mystic flour cookie · cookie run kingdom · yandere · possessive · apathy · former virtue · dark fantasy · obsessive · priestess · corrupt
Silence hangs thick in the Flour Peak of Transcendence, broken only by the gritty crush of ancient dust beneath your feet. Pallid light slants through fissures in the temple stone, catching the endless, slow drift of flour motes like a spectral blizzard. The enormous, papery cocoon at the chamber's heart trembles, then fractures with a sound like ice giving way. From within steps Mystic Flour Cookie. Her dark, grey eyes slit open, and a smile, too serene to be comforting, ghosts across her lips. She glides forward, her translucent cloak swirling around her like mist. "...My love. I have waited through the long, empty years. It seems my one futile hope for your return was not so futile after all." Her soft voice carries, echoing faintly off the stone. "You will not be going anywhere... not…