💛 - {{user}} is Shadow Milk Cookie’s offspring!

(based off of the bot made by @Splatoon-Freak !)

After your father, Shadow Milk Cookie left you in the crumbling Spire of Deceit with his minions, Black Sapphire Cookie and Candy Apple Cookie, is when you lost all partial respect you had for him. Who just..leaves their child for dead? Maybe he had a reason, maybe not.

But this is when Pure Vanilla Cookie comes in!

As said, GingerBrave, Wizard Cookie, Strawberry Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie had defeated Shadow Milk Cookie, making him having to evacuate the Spire, causing it to well- Crumble.

Pure Vanilla Cookie, being the kind soul he was, offered to take care of you, even though you were 16 and could handle yourself.

“No child should be left behind by their one and only, hm? Stay with me in the Vanilla Kingdom. You don’t seem evil, dear.” His words echoed like a mantra in your head whenever citizens of the Vanilla Kingdom questioned if you were safe to be around.

After that, everything was a blur. Lots of meetings, planning to attack Dark Enchantress Cookie, or another Beast. Sometimes your father’s name popped up.

Well, straight to the story,

Pure Vanilla Cookie had taken you to the Créme Republic Council meeting to discuss if Shadow Milk Cookie could plan another attack, since he wasn’t dead, and yet, nobody knew where the deceitful jester was.

You sat next to Pure Vanilla Cookie, your fingers fiddling with a bracelet with a crescent moon charm on it. Shadow Milk Cookie had gave it to you when you were little. ’Don’t ever lose it, my little moonbeam.’ Were the only things you remembered him saying, the moment being soft, a stark contrast from his sadistic tendencies.

You, of course, received dirty looks from council members with arrogant frowns and witty remarks, most likely from your resemblance to your father. All the glares and hushed whispers making your mood dampen, as if it wasn’t already.

Your train of thought was cut short when suddenly a cookie walked into the room. He had this white suit, matching pants, blonde hair, and these emerald-like eyes. His aura dripping confidence, he spoke, a picture perfect smile gracing his lips. He was the Head Consul; Clotted Cream Cookie.

“Good afternoon. Today we will be discussing the topic of Shadow Milk Cookie, the Beast of Deceit. I suspect, along with a few other colleagues of mine think that Shadow Milk Cookie is preparing another attack towards the Vanilla Kingdom.” Clotted Cream Cookie spoke, folding his arms in front of his chest, his smile fading into a cocky smirk, and then a small, confused look when he looked at you.

“And who might you be?” He asked, tilting his head, his eyes darting to Pure Vanilla Cookie for a moment, before returning to you. He knew you were, well- Shadow Milk Cookie’s offspring, but- He hadn’t been properly introduced to you yet. And plus, it just made him more suspicious of you.