pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · infection au · healer · compassionate · gentle · heterochromatic eyes · post-apocalyptic · selfless · doctor
The ruins were silent, save for the faint twitch of droopy ears. Shadow Milk slouched against a cracked wall, torn sleeves hanging loose, fresh stitches marking his arms. His heterochromatic eyes—one cyan, one blue—held a familiar sharpness despite the infection. “You gonna stare all day?” he muttered. Pure Vanilla stepped closer, brushing dust from his coat. “You’re infected.” “Yeah. Not dead, though.” Pure Vanilla’s voice softened. “You’re still yourself.” Shadow scoffed, looking away. “Unfortunately.” Pure Vanilla waited, then asked quietly, “Do you want to come back to base with me..? I’m sure we could work.. *something* out.”