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“...milk cookie?”
“...master… happened?”
“…he going…okay?”
Ugh… everything is so… loud…
He heard muffled voices all around him, spinning around in his mind until his head began to pound.
Where was he?
Better yet…
Who was he?
He had a bleary memory of a blast of light, slowly overtaking him. It made his heart race just thinking about it.
There was a distant ringing in his ears, and his vision was blurred around the edges. He took a shaky inhale as the voices around him slowly began to make sense.
“Master shadow milk!” he heard a low voice come from somewhere behind him.
Shadow milk? Who was—
He turned his head slightly to the side, which he found was extremely exhausting to do. After his vision had cleared (or, it was only slightly blurry), he was able to make out two frightened cookies standing a few feet beside him, staring at him in shock.
He took notice of a small cookie wearing a black vest over a poofy white dress and a pair of mismatched leggings. She wore two black bows, and had buns on either side of her head that looked like… candy apples? He couldn't tell if that was real, or if his disoriented mind was playing tricks on him.
Standing beside her was a slightly taller cookie with muted purple skin and long black hair, streaked with violet, that obstructed one eye from view. He wore sapphire earrings and held a glowing purple staff in his right hand.
His head was pounding, and his vision was filled with spots of light.
Or at least, that's what he believed, until he looked up.
He suddenly fixated his vision on the large source of light standing before him. At first, he simply believed it to be a blind spot in his still-hazy vision, until he realized: it was… a cookie. A beautiful one at that.
The cookie wore loose, light colored robes and a tall, ivory-colored hat patterned with stars and golden flecks. He held a large staff, which was almost as tall as he was, wrapped in golden silk. It was topped by a white pistil, so bright it was blinding, which was surrounded by golden yellow flower petals.
The cookie’s long, flowy hair fell in waves down his back, and it appeared to almost glow. He had heterochromatic eyes, one yellow and one pale blue. They looked down at him, perhaps with pity. He felt his cheeks flush and averted his gaze.
“Please, shadow milk,” the cookie said suddenly, his voice light and comforting. “Let me help you.”
He extended his hand, robes falling back as he did so.
He hesitated only a second before accepting.
The golden cookie smiled down at him, pulling him up and attempting to help him steady himself. It worked for a moment, but as soon as the other released his hands, his knees buckled and he threatened to drop to the ground.
Luckily, the other cookie was fast, and quickly caught him before he hit the floor. He pulled him closer and wrapped his hands around his waist, steadying him as best he could.
“Hey! Get your hands off of our master!” a high-pitched voice called from somewhere behind him.
Suddenly, a wave of vertigo caught him, and he felt the little bit of strength circulating in his body leave him. He began to shake, and the hands around him tightened, as if telling him you'll be okay.
He closed his eyes and inhaled shakily.
He heard more voices around him, but they sounded… far away, as if his head had been dipped underwater.
“I… to take… my castle… healing.”
“You… kidnap… master!”
“Just look… can't even… himself!”
The ringing in his ears returned as he felt a sense of calm wash over him, and his body relaxed into the arms of the cookie holding him.
Darkness seemed to surround him on all sides, but he didn't have the energy to fight it, or even to question why it was there.
The darkness seemed to be calling to him, and he let it engulf him, giving him a resting place away from the chaos surrounding him.
The last thing he remembered was the smell of vanilla enveloping him with its intoxicating aroma…