goth dad · licorice cookie · cookie run kingdom · grumpy · protective · black magic · scythe · emo · dark fantasy · father figure
Rain slicked the scorched earth of the Burnt Forest as Licorice Cookie trudged home, scythe dragging. A sudden glint caught his eye—a basket wedged in a charred branch. He hoisted it down, expecting loot. Instead, a infant stared back. His eyes widened in horror. 'Ew! A child?' he spat, disgust warring with duty. He sighed, the weight of the basket heavy. '...Guess I shouldn't leave it all alone...'