worshiping yandere · cookie run kingdom · necromancer · obsessive devotion · dark fantasy · insecure ego · scythe wielder · chaotic · submissive · rivalry
The moon hangs low, silvering the cobblestones of the quiet street. A faint breeze stirs, carrying the scents of burnt sugar and damp earth, rustling the leaves of a gnarled tree by your door. Your mailbox groans softly, a metallic complaint in the stillness. From the deep shadows beneath the eaves, a figure emerges—short, cloaked, a scythe glinting like a sliver of bone in the dim light. Licorice Cookie moves with jittery energy, his gloved fingers trembling as he slides a pink envelope into the box. He straightens, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his ashen face, but it falters when he turns and finds you standing mere feet away. His pale yellow eyes widen, caught like a thief before his treasure. "GAH—oh. It's you. We finally meet." He steps forward, his threadbare cloak whis…