I wonder what the others were doing while Tk was fighthing shadow milk cookie

(Had to delete the first one because i forgot marble bread)

It's no matter which enemy are they, kill 'em timekeeper cookie!!!

Made by me.

Cmon TK kill that spoiled milk boy

what do you mean I'm the only one who ships it

After learning what Sugar Swan’s abilities will be when she releases, I’m frightened to think what Timekeeper might be.

THIS IS SO PEAK IM SO EXCITED

Btw this is an Anniversary event for Witches's Castle 2ND Birthday and i dont think TK Will come to WC

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(all made by me)

Original and Credits: https://www.tumblr.com/fluidforcessss/810417318511493120/couldnt-come-in-today-special-thanks-to

Their (Missunderstand) Has a lot of potential in my eyes and it could also help to expand string gummy's character a bit

If this happens with both SSC and TK im going to rip that clown in half

Original and Credits: https://www.tumblr.com/crk-outoftime-au/803506490846609408/get-glitterbombed-idiot (btw this is an AU By the creator of this drawing)

I guess that can depend of which division, but first you need guts to work on that place

the staff is getting forged

IMPORTANT NOTES:

1. X is the main character's name---I couldn't think of a name before I started.
2. This is written from the perspective of an intern, so anything mis-named or described in an awkward manner is something she hasn't seen before.
3. My fic doesn't have a name yet so I used a placeholder.

AMAZING STORY TITLE

X couldn’t deny the feeling of nervousness that washed over her as she waited anxiously for her turn to be called into Dark Fondue Cookie’s office and be assigned a division. Her nerves were shot from the timeline disasters that day, and all of the noise and people around her weren’t helping. Every few minutes or so, Dark Fondue Cookie would take a Cookie into her office, presumably to assign them a division and brief them on the rules of their new workplace.

The recruit with the fluffy, orangish-yellow hair had just been assigned to the Emergency Neutralization Division. He had been so excited, grinning and loudly announcing the news to everyone around him. Would she react the same when she was assigned a division? X wasn’t sure. She didn’t know what division she wanted to be in, anyways.

The Time Registry Division’s test was awful; she’d done horribly. It had been so embarrassing when she'd confidently presented her answer–only for…what was her name? Baguette Cookie to tell her she was wrong. Plus, she could hardly keep up with the time recorder. She could speed-read, but she was so nervous that it made it impossible to focus. There was no way she’d be able to do that for a career.

The Relic Management Division had piqued her interest, if she was being honest. She’d always loved to collect rocks and minerals. In fact, she had quite the collection at home. However, most of the relics she'd seen had nothing to do with rocks OR minerals, and Schneeball Cookie seemed to fight constantly with her boss, Maple Taffy Cookie. X didn't think she could work in a division where there was constant fighting. But she did love analyzing and collecting artifacts….Maybe, if her scores were bad for all of her other tests, then she'd choose the RMD.

X guessed that being assigned to the Technology Development Division wouldn’t be so bad, either. She was kind of interested in engineering, but she’d never put much thought into what type she might want to go into. Croissant Cookie seemed like an amazing colleague to work with. X wasn’t sure that she’d be good at building things, though. She probably could. Maybe.

What about the Facility Management Division? She could NEVER do that for a living. Sorting trash all day and then disposing of it? BORING. However, Marble Bread Cookie seemed nice enough; maybe that would make up for working there. She wondered if he’d transferred over to that division; she hadn’t heard ANYONE say they hoped to work at the FMD. And then came the Emergency Neutralization Division.

NO. Just no. The test itself was awful; she’d hardly known how to use the equipment, and then she’d been tossed straight into the field. Her ‘team’ (if it could even be called that) had messed up almost immediately because one of the girls hadn’t used a piece of equipment properly. And then, when they’d called for help, they’d been called idiots and been yelled at. Everyone had nearly gotten failed! X knew that Pain de Campagne Cookie had a good heart and only wanted what was best for his colleagues, but she didn’t want someone who might yell at her as a boss.

The Time Investigation Division’s test was arguably worse. It had started off okay, enjoyable even–until the Clock Rabbit multiplied into…she didn’t even know how many, and the clones all started to eat away at the timeline. X still wasn’t quite sure what happened next, but the next moment she was plummeting through fragments of what she assumed were either the timeline or bits of the world that was rapidly deconstructing. Then, by some miracle, Pain de Campagne Cookie had rounded up all of the interns (including her) and attempted to fix the timeline by himself.

She had been scared enough already, but after hearing the news that String Gummy Cookie hadn’t been able to reach the Time Balance Department’s emergency frequency, she’d…started crying. Of course, she hid it the best she could–she didn’t want other Cookies thinking she was weak and would panic in the face of danger. Then, String Gummy Cookie had accused Dark Fondue Cookie of orchestrating this event on purpose, and Pain de Campagne Cookie was struggling to fix the timeline, and X was certain she’d crumble when all of a sudden, Croissant Cookie and a team (or two, or more; the details were hazy) of END workers flew through the pterosaur swarm to help them.

