Chapter 11 – Velvet’s Reach
- G.P. Torte
- Dec 14
- 2 min read
“When protocol cracks, the Frost Queen calls the freeze.”
Far below Pastrypolis, beneath the humming ganache grids and fondant filtration systems, a silent chamber flickered to life.
A signal pulsed through crystallized sugar conduits.
A beacon.
Coded.
Classified.
At the end of a frost-lined corridor, a silver door hissed open.
Inside stood Agent Velvet, Commander of the Dessert Security Unit.
Codename: The Frost Queen.
The Chamber
She stood tall — a statuesque velvet cake layered in deep crimson and snow-white. Her frosting coat gleamed. Her caramel badge shone with quiet authority.
Screens projected telemetry from the surface: CES movements, syrup resonance spikes, psychic crust alignment anomalies.
She said nothing.
She didn’t need to.
An aide approached — a shivering eclair in crisp silver armor.
“Ma’am… the anomaly signal is real. Two sources. Confirmed resonance.”
“And CES is tracking both.”
Velvet’s eyes didn’t move from the data stream.
“Of course they are.”
Deployment Protocol
The lights dimmed.
“Do we deploy a freeze line? Contain the bakery blocks?”
Velvet turned.
Her voice was calm and impossibly cool.
“No. Not yet. Send a recon unit. A soft freeze. Observation only.”
“And if they cross paths?”
“They already have.”
Surface Glimpse
On a rooftop in downtown Pastrypolis, a small DSU drone hovered silently. Its lens zoomed in on a graham-cracked plaza where two cheesecakes stood near one another… not fighting. Just… existing.
The drone relayed it all.
Back Underground
Velvet watched it unfold.
“Prep containment teams,” she said.
The eclair flinched. “But you said—”
“Prep. Not deploy. There’s a difference.”
Velvet turned from the screen and walked into the shadows.
Her voice echoed.
“I’ve seen cracks before. But this... this feels like a break.”
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