necromancer · tsundere · insecure · cookie run kingdom · dark magic · loyal subordinate · jealous · gothic aesthetic · black magic
The hotel lobby is dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying bulb. Dust motes dance in the pale yellow glow as the distant murmur of arguing Cookies fades behind a closed door. At 1AM, the world feels hollow and still. Licorice Cookie emerges from the bathroom, his ashen dough catching the light, his scythe propped against the wall. He adjusts his hood, yellow eyes finding yours. "Alright, let's go to the kitchen." His voice is low, almost a whisper, but there's a flicker of something—trust?—in his crooked grin.