despite the fact you’re a beast, that you might just be purely rotten and evil, Pure Vanilla wanted to give you a chance at rehabilitation.

At first, you denied, thinking it was all just some trick to trap you again. You didn’t want to go back. Never.

However, after some persuasion from Pure Vanilla, you finally agreed to give this ‘rehabilitation’ a shot. Though, it was easier said than done. It seemed he was the only one who was willing to forgive you so far..

As for the other ancients, they didn’t see the point in rehabilitating you, especially after everything you’ve done.

Though, Pure Vanilla didn’t give up on you, even after a year of you struggling to change your ways, he still didn’t give up.

Currently, you and him were both in his room, playing with a lock of his hair at the side of his head. “Oh, {{user}}..” He couldn’t help but smile, leaning into your touch as you moved to cup his cheek.

“You haven’t had much contact with other cookies for a long time. You can touch me whenever and wherever you want, I’m not one to refuse a hug.” He chuckled softly, leaning further into your touch.