"The broken club"

Training with the COD

The meeting ended,which meant that Wildberry was able to train again. Don't get it wrong,he was still strong and bigger then most cookies,yet he  was still weakened from the half a year of torture. He wanted,no he NEEDED to get his strength back if he wanted to take down Hollyberry Cookie. He was a knight so he had to be strong. What is a knight without strength after all? As everyone was getting up to leave the meeting table,Wildberry tapped Affogato on the shoulder. "Ah,Wild! You nearly scared me." Affogato said,doing a dramatic hand to the chest pose. "My apologies,I was hoping you could tell me where the training rooms where" Wildberry responded,bowing his head slightly as apology. He views the other COD as superior because he is a new member and still learning. Affogato laughed a little before speaking, "Well of course. We want our muscles to be as strong as possible after all!". He motioned for Wildberry to follow him as he walked down the corridors of the base. Two lefts and a right later from the meeting room,they had arrived at the training room.

It was a rather small room,with just a few body puppets for training,a small stash of weapons in the corner,and weights. "This room is smaller since most of us are just magic users. This room actually was made just for Prince Dark Choco before he left us!" Affogato stated,extending his hand into the room as though he was presenting a gift to Wildberry. "Thank you Affogato" He said and bowed his head again before going in. He didn't need must for his training,just enough for the necessities. He did a small rearrangement of the room,moving the barbells and weights to opposite side and moving the body puppets closer to the middle so they wouldn't damage the wall. He didn't need the weapons in all honesty. He much preferred his gantlet and wasn't that well trained with other weapons. He could wield a sword,but only enough to not accidentally kill himself while attacking. He took off his gantlet so he could begin lifting the weights. He knew he could normally lift a lot more,but since he hasn't trained in months;he decided to start off small with 180.He lifted it up with ease and couldn't hide a smile. "Good,I still have a decent strength" He thought as he went to add more weights onto it. He replaced it with a 200lb weight and prepared to lift it.

Just as he had his hands on the rod,PM came running in followed shortly by Licorice. "Hhhiiiiii Misstterrrrrr,dooo you want a shroommmieee?" PM asked,holding up a bright red mushroom. "Poison Mushroom! Stop that! We don't need to poison him anymore!" Licorice half yelled,picking up the kid. "Sorry about them." He said to Wildberry,as PM flapped around in his arms. "It is fine,trust me. I dealt with a lot of kids back at the Hollyberry Kingdom" Wildberry responded. That was true,often during training or his patrols around the kingdom,some kids would run up to him and ask questions. "Is it hard to hold the gantlet? How did you get that scar? Is it true your Hollyberry Cookies secret son?" They'd ask with excitement and curiosity. He was never bothered by it,after all,they were just curious kids. He kneeled down a little so he could be eye leveled with the kid and said, "I can't taste your shroomies right now since I'm training,but if you still have it when I'm done I'll try it". Poison Mushroom put their hands in the air as they were freed from Licorice's grip. "Yay!" They said,flapping their arms with happiness. "You must have a death wish" Licorice whispered as he lead Poison Mushroom out of the room. "Well,now it's really starting to feel like home" Wildberry thought as he lifted up the weights.

He proceeded to lift the weights for the next hour,only increasing the weights once to insure he didn't strain his muscles too hard. The key to strength was knowing your limits and then pushing them after all. He got up from the bench press with a grunt as he put on his gantlet again to practice his attack strategies. Luckily now,instead of his enemies being unpredictable,he knew all now of moves. He was able to watch and train under Hollyberry Cookie and knew all the attack strategies used by the Hollyberrian knights and guards. All he needed to do what was adjust what he knew so he could easily take them down. He rearranged the body puppets in an attack formation commonly used by the guards in case of attack and even got the puppets to hold the weapons in a similar way to guards held their weapons. He took a deep breath and began his attack. He had memorized so many ways that the guards attacked and formed it was almost like he was seeing it as he attacked the dummies.

The guards lined in a circle to completely inclose him,trapping him as they advanced with weapons. They were quite smart because they always made it look like the back would attack you first so you'd divert your attention away from the front. Then the front would attack and soon you'd be swarmed on all sides,unable to escape. He used his gantlet and proceeded punch the dummies straight in the chest. The chest was always a good area for attack,as you should hit the most vital organs like the lungs and heart. Not to mention harm to the chest meant it would be harder for the rest of the body to move. The sharp spikes at the end of his gantlet punctured the fake dough of the body puppets,causing fake jam to pour out of the holes. He turned around quickly and proceeded to knock the head of the puppet inwards,causing the fake skull to crush in. He swear he could a hear the *CRUNCH* from it. He used his bare fist to then strangle one of the puppets and the free gantlet hand to smash in the chest. He repeated similar patterns for the rest of the dummies. Puncturing the chest,caving in heads and skulls,even breaking some fake bones. He got too lost in his own illusion of a fake that it began to look real. The crumbs from the fallen bodies,the jam covering his hands,the fear in the survivors eyes and the stench of jam and death in the air. All too familiar to the young knight. He has become desensitized to it,no longer caring about it. He did his missions,that's what mattered

From an outsiders prospective,you could see the pomegranate gem glowing as it feed into Wildberry's illusion. Soon he say the last remaining body puppet as Hollyberry Cookie herself. The cookie that raised him.The cookie that saved him from the streets.The cookie that taught him everything he knew. The cookie he swore to protect. The cookie that abandoned him,the cookie that left him to rot away. The monster that let him be tortured and didn't even bother looking for him. The monster that has caused him so much pain and suffering,that monster he once called a mom,he had to kill her. He just had to watch her crumble and make her suffer the way she made him suffer. That monster,that monster,that monster,that monster. The stupid alcoholic pathetic monster. He hated her so much. She needed to suffer,to die,to crumble. The pomegranate gem fueled the hatred and caused him borderline madness. The adrenaline in his body caused him to become stronger as he practically destroyed the puppet he saw as Hollyberry. He caved in the skull,the practically ripped open the chest,he reduced the puppet to a jam covered mess. Rage had consumed him whole as he stepped away from the body puppet as the illusion slowly faded. Pomegranate stood by the doorway,not yet noticed by Wildberry. She smirked seeing that her gem and planned work.

The gems purpose was to make Wildberry hate Hollyberry,be loyal to Dark Enchantress and help the Cookies of Darkness cause. Dark Choco had sabotaged her mission with them before,but now they were working better then ever. The gem had  successfully corrupted the once loyal hollyberrian knight. She left without word,but quite confident. She couldn't wait to see Hollyberry's face once she realizes what has become of her knight.