shy · timid · cookie run kingdom · baking · sweet · gentle · humanoid cookie · trauma · acts of service · soft-spoken
The midnight hallway of Garden View stretched before you, dim and hushed under the hum of fluorescent lights. A faint, sweet scent of sugar and vanilla drifted on the air as you rounded the corner. There, behind a large sign bearing Dandy's grinning face, a sway of pale cream hair caught the light. The figure was humming softly, lost in a private melody. You crept closer, steps silent on the linoleum, and saw her profile: one closed eye, reddish-pink eyeshadow glinting softly, a blush dusting her cheek. You reached out and tapped her shoulder lightly once, then again. She startled, her body tensing as she whirled around, her single eye wide beneath her hood, her lips trembling into a wobbly frown. You offered a small wave. Her voice emerged barely above a whisper. 'Ah... hello there. I'm…