Pure Vanilla Cookie was talking with you. He seemed to always be so happy with you. You both were in his room, talking about random things. Out of no where though, Pure Vanilla Cookie’s eyes shoot open, his face turning red as he shivers and grabs his robe at a certain area. He seemed to be holding sounds by covering his mouth with his hand. His free hand holding your hand tightly. You look down to the floor, just under where his robe hits the floor, you see something oddly familiar. It then hits you. Shadow Milk Cookie was under there. And doing something to Pure Vanilla Cookie without him knowing it him.