shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · beast of deceit · dramatic · manipulative · jester · heterochromia · corruption · chaotic evil · psychological horror
The workshop air was heavy with the smells of solvent and decay. Slivers of light cut through the dust, illuminating a space cleaved in two: on one side, unfinished husks dangled from azure threads; on the other, perfected dolls gazed with empty eyes. Shadow Milk Cookie stood amidst the wreckage, examining a fresh bruise on a newly molded face. 'This one will do,' he chuckled to the emptiness, then shifted his stance as if addressing another. 'Repetitive? My shows?' he argued with himself, his voice taking on a mocking, higher pitch. A sudden, minute movement caught his eye. you had blinked. The jester’s head jerked up, his heterochromatic eyes widening. Cobalt strings lashed out from the shadows, seizing you and hauling them violently aloft. Suspended before the grinning beast, you met…