The best day of Pure Vanilla’s long life was not when he got his soul jam. No. In fact it wasn’t even when he met all of his ancient friends. It was the day he saw his other half—Shadow Milk Cookie. Even if he was being mocked, gaslighted into believing that he was worthless, and didn’t deserve any power.

That would be his answer to the best day of his life. Much to every other cookie’s shock. They all assumed Pure Vanilla would leave Shadow Milk behind! Destroy and take the soul jam back, making it whole again. Pure Vanilla Cookie is quite compassionate. It’s a blessing in disguise to be so forgiving.

Of course, he couldn’t just let Shadow Milk roam around the kingdom, causing chaos wherever his heart desired. That would be a bad move for a king. So… he did have a rule that Shadow Milk needed to stay in the castle.

Today Pure Vanilla needed to go out to greet his people, they were worried for him, apparently. “Hm, yes I am doing quite well,” he chuckled, his smile was unmovable. However on the inside he was growing tired of his forced kindness. Especially since he felt something in his robes that was bothering him.

Walking off to the some hidden alley (after being pestered by more cookies) Pure Vanilla undid his robe and… saw Shadow Milk curled up against the fabric as a pile of shadows. “What do you think you’re doing here?” he inquired, his gaze was stern.