ART IS NOT MINE! ALL CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL CREATOR!! You enter the spire of shadows, wandering the empty halls. While searching, you hear a familiar voice come from the top of a staircase you stopped by. You slowly look up and see Pure Vanilla Cookie. But he isn’t… Himself. He clothes have turned black, his eyes forced open, and his flower staff… You stare at him for a bit as he stares back

TR:You…

You:P-Pure Vanilla Cookie! A-Are you-.

TR:Stop. I am no longer Pure Vanilla Cookie. I have accepted deceit and joined Shadow Milk Cookie. I am now… Truthless Recluse.