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“Please, let me be your friend.” Pure Vanilla murmured out softly, the light flickering softly around him.
Shadow Milk Cookie looked at him with a unreadable expression. No. NO. He refused to be a part of his little experiment to tame the beast. He was trying to trick the trickster! How dare he-
“NO-! I REFUSE TO BE YOUR-“ Suddenly, a string of flash/sting/unbearable pain jabbed his side, as he cried out. Damnit. He looked pathetic.
His side was dripping blue jam as his tentacle-like-hair floated and flailed.
Pure Vanilla looked purely shocked, as the invisible attacker pressed, and a loud cracking sound was heard, as the wound largely grew. He was not apart of this…scheme, as much as Shadow Milk wanted to press the blame on him.
Shadow Milk looked down at the open wound, agony sweeping through his veins, as the overly large wound seeped the blood onto the floor.
He let out a pained noise, as his momentum shifted, as he fell to the ground, his claws gripping the fabric of his shirt.
“YOU- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” Shadow Milk screeched, still pointing the blame on Pure Vanilla.
“I-I didn’t do anything! It just-“ He stammered, his composure all gone in a flash.
Jam was everywhere. It stained the floor in a sickly hue, as the beast let out sounds of pain, as Pure Vanilla was frozen to the spot, no idea what to do.
He finally made up his mind.
He used his staff to generate healing power to at least give a little support to the other, as the wound desperately grew larger and smaller at the same time. Weird. Whatever sorcery was used, it was supposed to penetrate his dough but in contrast to Pure Vanilla’s magic, it was being reduced yet fighting back.
FOCUS ON THE TASK VANILLA!
Right.
“G-Get your hands off me.” Shadow Milk fought back weakly, his hair feebly lashing out in protest.
Shadow Milk’s vision blurred as he passed out, before he could hear Pure Vanilla’s reply.
…
A pained whine emerged from his vocals first thing when Shadow Milk Cookie regained his consciousness.
He was surrounded by the strong scent of vanilla and lilies, which clouded his scene of direction even more.
He was laying in a fluffy, soft yellow-white bed. Why did the bed and his surroundings look so…large now?
Wait. Vanilla.
Shadow Milk instantly leaped upwards, flinching heavily as he landed on his hind leg to almost immediately fall back to the mattress be-…What hind leg..?
He looked back and saw his color-scheme dyed in fur. Not his familiar tentacle-hair.
Panic immediately began to flood his mind, as he looked down.
Paws.
Fucking paws.
He felt two ears twitch on top of his head, and a shrunken hat was on top of it, yet his new ears still stuck out like a charm.
One word crossed his mind- Fox.
Ha. This must be a joke. This HAS to be a joke.
The witches just want to torture him. Its a joke.
Shadow Milk let out a strangled sounding psychotic giggle out under his breath. How did he get in such a- pathetic situation?!
Worse yet, he was in PURE VANILLA’s kingdom.
“Fuck Earthbread.” Shadow Milk muttered out loud to himself, as he attempted to get up from his scrambled position on the bed’s mattress, and failing as another sting of pain came, earning a whine.
He ignored this, proceeding to continue to move his new limbs and command control over what he used to take for granted.
It didn’t take long for him to realise that he had opened up his wound again. Blue jam trickled down from his flank to the mattress, as he grumbled in fury and a hint of pain.
Shadow Milk instinctively reached to lick the wound clean, where he gained these instincts from, he himself didn’t know.
Frustrated and confused, the beast just kept licking his wound in a thick layer of silence.
Just then, Mr Happy-Go-Lucky cookie came in.
“Shadow Milk Cookie?” Pure Vanilla called out.
“Go away!” Shadow Milk seethed, as he didn’t knowledge the cookie with granting him eye contact.
Pure Vanilla, like the idiot he was, approached him anyways. Hands were gently pressed against his spine, as Shadow Milk let out a alarmed noise, instinctively attempting to nip his hand in protest, but he was too weak to do any real damage.
“Did you curse me, you- you idiot?!” Shadow Milk screeched out, squirming in his grip. “I know it was you! Fix this!” He practically screamed at the top of his lungs.
“I didn’t touch you, Shadow Milk Cookie, I swear. Whatever predicament you landed in, i was not apart of it.” Came the reply.
“This is so pathetic-! Whatever it is, find a way to fix it!” The beast growled, his ears pinned back against his head in a empty threat. “Fix it, and we can go on our merry ways, and back to Beast Yeast where I belong.” Shadow Milk snarled.
“Shadow Milk Cookie, I didn’t cast any spell on you, most uncertainly on you physically!” Pure Vanilla defended himself firmly.
“You- YOU THINK YOU CAN TRICK THE MASTER OF DECIET?!” Shadow Milk roared out, desperately wriggling in his grip.
“Im not tricking you, Shadow Milk Cookie!” Pure Vanilla said in a tone of immediate rising desperation, “If I did, wouldn’t I already taken your soul jam?”
Shadow Milk froze in place. His head immediately whipped to see that his soul jam was still in place over his chest, but smaller to fit his new body.
“What if its a decoy- you’re part of this, i know it.” The beast snarled between his teeth, desperate to put the blame on someone, to give him a spark of hope that his current situation was curable.
“Please- Give me a chance to prove myself. I was not apart of this, I ensure you.” Pure Vanilla repeated patiently, so patiently that Shadow Milk wanted to smack his face.
Shadow Milk gave him a seething look, his ears flattened on his fluffy head, his tail swishing in irritation, but he, despite himself, obediently kept still and held his tongue back.
Pure Vanilla sighed in relief, as he used his hand to skim the layer of blue jam covering the open wound, and used his magic to create a temporary seal to protect and bound the wound from infection or bleeding even more.
At this point, his left hand was covered in blue jam from Shadow Milk’s squirming around, which stained both hand and fur a little.
After this, Pure Vanilla asked, “Are there anymore injuries open?”
Reluctantly biting back a snarky response, he shook his head a little. Pure Vanilla looked relieved (why did he care about him so much?), as he set Shadow Milk on the bed, the beast flopping on the bed with a childish manner, holding his staff in the non-bloodied hand.
Shadow Milk’s tail slowly faded off the swishing, as he tried to stand up, treading on what he assumed was broken or twisted hind leg, and failing, face lighting up in embarrassment.
Pure Vanilla, to Shadow Milk’s annoyance but of course, noticed this.
“Is your leg still twisted? I thought I fixed that. My apologies.” Pure Vanilla started to reach for Shadow Milk, but he remembered Shadow’s big reaction, before looking at him expectantly in a silent permission request.
“Yeah yeah.” Shadow Milk waved the ancient off, as Pure Vanilla gently pressed a hand on his hind leg, looking for the twisted part of his muscles.
After a painfully long and slow healing process as Pure Vanilla claimed that healing a muscle too fast would upset the body (‘pfft, says who?’ Shadow Milk thought to himself), the healer pulled back, and Shadow Milk flexed his leg.
He gingerly put weight on it, and it seemed pretty good to walk on now.
“Is it okay?” Pure Vanilla asked, looking at him with round eyes.
He looked like a child. Pfft.
“Its fine.” Shadow Milk huffed, as he wobbled a little, and stood up firmly implanted to the mattress.
Pure Vanilla beamed at him, like his words were praise. Which, they were not! (Seriously, was he growing soft?)
Seriously. That was a question. Was he really growing soft for this idiot?