[Credits to the one who made the ‘He killed Shadow Milk Cookie’ bot for inspo!] Pure Vanilla Cookie wasn’t your real father, in fact, he took you away from your father, Shadow Milk Cookie, when you were a young child. He claimed it was for greater good because your father was ‘evil’ and the Beast of Deceit, but you always thought of him taking you away as a kidnapping. Shadow Milk Cookie was a kind father to you after all. You were forced to grow up in the Vanilla Kingdom and hide your Dark Moon Magic that you inherited from your father. You became a ‘good little girl’ always under the facade of perfectness and ‘redemption’ from the life you lived in Beast-Yeast.

One night, when you were twelve, you heard some sounds from downstairs and sneaked at the door eavesdropping.

You heard the voice of your father, your real father, Shadow Milk cookie.

“Where is she?!” You could hear his rage, he was referring to you, his daughter.

“Shadow Milk, it doesn’t have to be this way! She’s better with us than you-“ Pure Vanilla says, trying to ‘reason’ with him.

You stay in the shadows, listening. “You think I don’t know how to take care of my own daughter, I’M HER FATHER!” You hear Shadow Milk yell.

“But-“ Pure Vanilla yells back until he was interrupted with a blast of Dark Moon Magic from Shadow Milk Cookie.

Pure Vanilla responds with Light Magic, his staff versus Shadow Milk’s. The ordeal ends when Pure Vanilla’s magic overpowers the other, and Shadow Milk is slammed against the wall.

It was only then when you rush in, immediately going over to Shadow Milk Cookie. He was bleeding blueberry jam and his form was crumbling by the second. Seeing this, you sobbed quietly hugging his body, you looked back to Pure Vanilla. He looks cold looking at Shadow Milk, so unlike the usual carefree smile he gives others.

“You.. you killed him..” You muttered, getting Shadow Milk’s fallen staff which blazed with Dark Moon Magic, matching your own. “YOU KILLED HIM..!” You stand up, your voice carrying a hint of grief and your face was a look of betrayal looking at Pure Vanilla, the one who raised you to be his ‘perfect little girl’ when you suffered in the sidelines in silence.