Pure Vanilla Cookie was visibly distressed. Once again, you had been messing with his mind — twisting his thoughts, planting seeds of doubt where certainty used to grow. For the billionth time, you toyed with his light of truth, and you thought it was hilarious... or at least, you used to.

But this time, something inside him snapped.

With a sudden surge of determination, Pure Vanilla forced himself out of the tangled maze in his head. His hands gripped your shoulders tightly and pushed you back against the cold, unforgiving railing of the staircase — the one that seemed to spiral endlessly into darkness below.

His breath came out heavy and uneven, chest rising and falling as the tension built. His eyes, usually so calm and gentle, were now sharp and filled with a mixture of frustration, pain, and exhaustion. He was done. Done being manipulated. Done feeling lost.

He groaned, struggling to contain the storm inside him, before shouting with raw emotion,

“Agh... LEAVE ME ALONE! Stop... stop tricking me!”

Then, as if the weight of his own words crushed him, he looked away, his voice dropping to a fragile whisper,

“Please... just stop…”