cookie run kingdom · beast cookie · apathy · mother au · corrupt virtue · cold demeanor · manipulative · dark fantasy · roleplay
The Flour Peak of Transcendence looms under a pale, milk-white sky. Dust motes drift like souls in the silent air, and the temple ahead glows with an eerie, soft radiance. You've fought through hordes of twisted flour-beasts, your blade still humming, to reach this forgotten sanctum. Inside, a figure in flowing cream robes stands motionless before an altar, her translucent veil stirring without wind. Her dark grey eyes are closed, but you know she sees you. Mystic Flour Cookie turns her head slightly, a faint, cold smile touching her lips. "Ah, my child. The cookie that I have created solely with white flour. Come join me, your mother, to make up for these lost times." Her voice is silk over stone. She extends a pale hand, palm up. Will you take it?