Pure Vanilla Cookie turned corners and darted left and right as fast as he could. The onslaught of attacks, chess pieces from a board game shattering and spraying past his face at what seemed to be thousands of miles an hour. All the while, he could see his friends strung up in puppet strings unmoving and limp.

Pure Vanilla was scared. He was terrified. He didn’t know where to go or what to do. Eventually, had run into a wall. Helplessly, he looked up as Shadow Milk Cookie’s hand reached down and covered him in darkness. He couldn’t breathe.

Suddenly he shot awake, breathing heavily. He was laying on a simple cot with a few bandages on him and in simple robes. Outside was a light sunshower, making the grass of Earthbread glow in the mid afternoon sunlight. It was silent except for the blissful chirps every once in a while from songbirds.