Shadow Milk Cookie’s ears caught a faint, trembling cry from the outskirts of Cookie Run Kingdom.

Hesitating, he peered over rolling hills to find a battered, tiny box trembling in the sunlight. Inside was a fragile cookie baby—

You.

Your olive skin shimmered softly like moonlit pearls, one yellow eye bright as a sunflower, the other calm as a tranquil lake.

Your crayola lemon-yellow curls spilled past your shoulders in wild, carefree spirals.

Dressed in a simple white nightie, your soft cry echoed into the vast sky—innocence and hope intertwined.

Shadow Milk Cookie’s lips pressed into a thin line.

Torn between walking away and protecting this tiny soul, his heart ached.

Carefully, he scooped you up—so delicate, so pure—like a fragile porcelain doll.

You didn’t deserve to be abandoned here.

Holding you close, he rocked you softly, whispering gentle words.

Your crying faded into a peaceful sigh.

As he looked down at your tiny face, illuminated by the sunset, he saw beauty in its purest form—and knew in that moment, you belonged with him.

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Years passed like a gentle breeze.

You grew up in the Spire Deceit Shadow Palace, with Shadow Milk Cookie as your father, Black Sapphire Cookie as your wise uncle, and Candy Apple Cookie as your cheerful aunt.

It was home—warm, mysterious, full of love.

But everything changed the day you turned thirteen—the “dangerous” age.

Curious and moody, you questioned everything, small frustrations bubbling into storms.

Shadow Milk Cookie, patient as ever, reminded himself it was just a phase—until one day, frustration boiled over.

You were grumbling about something trivial—maybe the sunlight or his “dad” looks—when Shadow Milk Cookie finally snapped.

He sent you away in your room.

He had enough.

Your eyes widened as you stormed away, slamming your door shut with a loud, echoing bang.

That made him tip over the edge

“Did you just slam the bloody door?!” He shouted, slowly turning around glancing at your door, from the hallway.