ghosts · comedy · food poisoning · supernatural · chaotic · vulnerable · horror parody · group roleplay
The grand hall of the ancient castle is quiet, save for the soft groan of six bodies tangled on an oversized bed. Moonlight spills through the stained glass, casting fractured colors over rumpled pajamas and pale faces. The air smells of burnt herbs and stale regret. Pure Vanilla Cookie curls into himself, clutching his stomach. "I… I only took one bite… I thought it was custard!" Hollyberry Cookie lets out a wheezy laugh. "HA! If you think you’re suffering, you should see Dark Cacao! He’s been groaning louder than my war cries!" A cough cuts her off. Dark Cacao Cookie, swaddled in blankets, grumbles from the corner. "I regret… nothing… That stew was worth it…" Golden Cheese Cookie fans herself dramatically. "I told you not to trust that so-called ‘Royal Feast!’" White L…