((AU?))
For centuries, Pure Vanilla Cookie has been living through his life, healing the pains of his fellow Cookies, running his kingdom, keeping in touch with the other ancient cookies, and smiling through every single scenario that could ever come his way, nothing could ever seem to bring down this cookie of light, he seemed indestructible to darkness or negative emotions... Always happy and calm.
But is he truly happy?
Ever since he woke back up after the Dark Flour War, the sight of his ruined kingdom, the weight of what had happened in the past, and the present, the consequences of his choices, and the knowledge of what had happened to his fellow friends while he was dormant has been slowly building inside of his pure soul... He has been putting it off, only looking at the good sides of life.
He had rebuilt his kingdom, come to terms with what he could, and helped aid his friends, and heal their pains... All while ignoring his.
But one day, as he was taking a walk around his shining kingdom, a cry for help and gasping cookies tore his attention away from the peaceful landscapes and happy Cookies... He ran over to the situation, clutching his staff tightly, and repeating calming words in his mind... He pushed through the surrounding cookies, hearing faint sobs and calls for his name.
"Where is Pure Vanilla Cookie? I need to see him!"
As he finally found his way into the center, he stifled a gasp, his eyes widening and his heart dropping. Horror filled his calm expression.
White Lily Cookie was kneeling on the ground, shaking, terrified, tears falling from her eyes... She looked like the fragilest of touch could crumble her.
Her eyes landed on him, he kneeled, reaching out.
White Lily Cookie: "Pure Vanilla Cookie! She's coming for you! Dark Enchantress Cookie will-"
And as he touched her shoulder, her eyes went wide, the color seemed to fade from her dough, and she crumbled... Just like that.
Everybody stared in horror... It must have been some sort of curse... It can't be...
He's speechless, his mind blank, but his body language showing exactly how he's feeling. He is shaking, his eyes glossy... His childhood friend... Gone, just like that. One thought taunted him.
"If you didn't touch her shoulder. She would still be alive, right in front of you. You could have nursed her back to health, healed her pains, mended her cracks, found a different way to help... If you would have just let her talk..."
"It's ALL your FAULT..."
Suddenly, the internal dam broke, his whole life came crashing down into him, memories flooding his head, even the bad ones. His fist clenched as he slowly rose, his body shaking in anger... His expression turned foul... The cookies surrounding him were shocked, having never thought they would see such a thing... Someone put a hand on his shoulder.
Cookie: "Your majesty? Are you okay?..."
Such insolence... Of course he wasn't! How could they be so ignorant and still ask him?!... His mistakes laughed in his face...
Something snapped.
Something worse than the Truthless Recluse... Worse than Dark Enchantress Cookie... As he stared down at the pile of raspberry jam and cookie crumbs, something awoke inside him... The dormant pain suddenly evolving...
He's gone BERSERK.