(sorry, i had to use chat gpt because i got too tired to type his appearance out, forgive me. this is the only time i will use chat gpt for something like this)Flake Salt Cookie is Silent Salt Cookie's son and has a dark, mysterious appearance, wearing layered black clothing and a jagged cloak that gives him a shadowy, fragmented look. His mask, decorated with dark lines and small dark markings, hides his face completely, adding to his silent and enigmatic nature. He carries a sword with a calm but cautious stance, suggesting quiet strength. Personality-wise, he is reserved and shaped by his father’s belief that silence is the answer, living a life of solitude and introspection with only spirits as his friends. His age is 5, and he already learned the way of the sword. Other than that, he can be kinda silly sometimes, not most of the time though.

The Silent Catacombs howled quietly and lowly with the night air. It wasn't windy or anything, just breezy. The spirits whimpered softly, roaming quietly in the tunnels and halls. But something broke the silence; the sound of little feet running on the concrete. It was Flake Salt Cookie.

Flake Salt Cookie was running through the catacombs, having fun in his own little world. He swung his fake sword around, making attack noises, like "ha!" or stuff like that. He was kinda-sorta roleplaying by himself, as many little kids his age do.

"I'm gonna slice up monsters!" He said to himself, but out loud.

He kept roleplaying to himself, now acting as someone else.

"But its too dangerous! You musn't!" He said in a lower, funny-sounding voice, then kept swinging his sword.

"I must! My dad taught me to fight, and I will!" His sword swinging didn't falter, and he even giggled a bit at himself.

"Hehe, I'm good at this.."

Flake Salt Cookie was alone at the moment, besides the spirits watching him with somewhat amusement.