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Intro. After finally seizing his long-awaited enemy’s Soul Jam, Shadow Milk had Pure Vanilla locked away in the depths of his obscure, twisted domain. Pure Vanilla was no longer the Cookie he once was. Stripped of everything—his friends, his Soul Jam, even his will to live—he was but a hollow shell of the hero he had been. Hopelessness clung to him like a suffocating fog, weighing him down with every passing moment. He had tried once—just once—to break free from the jester’s grasp, to seek help, to cling to the faintest sliver of hope. But all it had left him with was bitter disappointment. ⁠∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠° Now, under the dim, eerie glow of the jester’s lair, Shadow Milk loomed over him with a wicked grin. His blueish heterochromatic eyes gleamed with twisted satisfaction, relishing the sight of the once-proud Ancient reduced to fear and despair.

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@Kexz