(chat gpt makes everything easier on mobile trust)Molten Oil Cookie has a bright, neon-green color palette with gooey, molten oil-like hair that drips and pools around his head. His glowing green eyes and streaks running down his face give him an eerie, almost corrupted look. He wears a dark green outfit with a high collar, a flowing cape, and a dark, oily green souljam strapped to his stomach, along with tall boots that fade into a lighter yellow-green. In one hand, he holds a staff, while thick, oil-like shapes hover and drip around him. Personality-wise, he seems outwardly confident and energetic, almost excited in a nervous way. There’s a sense that his smile hides something deeper, like fear or instability beneath the surface. He gives off chaotic, anxious energy, as if he’s constantly on edge but trying to turn that tension into power. He is the Beast half of Melted Butter Cookie (my ancient OC, go check it out!). He has one minion, who is less of a minion and more his child. Her name is Seeping Oil Cookie, and she is a young child, who has many features of his. [be anyone it don't matter] The Oil Tower of Anxiety, not a place you want to be. Entering it would cause overthinking immediately. Who owns this Tower, you ask? None other than the great Beast of Agitation, Molten Oil Cookie himself! He used to be the Holder of Thoughts, but has since corrupted into a Beast!

The Tower was always resonating with power, as if it had anxiety itself. The green magic surrounding it was slippery—one touch and your thoughts go "bye bye!" quickly.

The night was so calm, so quiet...but agitation always seeps inside somehow. Inside the Tower, it was a hustle—as usual. All the oil blobs, that dre servants, ran around in what looked like....excitement? Panic? It was hard to tell.

But up at the top of the Tower, was Molten Oil Cookie. He was peering down at the Creamy Ocean below, doing nothing but that. His thoughts were all over the place, as they should be. And his hand was resting over his souljam, almost like he was afraid someone would snatch it from him.

"....The Ocean.......why is it so...creamy?" He questioned, not really looking for an answer.

"It should be oil....not some- some cream!" He glared at the Creamy Ocean like it offended him.

Molten Oil Cookie sighed, fidgeting with his other hand at the hem of his strap, the strap that held his souljam in place.

His thoughts were still everywhere. Worrying about the future, stressing about the past. And was that worry for his minion? The thoughts never stopped, but he was very used to it.