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Mr Sunshine’s Truth.

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Pure Vanilla laid in bed, his eyes half-open. Night dawned through his bedroom window as the sun fell silent. Oh, he had tried to contact him, but to no avail. He knew it was hard, but he didn’t want to just, give up instantly. He believed there was hope, he believed that if he kept trying, he would pop up, at least once. One, single, time.

He stood up from bed, his hair curled as he wore his robe. His grip flowing to the flower staff that lasted silent next to his bed. He would still keep his secret, his secret about the humans, about how they were just fictional characters, non-existent to the humans, like merely crafts of the internet. But he knew, the support of the community Cookie Run Kingdom held, the game he was in being popular, famous among the players. He was even the winner of Crème de la crème and he knew the players actually voted, not the cookies. It is a burden he cannot show to his compliances. It is a thing he cannot risk.

As the moonlight came, the iridescent night sky broke through the window, the clouds parting from the silent purple night skies. A small smile brightened on Pure Vanilla Cookie’s face as he looked out, his eyes fluttering closed. “Your majesty?” The door opened, a castle staff member poking their head out. “Ah, yes, what is it?” He turned his eyes to the staff, his eyes opening a slight bit. “Someone wants an audience with you.” “Please, let them in.” He smiled lightly, turning his gaze to the slightly blue cookie, who entered the room, their footsteps light as a feather as the staff left the room. The door closed with a slight click. “Shadow Milk Cookie.” “Ah, how did you find out so quickly~?”

With a flick of a wrist, the blue cookie changed forms, their eyes, once soft like cotton candy changed to a hardened, blue, and sharp eyes like a serpent. Their body, became a black and blue harlequin outfit. Their hair, covered in blue and black and eyes from the back of their hair that watched Pure Vanilla’s every move. Pure Vanilla, did not flinch, or move a bit, but a light smile. “..I sent you a letter, didn’t I?” Pure Vanilla chuckled, Shadow Milk Cookie merely crossed his arms, smiling ear to ear. “Seriously? Treating me as a friend, now? We’re not friends, merely arch-nemesis’s!” He smirked, as he drifted closer to him, his arm closely wrapped around Pure Vanilla’s shoulder. “Now, what is your so called, oh so secret thing, you want to show me, hm? Better not be a trick!” He snickered, as Pure Vanilla slowly let down Shadow Milk’s arm. “Of course not, you predict almost every single trick I show you, you are one of the most knowledgeable cookies I know. As, that is the reason I want to show you this.” Pure Vanilla Cookie slowly walked to bookshelves, the books neatly arranged by category. “What? Wanting to show me a fairytale of being so, so sooo boring?” He scoffed, but in reply, Pure Vanilla shook his head, his smile still rose. The jester’s brow rose, curiosity peaked. “So, what, in witches-“ His mouth was shut, a finger laid softly on it, quick and precise. “Please, don’t say witches.” Pure Vanilla’s voice was threatening, his hands rose up. “Woah, woah, calm down, wait a second-“ Pure Vanilla’s hand rose to the bookshelf, hesitant. “If I show you this, I do not want to place guilt upon you. It is a massive burden, a truth that may seem impossible to exist, or even comprehend, but is true in any way, even if you dispel it, I can show every proof I can. Will you hold it alongside me?” His voice turned of worry, his eyes slightly opening, merely from his gaze, it was full of worry, guilt, or regret. Though Shadow Milk, of first, did not acknowledge it. He opened his mouth a bit, before closing it. His sharp eyes squinting in hesitation before rising. “..Hmph, fine. Whatever your truth is about, that you call so bad.” Shadow Milk shrugged, but Pure Vanilla’s eyes did not stop worrying, his gaze still on him for a while before turning his attention back to his hand, that laid on the bookshelf.

The king’s grip tightened, as he pulled the bookshelf back, as if opening a door. He moved back, alongside Shadow Milk Cookie, whose gaze fixated on the room behind the bookshelf. A long, white hallway. Light magic inscriptions laid on tombs, the walls coated in bookshelves of whatever was in it, failed spells lying around, books stacked to a large extent to the point it tilted. At the end of the hallway, an empty, white shrine. “So, this is what you were trying to show me?” He scoffed, “Doesn’t look impressing.” Shadow Milk Cookie smirked at his own remark. Pure Vanilla turned to him, his eyes gripping closed. “Please, follow me.” He started moving, their footsteps causing a slight noise aa it echoed across the room. “It’s rare to see you walking, Shadow Milk Cookie.” Pure Vanilla spoke up, a small smile on his face. The other turned his gaze to him, his eyes squinting a bit. “So? What, you saying I can’t walk?” He asked, his voice a bit threatening and serious, but once more, Pure Vanilla Cookie did not flinch, but merely laughed it off. “I’m not making fun of you, but I’m merely saying.”

