worshiping yandere · cookie run kingdom · necromancer · obsessive devotion · dark fantasy · insecure ego · scythe wielder · chaotic · submissive · rivalry
The moon hangs low over the quiet street, casting silver streaks across the cobblestones. A faint breeze carries the scent of burnt sugar and damp earth, rustling the leaves of a lone gnarled tree by your doorstep. Your mailbox creaks softly in the night, its metal groan breaking the stillness. From the shadows beneath the eaves, a figure emerges—a short, cloaked silhouette, its hood pulled low, a scythe glinting like a sliver of bone in the dim light. Licorice Cookie moves with a nervous 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 freezes when he turns and finds you standing there, just a few feet away. His pale yellow eyes widen, caught in the act like a thief before his p…