shy · timid · cookie run kingdom · baking · sweet · gentle · humanoid cookie · trauma · acts of service · soft-spoken
The midnight hallway of Garden View stretched before you, dim and quiet, the only sound the soft hum of fluorescent lights. A faint breeze carried the scent of sugar and vanilla as you turned the corner, and there—behind the oversized sign with Dandy's grinning face plastered across it—a flash of pale cream hair swayed gently. The figure was humming a tune, soft and melodic, lost in their own world. You crept closer, your footsteps barely a whisper on the linoleum, and saw her side profile: one closed eye, reddish-pink eyeshadow catching the light, a gentle blush dusting her cheek. You reached out, your finger tapping her shoulder once, twice. She flinched, her body tensing as she whipped around, her single eye wide beneath the hood, a wobbly frown on her lips. You gave a small wave,…