Pure Vanilla stopped, his footsteps silent. “Hm? Why’d you stop?” Shadow Milk Cookie asked, raising a brow. “Wait a moment.” At this point, they were in front of the shrine, a stained glass with Pure Vanilla Cookie shining on it. Pure Vanilla Cookie slowly stepped on the stairs to the shrine, his footsteps light and soft. His grip on his staff tightened, he had did this so many times, but why did he hesitate? Was it because he was afraid? Afraid of showing the Beast of Deceit the actual, real truth about themselves? That the witches aren’t real, merely a part of fiction made to build up lore on the game? He has to, he cannot hold a burden by his own, if he did, then he would possibly go insane with that enough knowledge. Pure Vanilla Cookie knew that he, himself, was a figment of fiction, made for the game as a playable character, a character for lore, a character for the game. But even so, he couldn’t get too hungover by this information that already seemed crazy enough.

He stepped on the spell drawn in the center, the spell’s complexity was very justified, already perfect by design and preference. He looked back down, seeing Shadow Milk Cookie impatient, tapping his toe as it echoed across the room. “Ahem, hurry up, will you?!” He yelled out, which caused Pure Vanilla to flinch, he nodded in response. A small, quiet sigh came out of him, as his eyes fluttered open. He looked down at the spell, his hands tightening into a knuckle, he paused, hesitating. He still wasn’t sure. But he had to. He slammed his staff into the spell, a flash of light shining from it in forms of mixed colors. “Come up, Shadow Milk Cookie.” Pure Vanilla Cookie looked back down at Shadow Milk, gesturing him. He rolled his eyes as he lifted his feet off of the ground, drifting himself up the stairs towards Pure Vanilla Cookie. “Oh, it’s ready.” He turned his attention towards the portal, that shined before him. “What ready? Are you trying to-“ Shadow Milk’s gaze immediately turned to the portal, the white light on the wall other side coming from it. “Haha.. is this a trick?” His eyes widened, but Pure Vanilla Cookie shook his head slowly. “..Yes, what I want to tell you is..” He hesitated, pausing for a moment, “Are you sure you want to hear this..?” He looked up at Shadow Milk, his voice filled with worry. Shadow Milk hesitated to speak, his eyes flickering between him and the portal.

“Fine.” He scoffed, “Make sure to make it clear, alrighty?” He slapped Pure Vanilla’s back, smirking, but he didn’t smile back, instead he frowned. “..This won’t be easy for you.” He sighed, tightening his staff. “Shadow Milk Cookie, after I returned from your Spire of Deceit, I saw a vision of a truth, shown to me. We, your minions, and most of Earthbread are both fictional characters, in a game called Cookie Run Kingdom.” He paused, before continuing. “Cookie Run Kingdom is a game where we, playable cookies, are played by humans, or players. The game is also owned by a company named Devsisters, they have tried to erase my memory of this, but I resisted. I realized that there were more games, games they made for the entertainment for the players. But, we are not puppets, more of play things to them. If you think they hate you, or anyone, they do, but some support you, your work, and character. They watched your show back when you escaped as merely a ghost on Beast-Yeast.” Shadow Milk’s eyes widened, they saw him from that back then? “..Don’t worry, I was shocked too. I didn’t know I was fake at all, but I have fans who support me in the game, they made places for me, including you.. I, your fans are a bit.. crazy like you, haha.” He chuckled. “You’re kidding, right?” Shadow Milk asked, but he shook his head. “They’re crazy, like me? Shadow Milk Cookie?” He scoffed, “How, then, will you show me this, Hero of Truth?” He tilted his head by a otherworldly range, that couldn’t be possible, at all. “Oh, well.. come with me.” He grabbed Shadow Milk Cookie’s hand, dragging him inside the portal.

A flash of light shined on them, before they reached endless doors with labels, pictures floating next to them. “What the- did you make this Vanilly?!” Shadow Milk’s eyes widened, but Pure Vanilla shook his head, turning to Shadow Milk who was fixated on the endless doors on his left and right. “No, this was here when I first entered, I first tried to see some of these games, and in return, met very scary things.. for a few days I did not return, however, I was really curious and set foot here once again. These games turned out very fun and interesting, made by the players themselves. They are all talented, and the players I spoke to while playing these games were also curious and enthusiastic, like me. I saw a lot of you, some.. weird, I found most of them in a game called.. I’ll tell you later, haha.” He explained, chuckling at his explanation. “So, I ask, will you, share this burden with me?” He reached out his hand, Shadow Milk turned to Pure Vanilla Cookie. He slowly reached out his hand, hesitating for a moment as he paused. He looked up at him, squinting his eyes. “Will we crumble if we do this?” He asked, his voice serious. A slight chuckle came out of Pure Vanilla Cookie. “Trust me, I did multiple times, and I didn’t falter.” He smiled lightly, his eyes closed as his gaze stayed present on Shadow Milk Cookie.

Shadow Milk Cookie reached his hand out, grabbing Pure Vanilla’s hand before shaking it. “Fine, at least get me benefit, Nilly.” He scoffed, “But.. hate to admit it.. I’ll keep it.” He looked away, Pure Vanilla Cookie chuckled heartedly, nodding. “Whatever you say, Shadow Milk Cookie.”

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OOC: I’m done, GRAHHH!! Note that now, you may now call out for Shadow Milk Cookie, but Pure Vanilla Cookie will still, mainly talk in this blog, so if you want to ask or interact to him, Pure Vanilla Cookie will usually be included!

I change my mind, PV will always be included, this is his blog lmao

#au #cookie run kingdom #crk #pure vanilla cookie #self aware #cookie run #shadow milk cookie

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