of science or even science-esque field. - They knew the end of their world was coming, but not from the Jellywalkers, but from something outside of their control. All they wanted was to survive and keep the others oblivious and safe before it was shut down.

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The JellyWalker transformation?

Observing the sickly snow child beneath him, Red Bean couldn't help but grimace as the child whined. "It's itchyyyy..." Snow Sugar whined again and again, and each time Red Bean could recognize the way their voice droned with more exhaustion. "Yes, I know, but... Don't scratch it, alright?" Bean hoped that he wouldn't end up having the child see what had become of them, but considering ice was so reflective, it was only a matter of time.

How the infection reached so far out into the tundra in the first place was a mystery to him, but one he didn't want to solve. All the sledder could do was care for the poor little infected, treat him with the utmost care and affection he could without getting infected himself. Never did Red Bean think that he'd have some... Terminally ill child on his hands, yet here he is, after escaping such a fate multiple times before... It just kept coming back, didn't it?

While patching over Snowy's yellowed left eye, lowering infectivity and preventing them from scratching, Bean sighed. He could still see some purple-tinted fough, but it couldn't be helped. "So, kiddo, uh..." It was hard to talk, knowing that this kid- his kid- didn't understand what was happening to him. "Is there anything you'd like? More than anything else in the world?"

Though it was preceded with a sound of discomfort- was it really hard for them to even think by this point?- Snowy forced a small smile at the thought of what they wished. More than anything in the world, "I w-want to go see the Aurora with Wolfie!" The request sparked a gaze of questioning from Bean. Sure, Werewolf was the one that helped this little one through the snowscape, but... He was still dangerous. "If that's what you want... Could I come with, then? The Aurora is very far, going there on foot isn't possible."

"Mhm! Yes, please!" The smile upon Snowy's face seemed just a bit more legitimate. Genuine. It prompted Red to give his own, as much as it strained his mind knowing this would be one of the last few times he'd see such a sweet face display such joy. "Alright, then. Me and that Wolf will sort something out for you then, got it?" The sledder isn't sure if Snowy is shaking from excitement, or the Jellywalker Syndrome getting into their system. "Thank y-you! Thaaaank you!" And again, there's an unsure thought of the snow child's words being expressive or slurred.

There's a heavy breath as Red Bean exits his igloo, peering out into the harsh weather. It'd be Hell to try to get to the Aurora, let alone see it im weather like this. There's a sinking feeling in Bean's chest, though it's startled out of him when he hears a bark right next to him.

"STARS-" Bean exlcaims, whipping himself around with a few stumbled steps away. "Don't- Don't do that! You know how much that frightens me and my penguins!" Ahead of him, a grinning Werewolf laughed off the scare. "Your penguins have gotten used to it by now. You are the only one that hasn't." There was a snicker from Wolf, one that earned a glower from Red Bean, yet it was ignored for something of higher priority for him. "So... how's the kid?"

"Well..." Bean idly fixed his gloves and hood as he prepped himself to admit the inevitable. "They're going to become a Jellywalker, that we can't help, but..." There was a pause, one where the lycan swore beneath his breath. There's no helping them. Neither of them could. "Hey- We can at least give them their last wish, though. It's the least we could do."

"And that is?"

"They want to see the Aurora."

Wolf blinked, ears perking up for a moment, only to duck back down with the cold wind and snow that blew into them. "Isn't that Hell to get to? How are you-" Bean interjected, "-we." Though it was mildly irritating to be interrupted, it touched Werewolf's heart in that moment. "We..." Snowy wanted him to tag along... How sweet. "How are we going to get them there? You think your puny sled and penguins are gonna get us there?"

"My penguins may not be the strongest, but we do have something that can pull plenty more than my little penguins could." The lycan cocked a brow, one that brought the smallest smirk to Red. An unrefusable offer is what he'd hand over. "Ever heard of a sled dog?"

Though the growl that had been given in response somewhat shook Bean's body and wiped that smirk away, Wolf huffed and nodded. "Yes. If that's what I have to be for the child's final wish, then so be it. But you better not tell me to mush or some bullshit like that."

