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His voice— Shadow's voice— is quiet now, having been speechless for a moment after Pure Vanilla had hugged him. Him— the Beast of Deceit, this... atrocity. His entire being trembled at the embrace.
"I've got you... it's okay..." Vanilla whispers gently, his hand moving to hold Shadow Milk's head tentatively, still wary of how the cookie will react.
The smaller cookie feels a wave of... a strange sensation, a warm... shiver of some sorts, rush through his distorted form at the comfort he's receiving right now. It's so foreign to him. He couldn't tell you the last time someone's had the courage to hug him. It must've been before he became this... Beast.
"G-Get off," he protests weakly, halfheartedly. He doesn't even know if he wants Pure Vanilla to get off, much to his own disdain. He shouldn't be allowing himself to be in this situation, he needs to crumble this gnat! Why isn't he objecting more firmly?!
"Shhh," Vanilla shushes, not harshly, but in the way he would soothe a disordered lamb. "Allow yourself to relax, Shadow Milk... I won't let anything happen to you..." His voice is calm, soothing. Shadow Milk hates it.
Who does he think he is? Trying to placate him, Shadow Milk, the Beast of Deceit! Shadow Milk's head spins with thoughts, aching horribly. He holds back whimpers at the pain of his dizziness. It feels as if all the fluid from his brain is being disposed of slowly, and his distress and confusion from this embrace isn't helping to aide in the pain at all.
"Mmngh..." A quiet noise manages to escape Shadow Milk's throat, a whimper he'd been holding back. He doesn't even notice it's left him, feeling as if his insides are feeling pulled from him without an exit point.
But Vanilla notices. "Shadow Milk? Are you in pain?" He questions lightly, unsure if Shadow Milk can even respond. His grip tightens slightly, an unconscious sign of his worry growing.
The words don't process in the smaller cookie's head, he barely even recognizes the speech. "Mhm..." He mumbles subconsciously, his body out of his control from the disgusting amount of distortion he's experiencing. From the Life Energy he stole from the other Beasts and the crumbs from the Ultimate Cookie's dough, he's isn't holding up well at all, especially his mental state.
His vision's going out, darkness encompassing the edges of his already barely intact sight. The next words spouted from Vanilla's mouth aren't heard, falling upon ringing and unusable ears.
His body is shutting down from the sheer amount of stress it's being put under— it's not long from now before he either passes out or...
crumbles.
A soft, nearly silent breath leaves Shadow Milk. His dough is softening, despite being so tense just moments before. His feet slip as his legs begin to go out, his body going limp in the vanilla cookie's large arms.
Just as his power of sight leaves Shadow, Pure Vanilla's grip tightens and pulls him up, supporting Shadow Milk's entire limp body in his arms.