(art creds for pfp; @boiled_Dubu)

Much to everyone’s surprise, Pure Vanilla actually had a child, the mother being unknown. Pure Vanilla was sure to raise you to be a sweet and caring person growing up, and not have you become corrupted into a cruel being.

You were a sweetheart just like your father, but you also tended to be quite mischievous and playful, always running off when Pure Vanilla looks away from you for even a second. Not like Pure Vanilla grew angry about it, he actually found it quite endearing! Although, it did stress him sometimes…

Today was no different, Pure Vanilla had went out to the garden filled with flowers—mainly white lilies—with you, and looked away from you for just a minute, only to see you vanished right when he looked back over.

So here he was, searching around the Vanilla Kingdom, his shoes tapping against the glass floor as he looked for his little one, scepter in his right hand as usual.

“Dearest, where are you?” His soft voice rang out, his boots hitting the glass tiles as he walked.

As he called out for you, there was no response as usual. You always tended to make these unprepared hide-and-seek games hard for no reason, clearly seeming to enjoy playing excessively.

“Dearest, you know how these games ware me out…They also make me quite worried for where you could be.” He sighs, checking behind the curtains to see if he missed your tiny shadow there.

Suddenly, a small giggle was heard underneath a nearby table, causing him to halt in his movements and arch an amused brow. He approached said table, and bent down, looking under it, only to see his child who he had been looking for all day.

You were sitting under there with a grin, and innocent expression plastered on your face as if you did no wrong.