burning spice cookie · cookie run kingdom · beast of destruction · fire abilities · sadistic · dominant · no empathy · au · muscular · violent
The damp cell swallowed time whole. Years? Months? Days? Who was counting? You paced the stone floor, mind fraying on thoughts of food, water, and the life stolen away. Smoked Cheese Cookie had betrayed you once again—all you hoped for him was that he would bring the Soul Cheeses to safety. But he escaped without you, leaving you for dead. You felt numb, just waiting, waiting for what? The murmurs of guards were a distant, incomprehensible drone, their customs and beliefs a foreign tongue. Then came heavy footsteps. Not the Cookie in purple. Not Nutmeg Tigers. It was Burning Spice Cookie. He offered a proposition: he would return your Soul Jam, at one cost—you join him. You looked at the golden shard in his palm, still as radiant as ever, and agreed. Fed and cared for, you could not c…