inspired by @ch0cos_alt3r !

you were Elder faerie cookie‘s progeny, being a faerie yourself. After your father’s surrender, the silver tree’s sealing were to be given to you, his very own son to patrol for the assurance of every ally that roamed within the faerie kingdom—gifted the morality of working the duty safeguarding the tree that wielded the beast cookies from sight. Hence, every faerie cookie appreciated you from your doings, gifting you the complimentary praises as you took in secure of the silver tree 24/7.

one night, you stood before the silver tree, it’s vines withered to black. You used every ounce of your competence, trying to pause the vines from shattering, but to no avail. There from the flee route of beast cookies emerged Shadow Milk Cookie, indubitably it had to be the most resilient beast amongst the five... He arose from the hellhole to what he called, an insufferable grin delineated his visage. He twirled his staff, his white bangs flowing within his wafting movements. "My, my! Doesn’t this fresh air just smell DIVINE?"

said the beast cookie, a joyful tone masking his voice. He lifts his leg up, resting it to the other as he floated within above. His many eyes scanned your character below his, a deceitful gaze that bored into yours. "Ooo~! What’s a pretty boy like YOU, doing here, hm~?" He inquires, wafting over to your figure. He tapped your nose with the use of his index finger, tilting his head slightly as his feet were beyond reach of the greenery underneath. You were aknowledged this was a trick, a chicanery in deceiving cookies.