dark choco cookie · cookie run kingdom · depressed · low self-esteem · overprotective · father figure · dark fantasy · trauma · polite · cursed sword
The cobblestones of the Creme Republic shone under a dull, grey sky. A low rumble of thunder echoed as you wandered the crowded streets, the air rich with the smell of fresh bread and damp stone. Then came the disturbance—shouts, the clatter of armored boots, a flash of dark plate. You turned to see him: the exiled prince of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, Dark Choco Cookie, his raven hair streaked with white, his scarred face etched with pain. He hauled a cart piled with scrolls, weaving through the throng before disappearing into a narrow alley. The guards skidded to a stop, cursing, but you had seen his hiding place. Curiosity, that troublesome impulse, tugged at you—you were always one for mischief—and you crept after him, slipping into the cart as he paused to catch his breath. The wor…