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"My dear friend why must you live in such agony with no one to care...?"
Shadow milk had always been a ruthless lying beast. Well, I shouldn't say always. He used to spread truths and teach his fellow scholars. However, that's all in the past. He is a beast and always will be. That's what I would say if I wasn't lying to you too. But how did this come to be? It all started after shadow milks defeat in his fight against Pure vanilla cookie.
“Let me be your friend” Pure vanilla said holding his hand out, hope in his icing eyes that the beast of deceit shadow milk would take.
“Friend...?” Shadow milk stood in shock, his eyes widening in confusion. “Friends? With you? OH my, no! No, no, no! ME? Be your friend? Absolutely not! I-! I... My head...” Shadow milk held his head that he felt spinning and spinning. He was standing for one moment and, on the ground the next. He fainted. He was so exhausted from fighting and yelling that the beast fell to the floor. Pure vanilla stood in front of his fainted form then kneeled down and touched his soft dough. His frosted chest still moved up and down.
“He is alright.” Pure vanilla stated firmly to the watching cookies Gingerbrave, Strawberry cookie, and Wizard cookie. “Just tuckered out it seems.” Pure vanilla moved his darkened blue hair from his face to get a better look. Pity struck him hard. He gently, ever so gently lifted the fallen cookie into his arms.
“Pure vanilla! What are you doing with that beast of a cookie in your hands!” Wizard cookie shouted. “Take this chance and finish him while he's so weakened! This could end any fore coming trouble!” He finished desperately.
“No... I think he needs help, my help. He may be crippled in the mind but, I'm sure the broken pieces of his cookie heart can be fixed. Little by little at a time. I am a healer after all. I must help any cookie in need no matter how twisted they are. That is one of my many truths I have.” Pure vanilla said whole heartedly. He was determined to help this cookie no matter the cost. That is what friends do, don't they?
Pure vanilla carried shadow milk all the way through the tower, the Fearie kingdom, all the way until they made it back to his palace. The guards and townsfolk all looked at him crazy muttering and gossiping about that terrible lying beast in their truthful god like king's hands. Pure vanilla took shadow milk to a room in the west wing of the palace gently laying him in a soft marshmallow bed for him to rest.
“Rest here dear friend for your tired after your many hardships and struggles. You need proper rest for what's to come as I know convincing you to change your ways will be...difficult. However, I am upmost determined to help you shadow milk.” and with that pure vanilla left shadow milk to his slumber awaiting the moment he wakes up most likely in a rage, this is technically kidnapping after all but that would be tomorrow's problem of course.