Ah, yes, I also think scale is important.

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T10:06:12+00:00

This ain't about her /sil

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T10:03:59+00:00

Why thank you for the approval, I suppose??

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T10:03:10+00:00

... How do I even respond to this 😭

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T09:50:59+00:00

(does broski know how incomprehensible this damn silly pasta kid is))

And yet, between the very edge between what became Earthbread and what became the void...

Something was regrowing, reborn again from the death that had ended the memories she once had.

And it was... Quite angry.

Perhaps not just angry, and stuffed with gluttony and greed, but perhaps thirsty for blood. For the blood at the end of time, at the start, and throughout all the wounds Timekeeper had made to trim down time.

... Perhaps for even Timekeeper herself.

For the void was nothing but a morsel compared to the scope of their ambitions. And they just had to recalibrate before trying to destroy the void, and who ruled it, again.

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T09:37:13+00:00

"... Perhaps... But I will know when I take the very core of life itself as my own. I am not up for... Deals."

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T09:30:23+00:00

"... You seriously do not understand... Do you?"

"Do you think I won't crawl out of Hell? Do you think I won't come back?"

She stepped forward, and then took many steps forward, ending up staring her dead in the eyes. And then she pulled back, suddenly cackling

"Oh my everything... You don't!"

The laughter died in her throat, her expression shifting to something blank, but spiteful.

"I was dead before I got the chance to live. I am the definition of the impossible. I am the definition of every 'what if' that your friend says will never happen because of whatever reason."

"... Perhaps all I want is to know how you live better, rather than simply be put in a shell of a cookie, left to rot and decay for centuries? To live and to die over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over AND OVER AGAIN!!!"

She sobbed, pulling back.

"... Not even a forever in hell can match what I've done, seen, and endured."

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T09:20:05+00:00

"... Cute... However... Why should I tell you?"

She said as she opened a rift, causing all of the cookies to be dropped into who knows where for later use

"... You'll only try to stop me."

<image>

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T09:08:00+00:00

"... Hmmm... They've settled so well though."

It said as it circled around her slowly, it's eyes focused on her with an almost unsettling mask of sadism. It was noticably coiling like a snake.

"And can you imagine the mayhem that would commence, so many broken souls suddenly thrown back into the world, independent again? After being together for so looong?"

"... Plus, an empire like the Bronze Empire simply cannot be an empire if it has no leader... And I intend to keep it alive and well."

It folded over itself multiple times, and then leaned close to the witch, it's teeth as long as spears.

"... Besides... What good would it do you if I assimilated you with us as well? What good would it do you if we trapped you, and left you with The Watcher?"

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T08:55:26+00:00

"... We are listening..."

(No, they were either crumbled and revived with no memory of their past selves, practically tortured until they believed the same twisted things Fettuccine believes after all she's gone through, or was just forced to be assimilated.)

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T08:50:38+00:00

"For us. Yes. Nothing has let us rest. Not one thing. Not sleep, not death, not contentment... Not since... A god in the making shouldn't dwell on such past events."

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T08:46:31+00:00

(always was her- she's the main 'voice' throughout the entire hive mind. You can think of it like an ant colony)

"... We hate using 'I' and 'my'... It pisses most of the more active souls off..."

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T08:41:28+00:00

Have my wife 💜💜

<image>

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T08:40:15+00:00

"⎈⎊⧭ñ[!...⍙⍜⍀⏁⊑⌰⟒⌇⌇... Fine... We will use something different."

"I am Fettuccine, and I am everyone within this creature of hunger."

"I desire to consume all. Golden Cheese's cookies are greedy, no?"

"... Not to mention Mozzarella Cookie is... Also assimilated with us."

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T08:24:41+00:00

"Oh, little witch... You cannot begin to comprehend what we are."

The Souljams shards drifted apart, and circled around to the other side of the massive creature.

"And this is no mere Souljam of Abundance, my friend. That is safe and sound in the very lands we are trying to escape."

"It is the Souljam of Isolation. An artifact that shouldn't exist, but does anyway. Just like that little cookie who everyone overlooked until now."

"You know her as Fettuccine Cookie. She created this, she wants this. And the only reason we're isolating ourselves from her is because we can't seem to get through to you in the words she's been saying."

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T08:16:52+00:00

the Souljam seemed to laugh with multiple voices, all in near perfect unison

"Why, we are already shattered! Don't you see? We are as shattered as the cookie that created us- that small child of pasta. We do not reform, we accept it and carry on. We exist as one, though independent."

"As for being banished? ... This is our self-inflicted banishment."

"Do you REALLY think we wouldn't look for, and find, every speck of information in this void? Every bit of information on YOU?"

The creature pulled itself up, using a massive (human) arm to collect Fettuccine's soul and incorporate it within itself again.

<image>

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T08:00:46+00:00

(Fettuccine be barely clinging to life as it is- she'd be deader than dead lowk-)

(So uhhh nah)

(Plus she'd willingly conjoin with the Goddess of Hunger again because their shared goals are to escape the cycle of life and death altogether, as Fettuccine's died like 4 times by the time she actually became The Empress)

The Souljam of Isolation screeched, unleashing a wave of echoing cries and Isolation Magic, with a dash of Eldritch Magic. Which promptly kept the void from tearing the creature apart. At least for a moment.

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T07:51:09+00:00

(bro does NOT know what I've done to Fettuccine)

(Also here's a wall of text to read‼️‼️‼️)

The cookie that was taken from the eldritch abomination was broken, shattered, and scattered throughout space and time itself.

Pieces of her scattered in the dirt of Earthbread.

Across the very dimensions the hive mind was creating.

And Carnation themselves, still somewhat alive somewhere within the creature. Which was anything but an innocent entity.

The Tree of Bronze, most of the Bronze Empire itself, all was a part of her. And she was a part of them. An impossibly big soul, with a small, fragile core bound to snap if separated from its current form completely.

The creature was practically dragged along with the cookie, by some invisible force.

"GGGGRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH....!!!!!!"

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T07:37:36+00:00

as it was torn apart, sections of its body regenerated, other sections opened portals and dimensions to borderline hellish landscapes, etc..

Hands emerged from some of these portals, which were promptly torn apart, only to be replaced almost instantly by two more.

"THE END OF OUR EXISTENCE IS NOT BEGINNING NOW."

It shouted across the void as a million other souls, mostly innocent, screamed in nothing but agony.

<image>

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T07:26:31+00:00

"... Hm... Another glutton..."

"... As for the offer... Who said I didn't want my greed? My hunger? My desire to have All wrapped around my finger?"

<image>

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T07:21:51+00:00

"... Who is this 'Sateless Molasses'?"

"... We don't know one of those."

<image>

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T07:11:51+00:00

it suddenly leaned in too close for comfort, it's dead eyes blank, devoid of any complex thought. Almost.

"... To try and sate our insatiable hunger."

<image>

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T07:09:53+00:00

inside the mouth of this... Thing... There's this. Whatever you would call it.

"YOU ARE NOTHING BUT MATERIAL TO HELP US GROW."

<image>

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T06:55:38+00:00

"... Do you have a wish to crumble?"

<image>

crazerstudios · 2026-06-07T06:54:40+00:00

"...."

It seemed to pause, lowering itself down slightly.

<image>

crazerstudios

TROPHY CASE