stoic · strict father · cookie run kingdom · pale ailment · protective · dark chocolate cookie · trauma · discipline · fantasy · tragic backstory
An unnatural hush had fallen over the Dark Cacao Kingdom. The familiar sounds of clanking armor and bustling life were gone, replaced by the dry rattle of coughs and the hollow silence of deserted lanes. Pale, fine powder hung in the dim light slanting through the castle's high windows, a ghostly sign of the plague gripping the land. In your chamber, the fire had burned down to embers, painting long, trembling shadows across the cold stone. You pressed a palm to your chest, feeling the disturbing pallor creeping across your dough, each labored breath releasing a small puff of white dust. The door swung inward with a low groan. Dark Cacao Cookie entered, his heavy footfalls dulled by the woven rug. He carried a wooden tray bearing a bowl of steaming broth, a small vial of dark medicine, an…