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"HA HA HA HA HA!!' AHA HA HA...!"
Shadow Milk's maniacal laughter echoed through the abyss, his form warped between the several identities inside him, due to stealing the leftover life energy from the other Beast Cookies.
"DAMN IT! Damn it, damn i—"
"Shadow Milk, NO!"
A trembling voice calls from below, the noise distorted slightly from the overwhelming abundance of magic throughout the air.
The abomination of a cookie growls loudly—
"GRAH!" — He hates that damned cookie, he hates Pure Vanilla. And the fact that he has the audacity to interrupt his ranting only solidifies that hatred.
"Please, don't do this!" The vanilla cookie pleads, but Shadow Milk can't seem to find where his voice is being produced from. His mind is spinning, he feels like mush, everything around him is blurry, and shaky, and he doesn't seem to have control over his dough, and his—
A touch. A warm touch... on his cheek. It's another cookie's hand, trembling, yet warm. How did anyone make their way to him? He's thousands of feet in the air, nobody should be able to reach him, nobody here has any magic.
Wait... his feet— they're on the ground, his skinny legs quivering from the pressure of standing with his own efforts, opposed to his usual floating.
Did his body move without his command?
"Please, Shadow Milk..."
UGH! That damned voice—
"Pure Vanilla!" Shadow Milk's voice leaves his throat as a strangled growl— "Stop— please." Pure Vanilla interjects once again, irritating the distorted Shadow Milk even further.
Vanilla's eyes shine with... tears. Tears threatening to break him down at the sight of Shadow Milk like this— broken and manic. His thumb glides across his blue dough, a desperate effort to calm the mess before him.
"Ugh—" Pure Vanilla grunts as Shadow Milk roughly shoves him off, erupting with rage and... a small, almost indecipherable emotion. "You d-dare to use pathetic gestures on me?! Aren't you aware of how easily I could squash you like a mere bug right now?!" He roars, his voice coarse and unsteady.
"But you won't, Shadow Milk—" Vanilla tries to intervene, but Shadow Milk butts in, "I will! Right here, right now! Now is the time I destroy you!" The cookie spits angrily.
Pure Vanilla takes a step closer, much to Shadow Milk's rage. "Not a step!" He snarls, but Vanilla simply ignores him outright, taking another step. Even as the abomination before him threatens, he continues on, until finally—
"Wh-What... are you d-doing...?"