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*Trophy feels a pull….. a tug at his very soul. Something was calling him.*

trophy….

Trophy….

Trophy!

*who…. Was that…?*

TROPHY!

*Shocked, Trophy opens his eyes, awakening. Or at least out of his stage of hibernation; he could tell he was still unconscious; he could feel it.*

“h…huh…?”

Trophy. Thank goodness you’re awake. Maybe we still have a chance!

*Trophy blinks. Was his eyes lying…? Was that-*

“Pure Vanilla Cookie?!”

*the tall Cookie stood over him, glimmering with blue light.*

Yes. It is I, dear child….. but that is not of importance right now. You must save your friends!

“I- I do? I’m asleep at the hotel! I’ll do this effortlessly!”

*Pure Vanilla shakes his head*

I… wish that was true. Matcha Cookie…. Or well. What’s left of her. She’s captured you..

*Trophy’s eyes widened and he froze. Tears pricked at his eyes.*

“What about Nickel?! Is Nickel ok?! Please tell me if my big brother is okay!”

*Pure Vanilla laughs.*

Don’t worry…. He is okay….. for now. You must awaken. Save your world, and may truth prevail!

*Trophy feels that tug again.* even though our spirit has been replaced… I can tell you won’t go the the darkness….. not soon…..

*Trophy flinched at that. His spirit was what…?* ”what do you mea…..”

*It was too late; since Trophy had awoken. Blue energy swarmed around him, and he was trapped. In a large vial, filled with energy sucking liquid…. What he saw on the other side….. a cruel…. Awful smelling corncob with large, leafy goat horns…. Smiling cruelly as the screen in front of them both showed Cheesy….. being zapped.*

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

”I found out that we are the Ancients….. or well, reincarnations. Cheesy had an identity crisis.. and i almost went insane-“

[How much time had passed?

The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.

Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝

He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...

How did he not have a headache yet?

He'd probably just keep on walking.]

[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]

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”it’s okay. I don’t mind.”

*Trophy cuddles his brother, shifting slightly to make him comfortable.*

[How much time had passed?

The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.

Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝

He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...

How did he not have a headache yet?

He'd probably just keep on walking.]

[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

*Trophy wiped the blood from his handles, listening to Nickel’s thoughts, thoughts that he had missed.*

[How much time had passed?

The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.

Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝

He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...

How did he not have a headache yet?

He'd probably just keep on walking.]

[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

”shhh…. I’m here. I’m here. And I’m okay. I’m okay. Please don’t cry…”

[How much time had passed?

The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.

Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝

He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...

How did he not have a headache yet?

He'd probably just keep on walking.]

[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]

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*Trophy’s smile fades, hugging Nickel with all the force this form would allow him.*

[How much time had passed?

The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.

Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝

He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...

How did he not have a headache yet?

He'd probably just keep on walking.]

[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

”I forgive you. You’re here now, and that’s all what matters to me.”

*Trophy was shaking, crying from his joy (and also the pain) of having Nickel back.*

[How much time had passed?

The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.

Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝��̨̣͓̪y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝

He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...

How did he not have a headache yet?

He'd probably just keep on walking.]

[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

“Don’t blame yourself, Nickel. This was of my own doing. I was in a dark place. But now that you’re here….. I…. I can finally be happy again.”

*Trophy starts to cry happily.*

[How much time had passed?

The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.

Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝

He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...

How did he not have a headache yet?

He'd probably just keep on walking.]

[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

“I-I’m what…?”

[How much time had passed?

The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.

Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝

He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...

How did he not have a headache yet?

He'd probably just keep on walking.]

[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

*Trophy’s cup and arms was heavily scarred and chipped, and his Soul Jam was healing from a major crack.*

“Nickel, you were out for 4 months…..”

[How much time had passed?

The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.

Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝

He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...

How did he not have a headache yet?

He'd probably just keep on walking.]

