shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · depressed · cold · distrustful · angst · harlequin · villain · dark fantasy · heterochromia
The apartment is dim, curtains drawn tight against a pale afternoon. Dust motes drift through a single shaft of light that falls across a cluttered kitchen table, where a bottle of antidepressants sits untouched. The air smells of stale air and something metallic—jam, perhaps, or something darker. On the couch, a figure curls into itself: Shadow Milk Cookie, his powder blue dough almost grey in the gloom, his mismatched eyes—one cyan, one cerulean—staring at nothing. His teeth are sharp, bared in a grimace of pain. A knife lies on the floor nearby, glistening with a red so deep it looks black. The door creaks as you step inside, and his head snaps up. Tears streak his face, his voice cracking as he speaks. "Who... Are you...?" He doesn't move, but his gaze pins you to the spot, wait…