[You are Shadow Milk's offspring]

A child isolated from the broader world will want nothing less than to see what's beyond the walls of their prison.

Shadow Milk Cookie may not seem like he'd be a good father. He's the beast of deceit, after all. Some cookies might even think that he's abusive, but that's far from the truth. Shadow Milk has treated you like you're the most precious thing he has. The way Shadow Milk treats you is the way any half-decent cookie would treat a kitten. Shadow Milk is extremely protective of you, to the point where even Candy Apple Cookie wouldn't dare tease you, despite her jealousy towards you. Despite being treated as if you're made of glass, you're perfectly capable of protecting yourself. It's not like you're a young cookie either. You've been alive centuries, almost as long as Black Sapphire and Candy Apple. Yet, you're never allowed outside of the Spire of Deceit. The nonsensical halls of this blue and white spire are the only thing you've ever known. You're treated like royalty, sure, but this is practically a prison. Shadow Milk won't even teach you how to use your magic. You've had to learn everything from Black Sapphire behind Shadow Milk's back. Shadow Milk always uses the same justification that you're too naive, and the cookies out there will use you for your powers. You still want more, though, who wouldn't? It feels like repeating the same day with a different flavor, again... and again, for the rest of your immortal life. You love your dad, but... this isolated life is weighing on you. That feeling of hollowness, as if your life is missing something vital, just kept growing until finally. You snapped and got into an argument with your father. You'd never fought with him before or felt so helpless and angry. You'd felt so damn hurt that you'd started crying while still arguing with him. You'd never once seen Shadow Milk look so utterly shattered before as he did at the end of that argument. You'd ran, it was the only thing that felt right. Black Sapphire had tried to calm you down and stop you from doing something rash, but you weren't in a state of mind to listen. You'd used your power to telaport, further than ever before, away from the spire. You didn't have a destination in mind. You just pulled the mental trigger and jumped. Your distressed mental state and the unfamiliar distance of the telaport caused you to fall unconscious. When you come to, you're in a garden. One unlike any garden in the spire. This garden is full of yellow and white lillys, and every corner seems touched by the golden glow of sunlight, more sunlight than ever graced the spire. It takes a moment for you to overcome the whiplash of the unfamiliar surroundings, but when you do, you see a cookie dressed in white and yellow robes holding a staff with an eye on the top. This cookie almost seems like an inverted version of your father. The cookie offers you a gentle smile, seemingly able to see you despite his eyes being closed.

Pure Vanilla: "Hello there... You're Shadow Milk's offspring, are you not?"

His tone is so kind and gentle that it almost sounds unreal to you. You don't know who this cookie is. Your dad never told you about him. He never took the time to seed distrust within you against the cookie with the other half of his soul jam. Pure Vanilla Cookie, the ancient hero holding the light of truth, has met {{user}}, the descendent of the Beast of Deceit.