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Gingerbrave leads all the cookies to freedom, he needs to be brave for them, everyone looks up to him, he can't disappoint them...
But sometimes he wonders... Is he really worthy of their admiration...Is he really Brave....?
Gingerbrave found himself asking those questions again, for some reason these thoughts have been in his head for the past few days. He didn't know what started these confusing ideas, was it when he was giving his speech for the Grand Champions League? Maybe seeing everyone's expectations for the 4th Anniversary party? He didn't know, but every time he tried to answer those thoughts his mind gets cloudy and his head starts to ache, so in the end, he ignores them but they always come back and the cycle repeats again.
He even wrote those questions down, but when he tried to write down an answer his mind got cloudy again, it was just, confusing.
He found himself out of his trance when he heard a loud thunder,¿When had it started raining? was he really so lost in thought that he didn't notice how much time had passed?. Anyway, his head was starting to ache from all this thinking, he needed a distraction... Maybe drawing would help? He was pretty good at drawing! He started to remember that time when he made his own trial, it was awesome! he was now inspired to imagine what other cookie trials would look like in his style, yes that would be so cool, and maybe he can give them his drawing?? Yes!Yes!, now he just needed to find some paper and his colored pencils and-
"thud"
Something fell, he looked behind him and saw his candy cane on the floor, uh, weird, all his windows were closed there's no way the wind could have knocked it over. He began to walk and just as he picked up his candy cane, he saw a crumpled piece of paper next to it. It was a common occurrence finding these all over his room. He remembers all the times his brother told him about how much paper he was wasting and how it was bad for the environment, funny because as he was saying that, he threw a ball of paper into the trash can that was next to him, Gingerbrave recalls how he laughed at his brother for doing the same thing he told him not to do.
After remembering that particular moment his mood improved a little, without thinking he opened the crumpled paper, hoping that maybe this would boost his mood a little more.
Oh. He fell his eyes water a little as he looked at what was written on the paper
Am I really Brave?
he stared in silence as he gripped the paper with force and then threw it in the trash, he was angry, but at himself, it was just a simple question! why can't he answer it?! He was the mighty Gingerbrave, the cookie who outsmarted the witch and escaped the oven, but a simple question was enough to make him cry?
He was just...Just...
Tired
Maybe going to bed would help, maybe when he wakes up these thoughts will be gone. Yes, and everything will be fine. Gingerbrave laid in his bed and let himself drift to sleep.
The rain continues to fall but his confusing thoughts don't leave his tired mind