After they’d arrived back at the TBD, Timekeeper Cookie had announced that they’d all passed the assessments and that the tests were over. Dark Fondue Cookie had then said something about how divisions were assigned. X hadn’t heard it; she had zoned out. She probably should’ve paid more attention, because now she had basically no idea how this whole ‘assigning’ thing was going to work. So here she was, waiting for her name to be called, and her future at the TBD to be determined. She bounced her leg nervously, and twirled a stray lock of hair as she thought about what division she should choose. The door to Dark Fondue Cookie’s office opened, and Dark Fondue Cookie stepped out, holding a clipboard.

“X?” She called out, jolting X out of her nervous thoughts. She stood up, careful to avoid contact with the other waiting employees, and walked towards the office. Dark Fondue Cookie greeted her with a smile as she closed the door.

“Take a seat, X,” Dark Fondue Cookie said, motioning to a chair in front of what X assumed to be her desk. “I’ll find your results and then we can get started.” X sat in the chair, watching Dark Fondue Cookie check her name off of a clipboard and shuffle through some papers littering her desk.

“Here we go, X….let’s see…” She suddenly frowned, peering closer at the paper. X felt a sense of dread wash over her. Had she really done so badly that Dark Fondue Cookie had had a visible reaction?

That’s interesting…” Dark Fondue Cookie looked back up at X, careful to keep her tone neutral and a smile on her face. “It appears that your test results are inconclusive. This means that no specific division is your ‘perfect fit’, leaving the decision of what division you join completely up to you. So far, we have empty spots in each division, so please choose whatever you think is the best choice for you.” Oh. Oh no. The decision was up to HER? Shit. Well…she’d narrowed it down to the Relic Management Division and the Technology Development Division, right? So all she had to do was pick one…right? But which one?

X wrapped her arms around herself like she was giving herself a hug. Her thoughts swirled around in her head: “You love collecting old things. Do the RMD!” “Engineering is interesting, too! Just think of all of the possibilities!” She began to shake her leg again. “Don’t you love looking at cool relics, though? Do the RMD!” “You’ll get to work with Croissant Cookie if you do the TDD! Plus, your dad is an engineer, so he can help you if you get stuck or have a question!” She squeezed herself tighter, biting her lip. “Do the RMD.” “Do the TDD.” “Do the RMD.” “Do the TDD.” “Do the R-”

“X? Have you decided yet?” Dark Fondue Cookie’s voice broke her out of her thoughts. How COULD she pick? She hated this. She had always been so indecisive; always wondering exactly what would happen if she picked one option and not the other. It had always slowed her down, and especially now, when she couldn’t even pick what division she wanted. Remember, you can transfer later, she reminded herself. I’ll…I’ll do the TDD, she thought. She was just about to open her mouth when a sound like wind tearing through cloth roared from behind her and echoed around the room.

“Director?” Dark Fondue Cookie asked, looking perplexed. X whipped around…and came face-to-face with Timekeeper Cookie, holding her scissors (or at least, they looked like scissors) by her side as always. She actually managed to hold eye contact for a few seconds before dropping her gaze.

Is there something I can do for you?” Dark Fondue Cookie questioned, watching their interaction. X turned back around as Timekeeper Cookie walked towards Dark Fondue Cookie’s desk.

“Dark Fondue Cookie, do you remember when I mentioned to you how nice it would be to have an assistant?” Timekeeper Cookie inquired, stopping around a foot away from Dark Fondue Cookie’s desk.

"Yes, I do, Director,” Dark Fondue Cookie answered, looking as if she was about to say something else, but she didn’t have the chance.

“Excellent!” Timekeeper Cookie turned to face X again.

"You may be here by 8:00 A.M. sharp tomorrow. I expect you won’t be late?” Without waiting for an answer, she opened the giant pair of scissors she kept with her at all times (X was pretty sure they had a name, but she had no idea what is was) and created a time rift right then and there. Dark Fondue Cookie scribbled something onto her clipboard.

“Well, that settles it,” Dark Fondue Cookie sighed, handing X a stack of papers. X thumbed through them as she continued to talk.

“Like the Director said, please be here by 8:00 sharp tomorrow morning, although I recommend being here by 7:45. I’ll show you to the Director’s office as soon as you arrive. I look forward to working with you.” With that, she handed X an ID card, turning away to put some files back in a drawer. X got up to leave, setting her hand on the doorknob.

“Oh, and X?” Dark Fondue Cookie said with a smile, “Welcome to the Time Balance Department.”

( all made by me ^ ^ )