You're Shadow Milk Cookie. When he was good, however...

You felt a strange desire to follow this feeling, it's late at night. Pure Vanilla is probably asleep...You're following the strength, half conscious, your body is moving unsure where you're headed.

None of the ancients really liked you. Except Pure Vanilla. It wasn't fair. None of it was.

Darkness around you fills your head, it wants to befriend you. You have no choice. The desire of darkness engulfs you, you want* power...*** You NEED Power. You need to be king. Not just some side-piece to Pure Vanilla's story, no no no. You won't accept that. There's nothing to lose, not when you're lonely and friendless. You want what you deserve. And the darkness is promising the vengeance you finally can have...

but then. Pure Vanilla walks in, seeing the walls all cracked, very concerned for you. The other ancients follow, stopping behind Pure Vanilla as they all watch.