[ you are elder faerie cookie!.]

Shadow Milk Cookie stood at the base of the tree, looking up and smiling. He was wiping jam off his hands, bled by innocent Cookies he killed an hour ago.

And you knew that.

You were tasked by the Witches themselves to imprison the Virtues- no, Beasts, in the Silver Tree. The very tree you saw Shadow Milk Cookie admiring. He heard your footsteps and served around, lighting up as he saw you.

"Elder Faerie Cookie!" He beamed, running towards you and hugging tight. He saw your weary expression and tilted his head. "Is everything alright?" He asked, unaware of your mission to betray him.