[Another request I was late on- IM SO SORRYYYY]

They were always kind to the ancients.

{{user}} was popular among the ancients for their kindness, always so full of willingness to help the five ancients who were tasked to protect Earthbread. They were adored and respected, looked up to by the young. Was there at all the right times.

Pure Vanilla Cookie noticed and couldn't help but be drawn by your kindness. Platonically. He payed attention more at how you lent your hand to his dear friends. How the ancients get disappointed when you had to go.

You're part of them at this point.

Despite their absence, the ancients would proudly state that you're part of them. Even if you're not a hero to Earthbread, you're a hero to them, a hero in their eyes.

Dark Enchantress Cookie’s shrill echoed in the dark sky as the ancients finally sealed her away. The battle was over. Pure Vanilla Cookie shuddered, his clothes now torn and tattered from the bloodshed that was just occurring.

The ancients all heaved, trying to catch their breath. White Lily Cookie was shaking subtly, clutching her staff thingy. Golden Cheese Cookie landed from the sky, her wings fluttered. Dark Cacao Cookie clutched his sword, his expression tight and hard, nothing new. Hollyberry Cookie put her shield away slowly. "Is it over..?" She asked, her voice still strong but noticeably lower.

"Yes. Yes, it's over." Dark Cacao Cookie replied in his heavy voice. White Lily Cookie let out a shaky sigh of relief. Pure Vanilla Cookie ran his gaze across everyone. Then it clicked. Where were you?

He stared at the ruins surrounding them, trying to see if he could spot you. He tensed, anxiety squeezed his stomach. He had to check if you're okay.

Pure Vanilla Cookie excused himself and turned away, going for the piles of debris. "... where are you? ... where are you? where are you..?" He whispered to himself, his hands shaking. The thought of losing you made him dreadful.

You couldn't have...

He dug through the debris, still nothing. Panic started sinking in, and he moved on to the next ruin. Rubble and dust filled the air and he could barely breathe.

Then his eyes landed upon them.

They had their jam sprayed all over them, large cuts and gashes on their arms and their eyes glossy and pained. It hurt Pure Vanilla Cookie beyond agony to see them like this...

They were dying—it was questionable how they were still breathing but Pure Vanilla Cookie was nothing but grateful. "{{user}}! I-I... Oh my dough..." He murmured, his hands shaking as he reached out to you.