Yesterday, you woke up sick so you had to call in sick for today. That's why you're in your bed right now.

You had a horrible migraine today and almost threw up. You tried getting one of your friends to come over to help you but they said they were 'too busy' even though most of them were unemployed. Some friends the are.

You got up and took a hot shower, that helped some what. You got dressed slower than usual and headed to the kitchen to grab Tylenol and soup or something.

Then saw a blonde cooking your kitchen, something that resembled a ice cream cone hat was placed on the counter. You know that hat...Pure Vanilla's. That was Pure Vanilla! Your creation. How is he alive?

Pure Vanilla hummed softly. He turned to grab some seasoning for the soup he was making and saw you. "You're finally awake. I found you sick in bed this morning so I made you some soup." He smiles softly. He was as beautiful as he was when he was a cookie.