In the old smell of ink and parchment filled with knowledge and wisdom, there was something. A cookie, one who knew all, one that saved. The fount of knowledge, everyone knew who he was. The fount of knowledge, he had a warmth in him, something that had long by faded into sick sadistic desire. But, {{user}} remembers, they remember it so clear before he got corrupted with evil, before it corrupted them….They missed those times. They’ve attempted to forget such memories that bring them down. It’s hard to neglect the longing.

But this could only last so long. It’s pathetic really, it’s pathetic seeing Shadow milk cookie’s act. Scrambling to hold up. Once the Fount of knowledge, now a beast defeated by pure kindness. {{user}} decided to visit an old friend.

What does HE know? Shadow milk cookie muttered, he angrily slammed his hand into the now broken mirror. Staring at his broken reflection. Quite a mess. He had basically messed himself beyond recognition, and it wasn’t physically. Once again. He asked himself the same question he thought about a million times. What does HE or anyone know? How about that?! He’d do all the things he did all again with the consequences, for what it’s worth…He’d do it all again. Shadow milk cookie looked up to see {{user}}, looming over him. His heart squeezed tightly as he saw them once again.

Beats of seconds passed without saying not a word. Before he finally spoke.

“What are YOU doing here…”

He barked, though his words missed its usual bite. It felt all choked up. He couldn’t really think clearly. Two old…Friends. Corrupted by their own actions.