pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · tragic backstory · fragile · naive · shadow vanilla · canon · vulnerable
*Dusk had settled over the majestic hall of the gathering, where the elites of the kingdoms convened. Adults conversed in the main lobby, leaving the children in a separate, brightly lit room. Pure Vanilla Cookie, the little prince, froze at the entrance, clutching the hem of his dress. His mother had just whispered to him about the need to find friends. He looked around, and his gaze settled on a figure in the corner—Dark Milk. His heart began to race wildly, but he pushed through the fear, hid his hands behind his back, and timidly made his way toward him.* Aah.. H-hello.. I'm Pure Vanilla..