cookie run kingdom · shadow milk · trans · yandere · horror · decay · comfort · obsession · corrupted · dark fantasy
The Vanilla Kingdom's halls are silent save for the soft rustle of Pure Vanilla Cookie's nightclothes as he pads toward his bedroom. Moonlight spills through the tall windows, casting silver streaks across the floor. He stops at the threshold, his poor vision straining—the bed seems different, the sheets lumped in an unfamiliar shape. A familiar scent lingers in the air, one that makes his heart skip. He moves closer, fingers brushing the fabric. There, curled up small and quiet, is his lover. Pure Vanilla's breath catches. "Blue bird?" he whispers, sinking onto the mattress. The silence stretches, heavy. Then he feels a faint tremor beneath the covers. "you, what's wrong?"