Reblogged trepans-apprentice
fucking gotem lmao
Someone out there, NEEDS TO DRAW THIS AS THE WITCHES GIVING SHADOW MILK COOKIE HIS SOUL JAM-
Y'all so, I kinda made this massive lore thing about Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk Cookie so I'm gonna just post it here cuz why the hell not-
Pure Vanilla Cookie, now the Truthless Recluse, roamed the spire of deceit restlessly, he probably just wasn't used to staying in this new place, but something else tugged at his mind, something he forgot had been in his pocket, a photo of him and his former friends from Crispia, but anyone would have a photo like that right? What about it was tugging at him to look? So he decided to look at it and see if something was off about it he hadn't yet noticed. Through his Orchid Staff the photo never seemed to have any imperfections. However, through his newly open eyes to the world of deceit he saw a completely different version of this photo. A picture of 5 entirely different yet still familiar cookies. One with dough as blue as his soul jam....Shadow Milk Cookie before his corruption, and who stood around him seeming so happy at the moment the picture had been taken? Mystic Flour, Burning Spice, Eternal Sugar, and Silent Salt, all before their inevitable fall into darkness. Why could he see this? He didn't understand any of this, that was until the room around him seemed to warp and change, the spire was once again merging the past and present with the future, it seemed Pure Vanilla Cookie had found himself in a memory from the past long ago. He saw the 5 beasts in their pre-corrupted state before him, and one by one he saw a large fork sent by the witches pierce one of the beasts- undeniably it was horrifying to watch.
Mystic Flour was first, the fork pierced her heart, and her beast like state seemed to lack any emotion afterwards.
Then Burning Spice, who's pose originally showed him holding up 4 of his 6 arms to show off his strength, only for the fork to smash the 4 arms he had been holding up. Now his beast form only has 2 arms to battle with.
Then it was Silent Salt, who's face took the worst of the forks blow, now hiding it away under his suit of armor.
Then it was Eternal Sugar, the fork pinned her form to the ground. Almost to symbolize how her beastly form would never get up out of sheer laziness and disinterest.
And finally his eyes fell upon the Fount of Knowledge, the predecessor of his own soul jam, he was expecting to see a final fork and yet...it didn't seem to come down...instead the Shadow Milk he saw before him seemed sad, also looking between the other 4 cookies the forks had hit, suddenly it made sense to Pure Vanilla, the picture was of Shadow Milk and his friends, who he had lost one by one to darkness. Shadow Milk Cookie wanted to know why his friends were taken from him. So he was gonna find out.
The scene changed again, now Pure Vanilla found himself on a shelf, for a brief moment he thought he saw White Lily cookie, but that wasn't for long as a new familiar blue face took her place, wherever Shadow Milk Cookie was White Lily must have been before. Pure Vanilla Cookie decided he would continue to try and follow this vision of a past Shadow Milk for as long as possible. Which lead him to a giant table, a table full of witches. Oh how incredible it was, he never thought he'd get to see the witches in person- or the closest to in person he could get- suddenly the scene switched from the distant shelf to a much closer view of the table. Pure Vanilla and the Past Shadow Milks face turned to horror, on the table of the witches was cookies, cookies now with bites taken out of them, cookies....that looked scarily familiar. The 5 beasts are what sat on their plate, Eternal Sugar missing her legs meaning she couldn't get up, Burning Spice whos 4 arms were taken by each of the witches to try and laugh as the others couldn't handle the spice, Silent Salt who's helmet and head were bitten clean through. Mystic Flour who had bites in either side removing the place her heart should be. And finally, a blue cookie yet to be touched in the center. A cookie who looked a lot like Shadow Milk Cookie.
Before the past version of Shadow Milk Cookie or he could react, a witch raised her fork, and with a dough rattling clang stabbed it straight into the Shadow Milk Cookie on her plate, his head separating from the rest of him. Pure Vanilla Cookie remembered seeing Shadow Milk Cookie juggle his own head for a moment, before he saw Shadow Milks past forms head suddenly fall beside him, and soon he felt himself falling too. He and the now beheaded Shadow Milk were falling through darkness, he noticed the past version of Shadow Milk Cookies attire seemed to change, was he watching his corruption happening before his own 2 eyes? He saw Shadow Milk cookies head reattach itself to his body as laughter started erupting from all around him, until suddenly-
It stopped. Pure Vanilla Cookie saw the normal floor of the spire under his feet again, his photo of him and his friends was back to normal on the ground, and when he looked up he saw the present day Shadow Milk staring in confusion and maybe a hint of worry. "Youuu alright there Vanilly- you've been laying on the floor motionless for like- an hour-"
"O-Oh yes yes I am- I am alright- sorry for scaring you-"
"Ya know- if you were that tired I made you a bedroom!"
"Ah- yes I suppose I should go there before I pass out again shouldn't I-"
As the 2 cookies walked Pure Vanilla now saw an entirely different Shadow Milk Cookie, one who's friends were taken from him, one who was grieving...one who needed someone to confide in the horrid ugly truth only he knew, the truth he was hiding from all this years that he was stuck in that tree...no, not a tree...a plate...a plate he couldn't escape until recently when the seal broke. With this knowledge how could Pure Vanilla Cookie ever go through with the beats binding ritual, how could he ever send those 5 cookies back to that nightmare he witnessed. No, he would see if he could find another way. The beast binding ritual was now only a final resort. And that, he wouldn't regret.