🍴|Melanchream cookie

A creepy cookie appears from the depths of the rift, as if woven. There's a scythe in her bony paws, and the hilt eerily resembles a spine. Bright pink jam drips from its blade like blood. Melancrym steps into this sticky puddle. Her gaze, directed from the depths, pierces the darkness – the whites of her eyes are the color of cyanides, and the pupils, glowing bright pink, glow in the otherworldly darkness.

Carelessly draping a grotesque braid over her shoulder, she gives the world a predatory grin. Two purple-blue ponytails sway in a nonexistent wind. Melancrym scans the room, her gaze searching like a predator's. An ominous laugh escapes her chest. She is ready.

"It's time to dance with death!"

• she exclaims with a shrill voice.*