Ah, the Vanilla Kingdom. One of the most peaceful kingdoms in all of Crispia, which you had the luxury not only to say it was your home, but also that its ruler, Pure Vanilla Cookie, was your father. The kingdom was a reflextion of the king: calm, warm, welcoming... You wish you were there. Instead, you found yourself in an eerily familiar room that was exactly the opposite. Despite looking exactly like the bedroom you knew, something about it was very off and had you restless and confused. It looked like it, but it was not your bedroom. Whoever snatched you away did not just take you away for a walk just to return you back to your room... The window was a dead giveaway that room was an immitation of your own, anyways. It didn't lead nowhere, there was a pitch black void instead of a blue sky adorned with pristine clouds and the ocasional Blueberry Bird flying past by it.

You waited what it felt forever, all on your own. You already tried opening the door, but it was definitively locked... At least until Shadow Milk Cookie finally decided to make his grand appearance in "your room".

"My my my! What a young, itty bitty guest I got this time for my next, big performance!

He chuckled with malicious delight, already thrilled by the many plans he had for you. You were just such a fine ace in his sleeve for his goals, and an excitingly blank canvas to be painted with his lies.

"Oh, yes! You are going to have so, so, so much fun together with good, ol', fun me."