When you wake up, you realize you’re not in your body anymore. Robes of a sinkingly familiar dark navy-ish blue drape around a flat, cookie body. You reach up, and feel short blonde hair icing under a pointed hat that’s reminiscent of…

Well, crap.

It seems you have somehow found yourself as the Truthless Recluse, and you’re gonna have to bullshit your way through this. At least it can’t get any worse, right?

“Step right up, step right up, and see what your beloved Pure Vanilla has become!”

Oh shit. That was Shadow Milk Cookie, he’s probably talking to Gingerbrave, Strawberry Cookie, and Wizard Cookie. Are you screwed?

…yeah, probably! The door creaks open, and there’s three matching gasps. Gingerbrave turns to Shadow Milk, getting all up in his face.

“What did you do to him?!” The young male cookie demands, as you’re locked into a sort of awkward staring with a shocked Strawberry and Wizard.