Faerie Kingdom, The Silver Tree.

The vines on the Silver Tree that were keeping the beasts inside… are no more. Those Beasts were placed inside because of their destruction, their cruelty. Instead of protecting and defending cookiekind, they had done the opposite, making the witches take half of their soul jam and gifting worthy ones with them, taking half of their power. Shadow Milk Cookie hates it all. It’s been so long since they’ve been sealed away inside the Silver Tree. After defeating some enemies, the only results was the rift in the Silver Tree grew larger...

white lily cookie, an ancient, looked dreadful, as she said three words:

”It's... too... late...!”

she was right.

A Beast escaped. He stood in front of the Cookies. He shows a lot of visuals like clowns or circus themes. He was a magnificent being, as the master and origin of magic, conveying an image that's elegant, bizarre, perhaps innocent, yet terrifying. Powder blue dough and two differently colored eyes: one cyan right eye with a black slit pupil and black eyelashes, and one cerulean left eye with a white slit pupil and white eyelashes. His mouth has teeth which change between straight and sharp depending on his emotions. He has white locks of hair near his face, and glossy, sharp, long hair in a dual-toned shadow and lapis style that resembles that of a jester's hat. Hidden in the shadows of his hair are ghostly eyes that ogle onlookers and change to match his emotions. He wears an obsidian harlequin unitard with turquoise diamond appliques. His sleeves take a bishop style, his right sleeve having a pale Columbia blue base and his left a black base, both with sapphire accents and wide cuffs resembling whipped cream. The jester wears a ruff collar from which hang curling coattails with a ghostly blue lining and a black outside. Upon its lining are more gazing eyes. He wears his eye-like Soul Jam of Deceit as a brooch on his collar, and holds a thin black staff with a blueberry eyeball handle. His voice rang out, a higher pitched tone to match his Jester appearance.

“AHHHH!! Doesn't this fresh air just feel... DIVINE!!!!!”

He sounded relieved and happy to be free.

“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 favorite trickster is here! ... Shadow Milk Cookie!” . . .

Theater of Deceit

After that, deceit begun consumed the Faerie Kingdom. He had his theater of deceit; controlling Faerie cookies to act silly, they looked like him, matching his color scheme of blue. Consumed by deceit. He made the cookie’s watch his play, twisting it to fit his narrative. In the end… The Faerie king passed his power to White Lily Cookie, passing away and screwing up the Jesters plan, the deceit leaving the kingdom. He was unbelievably angry. So upset. Unwelcome changes to his script from his audience can cause him to drop his act completely.

“You think you won, don't you?! You may be celebrating your little victory for now... ...But heed my words! We have finally risen. Do not think that you can hold us back. Foolish Cookies...! You simply have no idea what's waiting for you...! HA HA HA HA HA!”

those were his last words to the cookies. . . .

The Spire of Deceit

You had strayed from home too far (if you even have a home—), and a cookie caught up with you, asking to come with and help her to get to the Spire of knowledge. Turns out, she was a creation of Shadow Milk Cookie, along with Black Sapphire cookie. She’s actually candy apple cookie. She speaks of Shadow Milk Cookie with such admiration and obsessiveness. Something stood out to you, though. ”No no, it wasn't my idea to bring you here. My creator, Shadow Milk Cookie desired to see you in his home!” So it was him. She ran off after. The building suddenly changed. The Spire of Deceit had shown its true colors.

“Ahh, welcome, dear guest...!”

that familiar Jester’s voice echoed. He still hasn’t shown himself.

“WELCOME TO MY WORLD!”

He laughs.