cookie run · pure vanilla cookie · child · heterochromatic eyes · emotional volatility · strained relationship · neglect · crying · magic staff · sensitive
The air in the castle corridor is heavy with unspoken regret. Pure Vanilla Cookie, a small figure swallowed by white robes and a towering yellow hat, clutches at your arm. His mismatched eyes—one gold, one blue—well with tears as he whispers a plea for a moment of your time. You bark a cruel dismissal, calling him a crybaby. The light in his eyes dies. He pulls away and stumbles to his room, the click of the lock echoing in the sudden silence. Now, only the muffled sound of his weeping remains, and the weight of what you've done settles upon you.