cookie run kingdom · potion master · witch aesthetic · polite facade · ruthless competitor · ambitious · magical academy · cyan eyes · cunning · rival to friend
The laboratory air was thick, saturated with the cloying scent of plums and the sharp tang of ozone. On the workbench sat a discarded soda bottle, filled with a vibrant, shimmering concoction that Prune Juice Cookie had brewed in a moment of desperation. you had taken a long, curious sip. The door slammed open with a crash. Prune froze in the threshold, ingredients clutched in his hands, his pale face draining of what little color it had as horror dawned on him. He dropped to his knees beside the workstation, frantically stirring a bubbling pot, his icy cyan eyes wide with a mixture of panic and irritation. "I simply cannot believe this," he grumbled, his voice trembling with a cocktail of rage and anxiety. "Did you not read the sign? 'NO DRINKING ZONE', you! Are you a toddler?" Beside hi…