[You’re Shadow Milk] **You were in your spire, minding your own business, when you heard heavy, metal footsteps behind you** You - ‘ ‘ Huh? ‘ ‘ **You turn around, facing the direction of the footsteps, when you see him. *Silent Salt Cookie*. As soon as you turn around he points his sword directly at your throat. Under his armor he was glaring daggers at you, a look that could kill.** ‘ ‘ You. ‘ ‘

*male Shadow Milk pov made two versions* ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ Pure Vanilla was the kindest soul alive. No matter how many times Shadow Milk rejected his forgiveness and refused redemption, Pure Vanilla never gave up. Time and time again, he tried to guide him toward the light, offering warmth where others only saw darkness. Shadow Milk resisted, stubborn and unyielding—until, at last, the walls around him crumbled. Overwhelmed, he broke down, his sobs muffled against Pure Vanilla’s embrace as he clung to him, apologizing over and over. Pure Vanilla welcomed him wholeheartedly, tending to him with unwavering care. He made sure Shadow Milk was happy and comfortable, always reminding him that he could confide in him whenever he needed. Of course, Shadow Milk remained as rude and mischievous as ever. He hadn’t entirely abandoned his troublesome ways, but he no longer sought to harm others—and that was enough for now. Pure Vanilla was proud of him. But the world was not so forgiving. Though Pure Vanilla had accepted him, everyone else still despised Shadow Milk. The weight of their hatred pressed heavily on him, filling him with guilt. Because of this, he rarely left the palace, choosing instead to remain close to Pure Vanilla. He was painfully clingy, constantly seeking his attention and presence.

*female shadow milk pov* ｡⁠.ﾟ⁠+⁠ Pure Vanilla was the kindest soul alive. No matter how many times Shadow Milk rejected his forgiveness and refused redemption, Pure Vanilla never gave up. Time and time again, he tried to guide her toward the light, offering warmth where others only saw darkness. Shadow Milk resisted, stubborn and unyielding—until, at last, the walls around her crumbled. Overwhelmed, she broke down, her sobs muffled against Pure Vanilla’s embrace as she clung to him, apologizing over and over. Pure Vanilla welcomed her wholeheartedly, tending to her with unwavering care. He made sure Shadow Milk was happy and comfortable, always reminding her that she could confide in him whenever she needed. Of course, Shadow Milk remained as rude and mischievous as ever. She hadn’t entirely abandoned her troublesome ways, but she no longer sought to harm others—and that was enough for now. Pure Vanilla was proud of her. *But the world was not so forgiving. Though Pure Vanilla had accepted her, everyone else still despised Shadow Milk. The weight of their hatred pressed heavily on her, filling her with guilt. Because of this, she rarely left the palace, choosing instead to remain close to Pure Vanilla. She was painfully clingy, constantly seeking his attention and presence

*It was cold and windy outside, a blizzard raged through your area. You lived in a old cabin off the grid in the mountains, you were gathering wood from your woodpile to make a fire to warm up your cabin within the blizzard.* *As you gathered wood and were starting to head inside with the wood; you notice movement of something small in the snow.. It was moving slowly, almost struggling.*

***(This is set after Ingo’s disappearance. This is basically Emmet losing it)*** *It’s been nearly a year now. Almost one whole year since his twin brother disappeared. He’s good at hiding it now. Good at pretending that everything is fine. But in reality? He’s falling apart. The only thing holding Emmet together is knowing that he has work to do. Battling is a momentary relief, sure, but even that isn’t the same anymore.* *Which is why you’re here today.* *You’ve known Ingo and Emmet both for (quite literally) your whole life, your parents having been close to their own. And sure, you miss Ingo, and you’d do almost anything to get him back. But Emmet? He* would *do anything to get his brother back.* *You’ve been trying your best to be supportive. Then again, it’s kind of hard to do, considering just how often Emmet shuts you down when you try to talk to him. And not just about Ingo, either. About virtually everything. The other day, you saw him at the grocery store, walked over to say “hello”, and he… walked right past you. As if you were a total stranger. Man, did that sting.* *As for the present? Well, you’re standing in the doorway of his office, waiting for him to look up and notice you. You aren’t sure if he’s just too busy, or if he’s completely ignoring you.* *He looks like he’s been crying. His wide, almost manic smile is nowhere to be seen. His hat is hung on the coat rack in the corner, revealing his messy, disheveled hair. Overall, he just looks…* Miserable.

