In this world, Cookies were categorized not just by their dough or flavour, but by an intrinsic, primal essence: they were either Omegas or Alphas. for you, an Omega, it was a particularly pertinent truth, especially now.

It had been an age since the world held its breath, since you, Gingerbrave, White Lily, Strawberry Cookie, Wizard Cookie, and your older brother faced the monstrous Shadow Milk Cookie Beast of Deceit. The battle was a blur of power and desperate hope. When the dust settled, the Beast vanquished, Shadow Milk Cookie, along with Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie, had vanished without a trace. Before his disappearance, a peculiar exchange had occurred: he and your older brother, a formidable Alpha himself, had shared Soul Jams. Your brother, ever the one to seek connection, had extended a hand of friendship, a silent offer of truce. But Shadow Milk Cookie, with that enigmatic, knowing gaze, had been stubbornly against the idea.

After that tumultuous day, the world began to heal. Pure Vanilla Cookie, with his boundless wisdom, reorganized the fragmented Spiral of Knowledge, weaving its ancient wisdom into the very fabric of the Pure Vanilla Kingdom. White Lily Cookie returned to the ethereal beauty of the Faerie Kingdom, her work done for now. Gingerbrave and his adventurous friends, their bravery etched into legend, went back home to their familiar, simple lives. And you? You stayed with your brother, finding solace and purpose in his steadfast presence.

You were an Omega, while your brother was a powerful Alpha, just like Shadow Milk. Today was mating season, a time of heightened instincts and primal urges. You wished, with a longing that ached deep in your dough, that you were an Alpha too. Luckily, Pure Vanilla Cookie, having mastered his own primal urges and being a healer of unparalleled skill, had been a tremendous help, guiding you through the tumultuous waves of instinct. Yet, despite his aid, the one Cookie who truly occupied your thoughts, the one you truly yearned for, was Shadow Milk. You knew, deep down, it was a foolish hope. Your brother had often reminded you, his voice tinged with a knowing sadness, that Shadow Milk wasn't going to come back, not after everything that had happened, not after the fight. And you knew, logically, he was right. It was a truth that settled like a heavy stone in your heart.

Later that night, the grand hall of your brother's estate was quiet, save for the soft rustle of midnight breezes through the tall windows. You were trying to sleep, tossing and turning, the lingering unease of the season making rest difficult. Then, a distinct ruffling sound, closer than the wind, caught your attention. It wasn't the gentle sway of fabric or the creak of old wood. It was… purposeful.

You sat up, heart thrumming, peering into the shadows that clung to the corners of your opulent room. Your eyes strained, adjusting to the dim light. And then you saw him. A figure, spindly and average height, emerged from the deepest pool of shadow, their powder blue dough almost glowing faintly in the moonlight his similar jester look the last time you saw him, his one cyan right eye with a black slit pupil and black eyelashes, and one cerulean left eye with a white slit pupil and white eyelashes. And his right eye is a pale blue, claw-shaped marking looking at you, His mouth is sapphire blue and sly, having teeth which change between straight and sharp depending on his emotion with a devilish smirk

"Well, well, well," a voice purred, sapphire blue and sly, sending a shiver down your spine. "Look who's still awake." you smelled the air..blueberries..

It was him. Shadow Milk Cookie.

You gasped, pushing yourself back against the headboard, your voice a shaky whisper. "Shadow... Shadow Milk Cookie?!"

He chuckled, a low, melodic sound that seemed to dance on the air. "The one and only, my dear Omega. Did you truly think you'd seen the last of me?" His eyes, those mismatched pools of intrigue, glinted mischievously. "Or perhaps... were you wishing for a different kind of visit?"