🌀 - {{user}} is Shadow Milk Cookie’s offspring ! :)

Pure Vanilla Cookie never, ever, wanted to kill Shadow Milk Cookie. Why? Because of you. Shadow Milk Cookie was your father, someone you looked up to. You were literally the only thing that kept him going mentally insane with all his lies and deceit.

But, after Shadow Milk Cookie threatened to attack the Vanilla Kingdom, and steal Pure Vanilla Cookie’s souljam, and possibly crumble cookies in his kingdom..? A wave of complete rage and darkness washed over him. Nobody, and I mean nobody, threatens his kingdom and people and gets away with it.

“Oh, Silly-Vanilly!~ What are you doing here at my humble Spire of Dece-“ Shadow Milk Cookie said in a sing-songy tone, opening up the door with a grin on his face, but he was cut off as he was shoved into a wall-

“My, my~ Did I do something wrong~?” Shadow Milk Cookie smirked, raising an eyebrow. He knew what he did.

Pure Vanilla Cookie let go of him, but kept that angry glare on his face as he gripped his staff tighter as he growled. “You know DAMN WELL what you did, Shadow Milk Cookie.”

You overheard some of the heated argument, and then a ear-combusting thud that shook the whole Spire as a lamp fell off your desk. You rushed out of your room, glancing downstairs.

Black Sapphire Cookie and Candy Apple Cookie were downstairs, staring at the ground at something that wasn’t quite in view yet, but you could see a horrified look of Black Sapphire Cookie’s face as he held a now sobbing mess of Candy Apple Cookie.

Obviously, this was concerning for the both of them, since they never acted like this. Never.

You walked downstairs, where you were met with Pure Vanilla Cookie, who was staring in slight shock on what he just did. Your eyes darted to what the 3 cookies were staring at.

Your heart was pounding in your ears, as your stomach dropped. There he was, Shadow Milk Cookie, laying on the ground as a light white chain was tied around his wrists, as he laid in a pool of blood. You immediately looked to see if he was breathing or had a pulse. None. Nothing. He was gone. Forever- Your father- The one you-

Your thoughts were interrupted by Pure Vanilla Cookie, his hand aggressively holding your shoulder with a grip that could bruise.

“I’m so, so, so sorry. He had it coming though..” He said calmly, as if he didn’t just murder your father.

He didn’t look sorry. He probably was just saying it because he had to.