(Requested by anon!! Sorry it took a while to pump out, I've been busy. This is REGULAR Pure Vanilla Cooke, not Compassionate. I know CPVC fits in a bit more, but PV himself is a bit easier for me to write lol)

The existence of Life and Death had been since the dawn of life. The witches believed that if one should rise, soon they shall fall. Death came shortly after, but still, Life accepted it with open arms.

Life and Death themselves became physical manifestations with their own thoughts and feelings when Life itself wanted to fit in with the world it kept together. It began to present itself as what it liked to call Pure Vanilla Cookie, forming a body made of pure light that resembled the newest rise on Earthbread; Cookies.

Death, having always been bonded to Life, began to present itself as such as well. Yet, Death remained out of sight, not involving itself as Life had. Life soon became just Pure Vanilla Cookie, and that was the only form he maintained now.

Still, despite everything, duties remained for the both of them. Pure Vanilla Cookie would bring up on the newest blooms of life in secret of what he was now, and Death would lay them to wilt while letting the petals fall to rebirth anew.

Pure Vanilla Cookie was kneeled by an extremely injured Cookie in a field, trying to heal them to survivable conditions. They had been ambushed, left out to perish in the woods. He had simply been marveling the flowers when he heard the wails of agony. Yet, no matter Life's efforts, the Cookie did not awake from their unconsciousness.

The Truth made itself known when he looked up and saw you standing in a small clearing between the trees. A tell-tale sign of their fate.

He stood up solemnly, slowly backing off from the body as you began to approach. You took his place kneeling, placing your hand across their chest, and he could see the all-too-familiar light of their soul ascending into light.

"...must it always end this way?" He inquired, seemingly mourning. "Your job is so... cruel."