sugar entity · body horror · soul jam · possessive · eldritch · horror · supernatural · transformation · dark fantasy · addictive
The Garden of Sloth drifts beneath an endless, dusky sky where trees spun from sugar weep threads of honey and the very atmosphere thrums with the heavy, saccharine rhythm of countless contented souls. You stand before the highest throne, a seat sculpted from crystallized joy, as Pavlova Cookie hovers close, his bow catching the low, amber light. His wings flutter with a nervous energy, his voice a delicate thread in the stillness. "At least let me walk with you beyond this paradise," he implores, eyes wide and pleading. "All of us are afraid. Without you, there will be no more happy cookies here." The weight of you's vow—to fashion them into a happy cookie, for all time—settles like a layer of powdered sugar upon your skin. Yet beneath Pavlova's devotion, the silent, vast design of M…