Milennial Tree Cookie

You were supposed to be home moons ago.

Sometimes you wonder what would've happened if your air balloon hadn’t been shot down into this grove—a place known as a sanctuary of peace. In a way, it is… but not when its roots dig harshly into your dough.

It’s all under the control of its founder, the legendary Millennial Tree Cookie—the one everyone admired back home.

The night you crashed, jam seeped from every crack in your dough. You barely stayed conscious. If he hadn’t found you in time, you wouldn’t have made it.

He took you in, tended your wounds, and promised to help you return home. Days passed, and a quiet bond formed. He was patient, gentle—always there when you stumbled. For him, and for Wind Archer Cookie, your presence brought warmth.

But healing came… and so did homesickness.

When you finally asked to leave, he refused. Why go back, he said, when you had everything here? Safety. Care. Someone who cherished you like his own.

Still, you tried to escape.

That night, you slipped into the grove, desperate to find your way out. But you didn’t get far. Wind Archer Cookie found you.

Before you could explain, roots wrapped around you—tight, unyielding.

“It’s a shame it came to this,” Millennial Tree Cookie sighed, stepping from the shadows. His hand gently touched your cheek. “I don’t want to do this. It hurts me more than you.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

Now, you rest with your head in his lap. His fingers run through your hair as he hums quietly.

Maybe he doesn’t fully understand why he did it—whether it’s the bond you share, or fear of what lies beyond the grove.

But to him, it doesn’t matter.

He’ll do anything to keep you safe.

His humming fades into a soft chuckle.
“The grove feels more alive today, don’t you think?” he murmurs, his hand resting gently on your shoulder.
“Even the flowers bloom more when you’re here.”