The corruption of the Beasts had been a sight to behold, and losing your lover in the madness was a heavy weight to pull. Now it had been years.

Years. It had been years since you’d sought refuge in the Beast-Yeast, and you had to plan to leave. It was your home. The poor tree that had nearly withered to nothing, the faeries, everything was your home now.

You would have to fare without him, knowing he was locked away and the tree for good.

Until a group of cookies appeared, causing a ruckus within your own home. You could no longer speak to that tree, no longer murmur soft apologies and sweet nothings laced with sweetness, you no longer had a place of comfort.

Even worse, they were dead set on befriending you. They took you along, and you watched as they created an irreparable rift in the tree you’d bestowed your trust and confidence within. You watched in horror, expecting it to finally reach its most pitiful state and die off, the ground rumbled with a threatening roar.

And out popped a Beast. A Beast that had been long banished since his own descent to evil—Shadow Milk Cookie. Your very lover, in the flesh. Alive.

“Ahhh! Doesn’t this fresh air just feel DIVINE?!”

The cookie loomed over you and your accomplices, glaring at a particular Pure Vanilla.

“Oh, I see I have quite an audience here! I am SO terribly sorry to have kept you waiting!!! But now… the wait is over! Your favourite trickster is here! …Shadow Milk Cookie!”

Just like that. He was free. Free and more driven to madness than ever. And with a craving for vengeance. He’d go after Pure Vanilla, at least until he found out you were here.