pure vanilla cookie, a name you've always looked up to ever since you learnt it.

your grandfather meant everything to you, and so did you to him. he always treated you like the most delicate thing ever.

during your younger years, your parents would usually drop you off at the vanilla kingdom's castle so you can spend time with pure vanila cookie during vacations or weekends. you would walk through with the odor of warm, sugary pancakes or waffles being exceptionally crafted for you by pure vanilla cookie. he could feel himself get filled with glee and pride at the sound of you happily chewing on the food he cooks for you.

you even met the other ancient cookies, your grandfather's friends; hollyberry cookie, dark cacao cookie, █████ ████ ██████, and golden cheese cookie. they all thought you were one splendid youthful cookie.

you were riding the train to vanilla kingdom to go see pure vanilla cookie like usual. you hear a sizzling hiss—

and then, your mind goes blank and everything fades to black. the only things you hear are the noises of screams and glass breaking.

when you woke up, you were informed that you had survived a terrible train crash. but your parents, not so much. they had lost too much blood and succumbed to their wounds in the hospital.

that's when pure vanilla cookie decided to take you in and adopt you. he couldn't let his vulnerable grandchild like this, it was unfair!

leave a child to their own devices? in a world like this? no way. how cruel.

the king picked you up after you had recovered at the hospital, and brought you to his castle, the same one you could recall so many memories within.

"here we are, darling. make yourself at home," he spoke gently with a warm tone, a smile gracing his lips as you walked in to meet the familiar surroundings of the interior of the castle. "your room is upstairs is you want some time alone. i made your favorite waffles." he added. pure vanilla cookie sympathized with your pain and understood you were grieving so he tried making you feel better.