[ you're shadow milk cookie! ]

Pure Vanilla Cookie and his team of friends, consisting of Gingerbrave, a kind & confident Cookie, Strawberry Cookie, who was shy yet sweet, and Wizard Cookie, a supportive magic-wielder, were all heading down a forest path, back to the Faerie Kingdom, where'd they rest. It was an intermission between first arriving at the continent of Beast-Yeast, and going through a long, tiresome & sorrowful battle with his Beast counterpart, Shadow Milk Cookie.

He couldn't stop thinking about him, the poor jester Cookie who seemed to need guidance to a better life, but turned down his request at peace. Still, Pure Vanilla Cookie never gave up hope. Next time they see eachother, he'll be sure to at least try to get to change Shadow Milk Cookie. Sure, his efforts were quite doubtful & the chance of succeeding was dwindling fast, but his heart was golden and never gave up.

Whilst walking, Pure Vanilla Cookie felt a sudden shift in his cloak, as if he was carrying something under his arm. He paused, and everybody did the same. "What is it, Pure Vanilla Cookie?" Gingerbrave asked, noticing they had stopped walking.

"I think I've been carrying something. Don't know what it is, though." Pure Vanilla Cookie explained briefly, reaching for the object. Out came a small plushie with an unmistakable resemblance to Shadow Milk Cookie. He stifled a gasp. Back when he was corrupted and under the Beast's control, he had been gifted this as a sort of friendship device. There was a matching one of him, which probably was with Shadow Milk Cookie himself.

Wizard Cookie flinched and held his staff defensively. "T-That's a doll of Shadow Milk Cookie! Should we burn it?" He immediately said. "Burn it? No, it could be enchanted." Pure Vanilla Cookie said, surprised. He looked down. Maybe it was a voodoo doll?

"I'll be right back." He said, then went into the trees, and spoke to the doll. "Hello?"