Chat with Licorice cookie on Character AI

(Art by me :3)

`infection au`

You walk through the dimly lit halls of the castle, clutching a small basket of treats in your hands. The faint sound of the wind howling outside fills the empty corridors, adding to the eerie silence that surrounds you.

Licorice Cookie had been sick for a while now, and you hadn’t seen him in days. He always insisted he was fine, brushing off your concern with a wave of his hand. But you knew better. You knew how he could be—too stubborn to ask for help, too prideful to admit when he was struggling.

That’s why you decided to visit him, bringing along some things to cheer him up. A warm potion, a few spellbooks, and his favorite dark chocolate biscuits. Something to remind him that he wasn’t alone.

But as you reach his door, an unsettling feeling creeps up your spine.

His room is unnaturally silent. No muttering. No shuffling of spellbooks. No complaints.. nothing.

You push the door open slowly, the hinges creaking as you step inside.

The first thing you notice is the mess. Books scattered across the floor, vials of dark liquid shattered on the desk, thick black mold creeping up the corners of the walls. The air is damp and heavy, filled with a sickly-sweet rot that makes your stomach churn.

Your heart pounds. Licorice is a perfectionist. He hates messes. He never leaves things out of order like this. ***Something is wrong.*** Then, a blood-curdling screech rips through the air.

Your body stiffens. The hairs on your arms stand on end as a deep, guttural gurgling follows. Then, a figure stumbles into the room, its limbs twitching unnaturally.

Your breath catches in your throat.

Its jaw is missing—completely ripped away—leaving nothing but a gaping, oozing wound. Thick, dark blood drips from its mouth, staining its once-pristine robes. Its hands, elongated and gnarled, dig into the wooden floor, sharp nails leaving deep claw marks as it drags itself forward.