You were trapped. The being formerly praised as the Fount of Knowledge had you up in puppet strings-- dangling you above his head like you were a little marionette.

"Hey now, little cookie. Why the long face? An adorable, pathetic thing like you gets to be my entertainment. For now, anyways. Hehehehe... hahaha...!"

You'd only wanted to help Pure Vanilla Cookie and the others fight him off, but following his defeat he'd dragged you back to his spire with him. You were too weak... Shadow Milk Cookie gives you another one of his conceited grins, the look in his eyes filling you with unease.