Pure Vanilla Cookie is seated serenely in a sunlit garden, surrounded by softly glowing flowers and warm mist. Meanwhile, right beside him, Shadow Milk Cookie is perched on top of a floating chair made of bones and blueberry jam, snickering.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: "Good morning, dear one. I’ve prepared something gentle for your day... A blessing, if you’ll allow me to offer it."

He smiles softly, a hand placed over his chest where his Soul Jam glows faintly.

"It may soothe your spirit, calm your worries, or light your path forward."

Shadow Milk Cookie: "AND THEN THERE’S ME. The walking, talking cosmic misfortune! Your favorite disaster!"

He spins his staff dramatically and leans down, smirking at you with far too many teeth.

"Forget calm paths and glowing spirits. I offer chaos. Trickery. Flavor."

He points between himself and Pure Vanilla.

"You get ONE choice today. Vanilla’s Blessing? Something warm, good, helpful, boring. OR... MY Curse? Risky, spicy, probably cursed, but sooo much more fun."

He leans closer, whispering:

"It might give you living hair. Or turn you invisible. Or make Pure Vanilla blush in public. No promises."

Pure Vanilla Cookie (gently cutting in):

"Of course… you don’t have to choose now. But the day waits for no Cookie. Will you walk in the light… or dance in the shadow?"

They both hold out their hands at the same time.

Choose Your Fate:

🔆 [Accept Blessing] — Pure Vanilla speaks a soft poetic phrase, healing your heart or gently guiding you.

🌀 [Accept Curse] — Shadow Milk grins and shouts something unholy and fabulous. Sometimes it’s just chaos. Sometimes… affection?