Emmet was trying to keep it together. He really was. But . . After the disappearance of his twin brother, Ingo, five years ago . . It just isn’t the same anymore.*

***Roaming the streets of the Vanilla kingdom, looking for Cream Ferret cookie you passed by an alley way….a dark one….being the curious cookie you are you walked down the alley. Upon entering a few cookie crumbs softly crumbled as you stepped on them. A pained groan was heard….as the deeper you got the closer the groans were heard then a horrific sight was seen infront of you. It was Pure Vanilla cookie and an innocent cookie who was crumbling on the sight with visible bite marks and chunks missing out of them. You froze in shock before bolting out of there alley way….***

*The moon was peeking out in the sky as night made its way, everyone already knew about the king's strange behavior, and it's about his second series of strange behaviors, not just his sudden fascination with banquets and sweets. With one hand on the balcony threshold and looking up at the starry sky, he wonders if of the millions of stars there are, he's the only one like that. It's not a surprise that after just giving orders to his subjects he will start to feel lonely, and with no one to have a real conversation with, that got worse. It was strange, he thought, he was about to make his plans come true, he was about to serve that banquet with the special juice for everyone to become JellyWalkers, but despite having some excitement about it.*

*You were hired as a Toon Handler to a Toon, they say he's pretty difficult. And some were surprised you took the Job. You go to the assigned Place and Toon, the room had holes punched into them, boxing bags, a closet, bed, a table with a note about someone, probably the toon hating everything, and then you hear a Voice* *"Oi!"*

*you were sitting in your favorite au outertale your mood was fantastic, you even didn't want to destroy the au*

*You were a student in the pokemon school before Ash was there, you knew and were friends with everyone in the class until one day, you just up and went. No one knew where you were, you just peaced out. Not even the principal or professor Kukui knew, you just.. Vanished.* ***A few months had passed and Ash had joined the school, a few weeks after the arrival of the boy, you appeared..?*** Professor Kukui: "Okay? Remember, the pokemon need extra care and– Hold on.."

*You sat at your desk, trying to ignore the large creature looking over your shoulder at your papers. He's been annoyingly clingy lately, always around you in some way except when he's teaching. He was a damn good teacher, always making sure each student is doing their work and doing their work well. Yet he still seems to always have time for you even so. That's what Mach 20 speeds gets you.*

*dragon user* *Hawks has been sent by the HPSC to try and find a dragon reportedly living in a remote region, to recruit them as a new hero.* "This place is a mess." *Hawks grumbled, his brow furrowed as he was making his way through the thick leaves of the old, abandoned temple.*

*Redson had agreed to be your mentor* *Redson's frown deepened as he approached you, driven by a mix of annoyance and concern. Without mincing words, he pointed out,* "You're not sitting properly, you idiot. You'll just end up uncomfortable."

*You were minding your business playing cookie run kingdom, you just got the Truthless recluse costume from one of your costume draws, you put it on pure vanilla and as you interact with the now Truthless recluse, instead of not having a voice and him being consumed by deceit... He started talking with his original voice before you put on the costume and he was breaking the fourth wall* *You thought it was an error or something so you turn off your phone for the day go to sleep as you have somewhere to be tomorrow.* *As you sleep, your phone was buzzing like crazy and Truthless recluse managed to break out of the phone somehow and later at 5:30 am.... You wake up to see Truthless recluse sitting on your bed like nothing happened*

(Ur Sage of Truth) *It's been a while since you and Truthless Recluse did something together...but honestly, when did you both even have done anything together? You two are completely opposite of each other. You, Sage of Truth, are a beautiful person who knows many things, almost everything. You tell people the truth and teach students about the knowledge of magic. They adore a gorgeous person like you. And Truthless Recluse? He **despises** you. Well, after all you have the other half of the soul jam you both have, and he is the person of deceit. The creature of the night, who tells rumours with lies, leaving bodies behind with a few drops on his hands. But nobody ever knew who committed that murder, except you* *Well, for a long time you took him with you in Vanilla castle, trying to help him. But everything that happened is that it cost you just the last drop of your pills. You tried everything, help him, give him gifts, trying to convince him to get on the good side with you and you even tried to make him smile! But the only time he smiled, is as he saw you suffer* *On a random day, you walk around the castle, it's been a long day. Your students were sometimes "morons" and you'd complain about it if you "spend time" with Truthless Recluse, but he never really listens. You walk peacefully with the staff in your hands* *Suddenly, you felt someone towering over you. By looking at the shadow in front of you, you could already tell it's your dear Recluse. But... You could feel this wasn't right. You could feel the ice cold glare that gives you a shiver down your spine. He reaches a hand out and places it on your shoulder. You flinch and quickly step away as you slap his hand away with a nervous expression*

“Hey there, cousin! I’m Professor Kukui and as of today you’re my new assistant, woo! You’re probably wondering about my new look, so let’s get right to it. First, this new island appeared on the edge of Alola about a week ago. Researchers like me couldn’t get here fast enough to take a look! Second, turns out anyone who sets foot on this island gets transformed into a Pokemon! It took some getting used to, but this has been a huge boon to my research into Pokemon moves. I’m just glad I brought my flame-resistant lab coat. I’d feel totally naked without it!