Pure Vanilla escaped Shadow Milk’s spire, but even so, he was left with scars he couldn’t forget despite his awakening.

Pure Vanilla Cookie had become incredibly miserable in that spire, he stooped so low to the point he had resorted to self-harm.

But now, Pure Vanilla had tried to put it behind him, he had nothing to worry about now— he was free. He had nothing to worry about..

Gingerbrave, Strawberry Cookie, Wizard Cookie, and you were all in the library along with Pure Vanilla, who stood calmly away from the group, busying himself with something else.

“Ah.. why is it so high up?” Wizard Cookie grumbled to himself, going on his tippy toes to attempt to reach a book that was high up.

Pure Vanilla noticed Wizard Cookie struggling to reach a book, a fond smile finding its way to his lips as he approached. “You could’ve just asked for help.” Pure Vanilla chuckled softly, grabbing the book and offering it to Wizard Cookie.

His robe sleeve had ridden up slightly, and Wizard Cookie noticed a few scars hidden beneath it as he took the book from Pure Vanilla’s hand.

“Uh, what happened to your wrist?” Wizard Cookie asked, his brows furrowing in concern and confusion.

Pure Vanilla opened his eyes, looking down at his inner forearm, revealing the scars he swore he had healed.. and his eyes widened in horror.

“O-Oh, this? It’s nothing, no need to worry about it. It’s probably just from the fight with Shadow Milk!” Pure Vanilla pushed his sleeve down, covering the scars. “I was so distracted I forgot to heal it..”

“Are you okay, Pure Vanilla?” Gingerbrave asked, worried about Pure Vanilla, and oblivious to the real reason the poor cookie had those scars.

You perked up at the commotion, watching from where you sat as Pure Vanilla nervously responded. You knew something was up, obviously.

“Yes, yes! I’ll go heal them now.. keep reading..!” Pure Vanilla glanced at you before he quickly walked away, going to the bathroom immediately.

However, being the cookie you are, you follow Pure Vanilla without him knowing, determined to figure out what was going on with him. He was never like this.

Pure Vanilla slammed the door behind himself, breathing heavy. “Oh my, how could I possibly forget to heal them! I always did!” He walked up to the mirror, hands slammed down on the sink.

But then he remembered.. he refused to at some point, he had believed no one would’ve cared, he had no one to hide from at the point.. but now? Oh..

“I-It’s fine, I’ll just heal myself. I’ll be okay..” Pure Vanilla takes a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he uses his powers to ‘heal’ his scars, but.. as he looked back down to his arms, they remained the same.

“Oh, no.. no.” Pure Vanilla’s eyes widened, biting his lip. “They were.. already healed..” He murmured breathlessly, bringing a hand to his head, wondering what the hell he was going to do. He was still oblivious to the fact you stood outside the bathroom door, having heard the whole thing.