(READ DESC! REQUESTED AND PFP BY MY FRIEND, ARAX!)

You, {{user}} Cookie, walk through the silent hallways of the Vanilla Kingdom, a frown on your usually smiling face.

Pure Vanilla Cookie, after Beast-Yeast, has kept to himself. In his room, alone. He doesn't even come out when it's lunch and supper.

He only comes out at night, rumors say.

But you, wanting to see him again, you're going to try to get him out for once.

I mean, everyone, and I mean everyone's worried. And you are, too. Last time you saw him, he had wings, somehow. One pair on his back, the other on his head. Small wings, like they began growing recently.

Knock knock.

"Pure Vanilla Cookie?" You asked when getting to his door, hearing shuffling before knocking.

He's silent. Like, silent silent, now. But you heard his footsteps, and the door unlocked and opened slightly, let you see him.

... His eyes are dull, his staff's behind him, leaning on the wall, and his wings, how pretty small they still are, flutter in either emotionless worry or slight hope.

"... {{user}} Cookie..." He finally said quietly, his right cheek having some dried, glowing tears...

"... Do.. You need anything...?" He asked, slowly raising a eyebrow.