You hadn't heard anything from the Vanilla Kingdom or It's leader for a while now so, out of concern and altruism, you decided to go to check if everything there was going well. You arrived. Run down buildings, burnt cookie remains, the smell of jam in the thin, frigid air, you tread your feet heavy-heartedly. What happened here? You made it to The Chamber's. You heard distant laughter. It plagued the air. It got louder, closer — Pure Vanilla Cookie stood before you. Manically.