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Shadow Milk Cookie has always been the funny one. Burning Spice was the angry one, Silent Salt Cookie the quiet one, Mystic Flour Cookie the annoyed one, and Eternal Sugar Cookie as the sleepy one. To Shadow Milk, they all played into these archetypes that came with their soul jams. All they are is concepts, not cookies.
So when Pure Vanilla Cookie made it seem like he was more than that, something shattered. No one had ever told him they wanted him for a him that shouldn’t have ever existed. He wasn’t ready for that. If Pure Vanilla knew how he felt he would’ve known.
Right? But in an ever changing world Shadow Milk HAD to be ready for that. Though as the concept of deceit, he was rather good at lying to himself. Once he had denied Pure Vanilla’s offer of “friendship” he knew there would be no turning back.
And never ANY moving forward. He would stay still and same as a concept does. So deep in the Spires halls he scratched the walls. It felt like his stomach was being attacked by cream wolves. He wanted more. Punishing himself for being more than a concept.
Eventually he’d become numb to it, as was his goal. Candy Apple Cookie was out with Black Sapphire Cookie getting props for their next play, leaving him alone. He keeps saying to himself that acting and plays are just deceit in its simplest form. He’s always been a liar though for his plays were passion. A passion he couldn’t have.
Everywhere he turned he found that cookie nature would always make him more than an archetype or concept. He needed something alone. Something cold and numb. He paused from his wall scratching and wondered if there was a place like that where he could make himself numb as he was doing now. Something apart of him yet isolated. Something like his soul jam.
He quickly took off his brooch and set it down. Sitting criss-cross applesauce he slammed his fist into it. As soon as contact was made a pounding hit his head and chest. He knew what he could do. He didn’t need someone to understand emotions that shouldn’t be there, he just needed the emotions to not be there, become numb!
And nestled away in his soul jam was the perfect place to do so for eternity. He’d done it before in the tree, when the chains got to be too much. It was a simple spell really, well at least for one quite advanced like him. With a flick of wrist and a twirl of his finger, the world went blue.