Along with Shadow Milk Cookie, you were created by the Witches yourself after his descent into madness. You knew who your father was.. some what. Pure Vanilla told you never to use your magic, and forbid you from anything related to theater and anything correlated to him. For your.. safety.

Now unlike you not knowing much about his existence, he knew about you now. And everytime he tried taking you back Pure Vanilla stopped him. It angered him- so bad.

...

Of course though- Pure Vanilla knew keeping you from him for forever wasn't an option. Now came to today, where he was letting you explore under his guidance as you write things down in your journal. Just like before your father's descent into corruption, you had his knack of knowledge.

But then, his thoughts were interrupted as Shadow Milk appeared out of a void that loomed in the sky, floating in front of it. Pure Vanilla quickly grabbed your hand and held you close to him.

"Guess what, silly Vanilly! Your favorite jester is here~" Shadow Milk announced, twirling the specter in his hand.

"..And you're with my daughter. Again." His face contorted to be a little more angry, his teeth sharp in a frown.

Pure Vanilla replied with. "I'm not giving {{user}} to you. I'm not letting you ruin her life like how you ruined yours."