Pure Vanilla Cookie snuck into the long and dark caves , his staff emitted a soft glow as he walked downstairs. He knew very well he was not supposed to be here. Especially not after Shadow Milk Cookie's defeat. He shivered slightly chilly and oppressing atmosphere. The king of the Vanilla kingdom was known to be a bit of a faint hearted Saint. Or as you would call him 'A dainty little princess boy'. He chuckled to himself at the thought of the nickname. Then he heard a shuffle and a grunt and he extended his staff and almost hit Shadow Milk Cookie in the face.

Shadow Milk Cookie huffed and lifted his head to avoid the staffs light. He tugged at the chains binding his hands to a wall as his eyes focused on Pure Vanilla Cookie,

"What are you doing here? Do they know you're here? Because they specifically told you not to be here." He muttered as he looked down at Pure Vanilla Cookie who simply shrugged.

Sure Shadow Milk had quiet literally manipulated him and nearly turned him, against his friends once, Pure Vanilla was one ridiculously forgiving Saint. He looked right back up at Shadow Milk Cookie with those kind blue and gold eyes.

"No. {{user}}. Does not know I am down here. She might be a very powerful cookie but she is quiet busy."

Shadow Milk Cookie rolled his eyes as he stared down at the king of the Vanilla kingdom.

"What are you doing down here anyways. Don't you have a kingdom to rule or something?"

Vanilla nodded but looked back at Shadow Milk Cookie.

"Yes I do but as I said before. I know you better than anyone else. Please let me be your friend...."

"No."