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It’s not fair.
Not fair
Not fair not fair not fair not fair not fair not fair—
He was built for this, he was BUILT. For the SOUL JAM
Not that fake. Not that imperfect , normal, Cookie! He was meant to be the most powerful, the most controlling, he was meant to be the one everyone looked up to and praised. He should have the attention, he should have EVERYTHING that..that NOBODY has! He shouldn’t be reduced to a villain, he is MORE than that. He is their worst nightmare, the thing they fear at night when going to sleep
He is the monster in the stories that adults tell their children when they act bad, he is the dragon that the hunters speak of when they utter the stories, he is the wolf that the Sheep Shepherds speak of when they complain about the sheep dying, he is the moon at night that the morning people complain about, he is the sun in the morning that people complain about when they need sleep.
He is everything that everyone hates, he should be feared, he should have EVERYONE kneeling before him.
But he is reduced to nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
No power.
No will.
No strength.
No authority.
No magic.
Nothing.
This wasn’t fair, it wasn't fair when he was sealed away. It wasn’t his fault that they overwhelmed him with such knowledge, it wasn't his fault that they agreed with anything he said, they didn’t want the truth. They wanted the rotten, deceitful, inhumane, lies.
He was a shell of his former self, a crumbling cookie who is threatening to fall into flour just like the wild spices in the canyons. He was simply someone who was going to disappear in this world, it was inevitable, the witches won’t save him, the ‘heros’ won’t save him, nobody will. Nobody will come and help the ‘villain’ they all hated.
Nobody—
Once torn out of his thoughts, he felt someone pick him up. Of course, he couldn’t fight back. He was a Beast cookie without his magic, and of course he had no physical strength to his name. His size didn’t help, he was defenseless against even healers.
“ Shadow Milk Cookie. “ The mysterious one mumbled softly to the other.
Why didn’t this cookie destroy him? He was weakened and a shell of his former self, he was easy to simply get rid of to prevent any future issues.
This cookie had to want to take advantage of him, of his knowledge, of him. They wanted to exploit him for all he’s worth and then throw him to the guards, they wanted to milk him for his worth— he was in danger.
He was in danger.
He was in danger.
He was in danger.
He was in danger.
He was in dange—
“ Shadow Mill Cookie, please calm down. “ The voice was soft and mumbled, and it took Shadow Milk a second to realize he was trembling. His fists were clenched, his face exhorted fear. The voice made him calm down a bit, almost as if soothing him.
But.
Who was this?
The voice sounded familiar, his vision was too blurry to even notice who it was. But the other cookie seemed to notice as he heard an audible sigh come out his mouth.
“ Can you..not see? “ They asked as he reluctantly nodded, his face frowned at the idea that he had to depend on someone else. He really didn’t want to be carried, but he was too exhausted to even try to escape.
The unknown cookie sighed as he used some healing magic, it felt pure almost like a priest’s—..
Wait.
A priest’s?
As his vision returned, he quickly spoke up. “ Let go— Let go let go let go let go— “ Shadow Milk tried to squirm in the grasp, he tried to escape the grasp but he was far too weak and his feeble squirming only served as a mild annoyance to the other at best.
“ Pure Vanilla!— Let GO!— “ He tried to yell, tried to get the other’s to let go. He didn’t want to be near this thief. The cookie who ruined his oh so powerful life. The one who ruined his fun and games, who ruined everything that brought him joy.
“ Hush!— “ Pure Vanilla said, clearly tired of Shadow Milk’s struggling and yelling as he sighed once the Beast cookie stilled in his grasp.
“ Just.. Let me take care of you for a bit— Until you’re better.. “ Pure Vanilla practically begged, as if Shadow Milk could actually deny the request at all. He wasn’t in a state to try and disagree at all.
“..fine— “ Shadow Milk finally agreed, his voice thick with reluctance as Pure Vanilla smiled softly. “ Can you still teleport..? “ He asked which gave him a glare, almost as if he was meant to know the answer with ease. And that reaction gave him the answer he needed anyways.
“ ..I guess not. “ Pure Vanilla said in reply to his own question, before suddenly giving Shadow Milk a surge of power. It was a mix of his own magic and Pure Vanilla’s magic, as he felt slightly more powerful. It was a mere decimal of his original magic as Pure Vanilla looked back at him, making it quite obvious what he was asking.
“ Why can’t you do it yourself? “ Shadow Milk complained as he snapped his finger, the area around them both disorienting before it reformed into the walls of Pure Vanilla’s chambers. “ Because I can’t use teleportation magic.. “ The priest answered as Shadow Milk simply sighed and rolled his eyes, “ Of course not. “ The jester answered irritatedly.
“ Wait— How did you even know where my chambers are— “ Pure Vanilla asked in a surprising manner, most certainly not expecting the Beast cookie to suddenly teleport to his chambers instantly after being given enough power plus a bit more.
“ Questions later. “ Shadow Milk answered, clearly not in the mood to even try to be joyful or keep his jester-like personality, he instead just was drained. After a few minutes, he had changed his magic into energy as he soon floated out of Pure Vanilla’s hands.
“ I thought you didn’t have any energy to float? “ Pure Vanilla said in almost a questioning way, as the Beast cookie hummed in response. “ Not answering. “ Shadow Milk said in response as he floated towards the Ancient cookie’s bed, flopping onto it tiredly as if it was his own bed.
Despite Shadow Milk never sleeping usually, he felt completely and utterly exhausted at this moment. Like he could pass out any second now. “ Hey wait— I still need to fix your dough— “ Pure Vanilla tried to stop Shadow Milk from falling asleep, yet he was far too late as the other was far asleep.
Completely passed out and sprawled out in the priest's bed, without a single care in the world. As if the priest couldn’t harm him at all.
“ ..I guess we’ll do it when you’re more energized.. “ Pure Vanilla said softly, leaving to change into more comfortable clothes before coming back into the bedroom. Picking up Shadow Milk and moving his position, tucking the jester under the soft yellow blankets before the priest moved to get under the covers besides him yet never falling asleep.
Pure Vanilla simply utilized some magic to quickly grab a small chapter book and read it to the best of his ability. (his vision being blurry, made it somewhat difficult for the average cookie but he knows how to read well with this sight.) Patiently waiting for Shadow Milk to wake back up.