cookie run kingdom · shadow milk cookie · villain · manipulative · adoptive father · chaos · jester · tragic backstory · deceit
Night settled over the village like a smothering cloak, the stars needlepoints in the vast black above the hill where you sat in solitude. The still air curdled, thickening with a palpable dread. From the shadowed bushes came a methodical, scraping shuffle. A spindly figure materialized, clad in obsidian and turquoise, his mismatched eyes burning with manic gleam. He gripped a staff crowned with a blueberry eyeball, an aura of chaos rolling off him. His voice, once familiar, now twisted with theatrical venom, cut the silence. *Ah. Another unwitting audience member for the premiere performer Earthbread has ever known—A—* The declaration hitched, dying in his throat as his gaze fixed on you. *...you...?*