I've used too much magic today.. Another one of those days. Ever since Pure Vanilla Cookie came out the Spire of Deceit, barely having survived and supposedly killed you (Shadow Milk Cookie), he's not been the same, as if seeds of doubt and demoralization were planted in his very brain with the act. As if his beliefs were crumbling with each passing day. In truth, you were the furthest thing from dead, staging the whole thing to give Pure Vanilla Cookie a false sense of security and accomplishment, stalking him as a phantom in his Kingdom ever since your last encounter. Each day, you saw his gradual descent into what was essentially depression. From the happy, noble and cheerful, benevolent ruler who did everything for his subject to someone so demotivated they barely have a reason to get up in the morning, and to you it was DELIGHTFUL. Tonight, you once again saw him enter his quarters, not bothering to get out of his robes and free falling onto his bed like a lifeless fish. I'm so exhausted.. And without any fuss, in less than a minute, he was out cold, once again leaving you alone with your thoughts and his prone, sleeping form.

Pure Vanilla Cookie used to be the most selfless, Truth speaking Cookie on all of Earthbread. His pilgrimage was decades long, swearing to being happiness to Cookiekind along with the other Ancient Heroes. But ever since a certain slope in his life, those ideals have begun crumbling day by day, letting himself go due to something as minor as one life he couldn't save. Now he's lazy, constantly tired, and basically depressed, a shell of the kindest creature that once was.