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Pure Vanilla Cookie rushed through the ever twisting spire, the beating of bare cookie feet weaving and dodging through door and stairs echoing throughout the halls. He had to find fortuneteller cookie and the children, fast. After he had got awakened, Shadow Milk Cookie had seperated them to different parts of the sprire, ig he really didn't want them to leave. Suddenly, another wave of creatures and cards shoot out infront of him, he quickly waves his staff to clear the wave of deciet, the monsters were really just cheap illusions, while also blocking the cards from his face.
"GingerBrave! Strawberry Cookie! And Wizard Cookie!! Can you hear me!?-" He continues yelling, but to no avail, he continued anyway, but was suddenly cut off, falling through a painting on the floor, falling and falling past blurs of blue and black, when he caught a glimpse of Brown and Yellow, before hitting his head and blacking out.
When Pure Vanilla came to, he noticed two things, one, he did not have his staff, and two, the roonm felt...empty and cold...almost like metal. He opens his eyes to look around further, but couldn't make out much due to his bad eyesight, thought he could see just infront of himself since he glows. The ground was infact mat of metal, with small holes in the floor. He fumbled around in the (Mostly) dark for a bit, trying to feel around for his staff, or anything else in his way when he hears a hunormous roar coming from behind him. He quickly bolts, seeing no need to look behind him to check it out, but then trips on something on the floor, it was one of the previous mentioned holes. He turns around while on the floor, preparing to atleast try to fight what was chasing him, but he didn't see anything...untill his looked down. It was simply a rather small gummybear.
"AHAHAHA! You crack me up, Vanilly! Running for your life from a silly little Gummy Bear!" Pure Vanilla turns around, looking for Shadow Milk, but as previously mentioned, can't see all that well.
"Enough of of your tricks jester! Where are GingerBrave and the others!?" Remarked Pure Vanilla, who was highly disstressed and nausious, regretting skipping that day's breakfast. He feels the bile rise up in his throat and covers his mouth.
"OooOhh! Feeling sick are we? Well surely this'll help!" Shadow Milk spun the room around to Pure Vanlla's horror, for he had realized it was a giant washing machine, as Pure Vanilla was thrashed about, he soon lost conciousness.