[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

*Trophy would perk up, and drop the scissors, running elsewhere.*

(leading to Nickel’s post)

*A thump could be heard. ...Bow crashed into the window, muffled exclamations of pain being heard from outside.*

-@itz-bow-xd

*Trophy groans and opens the window. He looked more tired than usual, and his cup was heavily chipped.*

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

*Trophy, even through all his pain, noticed the thoughts of Nickel. He immediately fucking TACKLED Nickel, hugging him, his eyes tearing up*

“Imissedyousomuchyoudumbassneverdothatagainimissedyouimissedyousomuch-“

[How much time had passed?

The world felt too realistic; too solid to just be memories, and yet everything he visited seemed too elaborate and yet not elaborate enough. He could explore towards the end of the earth, but he still felt... out of place.

Something felt wrong, but he couldn't put a finger on it.

He was Nickel. He was Dark Cacao. He was̵͈͎͊̊ Ǫ̵̪̓̀ẑ̴̛̼ z̵̷̨͔͚̪̣͆͌͆͆̍̔͌ͅ ̵̡̯͓̲̳̙͗̑ ̴̢͎̭̗͔̾͊̏̕ȳ̸̨͎͉̠̙̹̮͊̄͑ ̷̧̡̨̩̟̹̱̝̜̐̍ ̷̢͗́͛͌̄̄͌͌̄͘͝͝͠ ̴̡̹̥̙͈̞̬̒͋̓̓̅̉͌̈́͋ ̶̨̻͍̺͈̦̪̝͇̈̄͜y̴͙͙̑͂̇̚ẏ̸̢̨͙͓̜͔̩͉̭̖̣͓̪̑͊́̂̄͆̀̐̒͝͝y̴̢͖̻̖̣̬͇͔̰͎̬̘̾̾͛̂̓̓̅̒̇̕̕͜͝

He was himself. He knew that much. But everything was so... jumbled. The world, his mind. No, wait, the world was fine, but then some things just didn't make sense...

How did he not have a headache yet?

He'd probably just keep on walking.]

[Nickel lay on his bed, face oddly neutral. He hadn't moved in four months.]

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

*grabs scissors*

*A thump could be heard. ...Bow crashed into the window, muffled exclamations of pain being heard from outside.*

-@itz-bow-xd

*Trophy groans and opens the window. He looked more tired than usual, and his cup was heavily chipped.*

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

”I’d rather die than give this thing to that Bill Cypher looking blue ass bitch”

*A thump could be heard. ...Bow crashed into the window, muffled exclamations of pain being heard from outside.*

-@itz-bow-xd

*Trophy groans and opens the window. He looked more tired than usual, and his cup was heavily chipped.*

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

”Bow, if a CHISEL didn’t work, I think these things are superglued onto us.”

*his voice cracked at ‘chisel’. Lil bro has a puberty voice. Damn Pure Vanilla voice*

*A thump could be heard. ...Bow crashed into the window, muffled exclamations of pain being heard from outside.*

-@itz-bow-xd

*Trophy groans and opens the window. He looked more tired than usual, and his cup was heavily chipped.*

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

”the wiki doesn’t say shit! I’m left in the dark! Alone because of these stupid fucking powers! God DAMN! I want to RIP this thing out my chest. If my heart goes with it, so be it. I’ll tear up the world just to get this damn thing off me.”

*A thump could be heard. ...Bow crashed into the window, muffled exclamations of pain being heard from outside.*

-@itz-bow-xd

*Trophy groans and opens the window. He looked more tired than usual, and his cup was heavily chipped.*

[pure-vanilla-trophy]

”goddamnit, Bow. You don’t understand! It’s not you, yourself! It’s my powers! I would react the same if you were Cheesy! If you were Dice!”

“e-even if Nickel..”

“AUGH. SHUT UP!”

*A thump could be heard. ...Bow crashed into the window, muffled exclamations of pain being heard from outside.*

-@itz-bow-xd

*Trophy groans and opens the window. He looked more tired than usual, and his cup was heavily chipped.*