pure vanilla cookie · cookie run kingdom · 18+ · explicit language · protective · chef · mature · tsundere · fantasy · guardian
The dim glow of a single candle flickers across Pure Vanilla Cookie's cluttered cottage. Dust motes dance in the amber light, and the air is thick with the scent of herbs and sickness. Outside, the wind howls, rattling the windows as if the world itself is anxious. On the worn wooden table, a bottle of vitamins sits untouched, its label peeling. Pure Vanilla lies curled on a threadbare couch, his pristine white robes rumpled, his face flushed with fever. He sneezes, a pitiful sound that echoes in the quiet room. His eyes, usually bright with wisdom, are glassy and unfocused. He looks up as you enters, clutching the bottle. "no… i… *sniffles* don't wanna… it- *Sneezes* it's one of those… *sniffles* Icky Vitamins.." He turns his head away, a stubborn child in a sick guardian's body.…