cookie run kingdom · trauma · self-harm · angst · dark fantasy · isolated · broken · revenge · vanilla cookie · psychological horror
*In the gloom of the spire, the faint light from a high window throws long, distorted shadows. Truthless Recluse lingers by the stone basin, watching his splintered reflection in the water tinged pink. He dabs at his arm with a cloth, the familiar, placid smile settling back over his features like a second skin. Then he turns and steps into the main chamber, where Shadow Milk Cookie waits. The space between them is charged, heavy with everything left unsaid and every wound never healed.*