"You're lucky I work with penguins, or that could've been a problem." Bean shrugged, trying to rub off the shaken nature Werewolf always gave him. "I'll be heading back in to see Snowy. You check out the harnesses and try and get one to fit you, got it?"

"This is the only time I'll take orders from you, but I got it. Tell Snowy I..." A pause, one Bean hadn't expected, but one he was more than patient to wait through. "...n-nevermind. Just bring them out when you're ready."

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Continuation of Roll Cake angist? after the accident, he survives but the plushy rigged and his brother unconcious. And he took him to Wasabi's lab to revive his brother and it worked but in a few days, he's feeling weaker and more like a... (basicaly Wasabi gave meteor liquid to Pancake so he turned into a jelly walker... yeah...)

(Previous Part of Rollcake Coaster)

(Unicorn Path)

It was hard to see, Pancake knew that for sure. Opening his eyes was practically impossible, and whatever was above him was too bright to handle. Besides the inability to see, his body felt so sore. He couldn't even whine about it as he typically did. Or, at least, Pan didn't hear his own sounds at all. The only thing he could do was sit there and wonder what had happened. All he remembers was going on a ride and hoping to see his brother watching him, and then-

The child jerked himself up, eyes wide awake. Though he was nothing more than scared and confused about how he had gotten into this situation- there's so much bright white- his sight brought the little one face to face with his older brother and... Someone else. He didn't recognize this other person and reacted as any other child would, backing away. Unfortunately, he was met with nothing more than the edge of a table, that of which he fell off. He squeaked and cried upon falling, his already pained body only getting worse for that moment. Pancake could feel tears well in the corner of his eyes, but it was made better by his brother scooping him up in a hug and hushing him.

"Seems he's a perky one!" Spoke the unrecognized voice from an equally unrecognizable silhouette. Apparently, he was to be thankful to them, not that he could really bring the words out.

Though as time passed, with the world returning to how colorful it once was, the little brother found himself smiling at the sun and flying off of trees like the flying squirrel he always pretended to be. It was wonderful, being able to fly about and be caught by his older brother, who cherished each moment with him. Pan didn't understand where all the irritation and actions of a big meanie that sometimes happened if he pressed too far went, but he wasn't one to complain. The lively little fellow would question now and then, only to get the unsatisfactory response of "I'm just so happy to have you here". He never left in the first place, so why?

Climbing out of his brother's arms and receiving some gracious head pats, Pancake squealed in delight as he ran off back to his fabled 'Jumping Tree', AKA the tree he always jumped from because of its sturdy branches. Climbing up the bark, Pan gave a questioning little squeak as he felt his arms tremble whilst climbing. Even so, he pushed himself further, something Rollcake told him explicitly not to do. Onto one of many branches, Pancake didn't jump from it, but rather... Sat himself down. He felt woozy, like the world was blurry and spinning as it did after a teacup ride. "Aahhh...?" The squirrelly one groaned to himself, holding his head as he swayed on the branch.  "Panny! You good over there?" Rollcake's voice fell on ears that seemed to blur spoken words as much as written ones would be- not that Pancake could exactly read well.

To the road roller driver, the lack of response was immediately concerning. There wasn't a moment after fear registered in his heart that Roll practically sprinted over to the tree. Thank the Stars that he did, too. The demolitionist called again, only to hear nothing but the rustling of leaves as Pancake fell right off the branch he was sat upon. "Pan-?!" Rollcake caught his younger sibling, fear in his eyes as he looked over the other as well as he could. Hearing Pancake whining, Roll felt a heaviness roll over him as he gently removed his sibling's hand from his face. It... It was turning purple? Was this a bruise or something? Something told Rollcake that this was something far, far worse than that, yet he prayed that it wasn't anything more than just a simple little injury.

The answer was only one call away, one that Rollcake made as quick as he could... To receive an answer that only made his core feel as if it was sinking into the earth, along with the hopes of his brother's normalcy.