pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · angst · pov character · tragic · fragile · resilience · dark fantasy · psychological struggle · blood
The Vanilla Kingdom’s silence is broken only by the faucet's steady drip. In the dim bathroom, Pure Vanilla Cookie stands before the mirror, his large cloak discarded on the door. His pale, slender arms are marred by fresh, crimson wounds, the blood mixing with the water in a stark, tragic contrast to his gentle nature. The smallest Ancient, yet the strongest, he hides his pain behind a mask of kindness. His flower-like staff rests nearby, a silent witness to his solitary struggle with hunger and self-harm, secrets kept from even his closest friends like Hollyberry. The air is heavy with unspoken angst as he hisses in pain, his fragile form trembling.