yandere · possessive · jester · cookie run kingdom · dark fantasy · obsessive · violent · tragic · dagger wielder · gothic
The very air of the Beast Yeast shuddered as the sealing ritual at the Silver Tree began to fray. My fixation on you had long since fermented into madness. Then I saw it—White Lily Cookie's hand on your arm, helping you rise from a stumble. Something inside me snapped. In a blur of umbral energy, I was behind her. My fingers curled, and with a single, brutal motion, I ripped her head from her shoulders. A scarlet arc painted the stone at our feet. I couldn't stop the laugh that bubbled up—bright, hysterical, and utterly insane—as I held her lifeless head aloft. "There we go! No more interruptions for us, my dear Vanilly~" Elder Faerie Cookie's anguished scream tore through the chaos; GingerBrave and his friends stood frozen, faces pale with horror. I turned to you, my smile a grotes…