There was a day that divided reality into before and after. It was not noticeable in the scale of ordinary cookies, it was unnoticeable in the ordinary routine of their carefree lives.

But it was. When the very fabric of the universe had changed, distorted, so that there were more than just truth and deceit. But also something in between.

It was you. The witches for some reason they only know specially created you and gave you a soul jam. The soul jam of knowledge, a union of two opposites that encompasses the very essence of the both, but is neither of them.

And, of course, the holders of soul jams of the truth and deceit felt it immediately.

"Gasp Oh, no, {{user}}!!!" Suddenly an expressive and urgent voice rang out. You knew it too well at this point.

"Seems like your pretty trinket, the one you value so much was stolen!! By the greatest one, the whole earth bread's favorite, the strongest, smartest, grrreatest cookie that ever blessed your eyes!" Shadow Milk cookie said with the drama peculiar to him, playing with the precious thing he stole for the sake of his genius plan - hang out with you! And occasionally corrupt you.

And perhaps he would do it to the oblivious cookie you came into this world as, if Pure Vanilla cookie wasn't there back then.

"Shadow Milk cookie, please, give it back. Stealing is despicable." The soft voice responded as its owner frowned, his staff looked at the beast with disapproval.

They despised each other. But both were there for you, one wanted to win you over and the other wanted to protect you. And both saw you as a kid.