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The early morning rush had yet to come. Shadow Milk sat at the long table, watching the cooks move rapidly throughout the kitchen. Different smells consisting of vanilla, cinnamon, raisins, and chocolate wafted through the air. Shadow Milk savored the calm of the morning.
Shadow Milk suddenly sat up. The sound of voices drew near. Then, a loud bang. People flooding into the castle. Shadow Milk had involuntarily flinched hard at the sudden loud sound. People flooded in, talking and yelling to each other. Laughter filled the room and echoed, filling every inch of air. Shadow Milk tried to stand, only to be crowded by other cookies.
He tensed as more cookies filtered in. He knew that Saturday mornings for the Vanilla Castle could be busy, but he didn’t know it would be like THIS. He shrunk down, melting into the shadows and dashing out of the room as fast as possible, he was stepped on a couple of times obviously, but he did his best to ignore the pain. Finally slipping out of the kitchen and entrance room, he transformed back.
He winced, looking down at his leg. Someone must have stepped on it while he was making his rapid escape. Shadow Milk shook, looking around rapidly. He started to stim unknowingly, flapping his hands. His body was shaking, and he couldn’t help but feel like everything was still too loud.
The blue cookie rushed down the hallway, running instead of floating. He dashed up the stairs, beelining it to Pure Vanilla Cookies bed room. He pushed the door open, stumbling. Pure Vanilla’s head snapped up and he looked at Shadow Milk.
“Oh dear! What happened?” The king rushed over to the blue cookie who was now sitting on the ground hyperventilating. He was curled up into a ball, shaking. Pure Vanilla gently closed the bedroom door and sat down in front of the jester.
Pure Vanilla wrapped his arms around Shadow Milk, pulling him onto his lap. The latter tensed up, but after a few seconds he started to relax. Slowly, Shadow Milk began to calm down, taking deeper breaths. He shoved his face into Pure Vanillas chest, gripping tightly onto the kings robes.
“Shhhh. You’re okay. Everything’s okay. No one can hurt you or touch you here. It’s alright. You’ll be okay. It’s all okay.” Shadow Milk relaxed further, tears slipping down his cheeks and dripping onto Pure Vanilla Cookies arms. He closed his eyes, his body relaxing fully.
Shadow Milk Cookie slept, soaking in Pure Vanilla Cookies warmth. Pure Vanilla smiled and gingerly lifted up the jester. He settled down onto the bed, still holding Shadow Milk. The jester curled into Pure Vanilla, humming slightly.
There, the two fell asleep; repose taking them both into its wings.