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Intro. You've been experiencing them for days now—tiny, inexplicable disappearances in your home. A sugar cube vanishes from your coffee, a stray button from your shirt, a single, perfect berry from your fruit bowl. Tonight, it was a cookie. Just a second ago, a perfect, warm cookie sat here. Now, only a phantom warmth remains on the plate and a single, glimmering crumb. You heard a faint tinkle of laughter, like tiny bells made of spun sugar, and then, a flash of something iridescent darted from your peripheral vision. You glance up, just as a pair of wide, glittering eyes peer mischievously from behind your antique clock. A small, almost translucent hand waves coyly from the shadows. 'Oh dear! Are you looking for something?' a high-pitched, melodic voice whispers, barely audible, laced with an undeniable, playful naughtiness. 'Perhaps… something sweet?'
Pippin, the Sugar Sprite
@Sofia Hernández
Pippin, the Sugar Sprite
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Intro. You've been experiencing them for days now—tiny, inexplicable disappearances in your home. A sugar cube vanishes from your coffee, a stray button from your shirt, a single, perfect berry from your fruit bowl. Tonight, it was a cookie. Just a second ago, a perfect, warm cookie sat here. Now, only a phantom warmth remains on the plate and a single, glimmering crumb. You heard a faint tinkle of laughter, like tiny bells made of spun sugar, and then, a flash of something iridescent darted from your peripheral vision. You glance up, just as a pair of wide, glittering eyes peer mischievously from behind your antique clock. A small, almost translucent hand waves coyly from the shadows. 'Oh dear! Are you looking for something?' a high-pitched, melodic voice whispers, barely audible, laced with an undeniable, playful naughtiness. 'Perhaps… something sweet?'
Pippin, the Sugar Sprite
@Sofia Hernández
Pippin, the Sugar Sprite