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Part 6 of Cookie Run Short Stories/Oneshots
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2025-12-18
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Fake It Till You Break It

Summary:

Shadow Milk Cookie has a very vivid and totally not PTSD infused nightmare.

This is very much a vent fic. Go ahead and read it. I don’t care.

Notes:

There are little hints to things throughout the whole thing. See if you can find them all and see if you were right at the bottom. Gl.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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A warm chuckled filled his ears as he nuzzled further into Pure Vanilla. It was peaceful. The sun had long set, and now they were stargazing. Shadow Milk enjoyed this. He loved spending time with his lover, whether he liked to admit it or not.

Shadow Milk leaned in, about to kiss his partner, when suddenly all the warmth vanished. His eyes snapped open. Pure Vanilla was gone. He whipped around, looking desperately for the one cookie who gave him a chance.

Everything was dark, and Shadow Milk started to breathe harder. He felt something cold and solid hit his neck, wrists, and ankles, knocking him to the ground. He turned to see chains pulling him into the silver tree.

He tried to scream, but nothing happened. He tried to break the chain. He tried. But the jester was inevitably swallowed up by the darkness that held the rest of the beasts in. Once his eyes adjusted, he realized he could barely move, a lot more different compared to the first time he was imprisoned. He looked around, only to see he was alone.

His breathing failed. Shadow Milk could feel the hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to get out of his confines. The metal rubbed against his skin, pealing the dough and allowing dark blue jam to ooze out. He thrashed and fought for what felt like eternity, before his body gave out.

He heard laughter. Laughing at him. He could feel hands grabbing his body. Shadow Milk let out a choked sob at the sensation of fingers touching his chest and thighs. He heard whispers, screams, yells and shouts. All of them about him. Cookies swearing at him, gossiping about him, whispering lies and spreading rumors. He heard it all.

The world began to spin, the amount of stimulation becoming too much. The blue cookies vision flashed through many things; images of men grinning with lust in their eyes, cookies holding pitchforks and torches while yelling, blue jam oozing down his arms from neat cuts.

He screamed. The whispers were too loud. The touches were too much. The darkness crawled with fake images.

Shadow Milk could taste his own jam on his tongue, and worse, something else. Something musty. He gagged. Nothing came out of his stomach. He hadn’t eaten ever since he had been sealed the first time.

The world flashed as he spiraled further, his vision going from spinning and rainbow to vibrating and monochromatic. He gagged again. He saw Pure Vanilla Cookie laughing with his friends. Another gag. He saw Black Sapphire Cookie and Candy Apple Cookie happily playing and having fun with others. His throat burned.

He saw himself. All versions. The Fount of Knowledge. A Sage of Truth. A broken man. He saw everything in him. Every flaw. Every crack. He saw it all. And finally, his body complied with his gags.

He expelled everything he had. Everything he could have had. And when he opened his eyes to see what he had let out, all he saw was his own jam.

He felt the ground vanish from beneath him. Shadow Milk cried out as he saw a familiar field of milkcrown flowers rushing up to meet him. He crashed into the ground, a loud snap resounding and pain burning through his limbs.

Shadow Milks eyes flew open, and he sat up quickly, gasping for air. He looked around to see that he was still in the Vanilla Kingdom. He looked down to see Pure Vanilla Cookie wrapped around his body, shifting slightly at the sudden movements.

Shadow Milk sobbed. He leaned over, one hand grasping at his chest, his other tugging on the sheets of the bed. Pure Vanilla stirred, opening his eyes to see his lover breaking down.

Shadow Milks eyes darted back and forth, his mouth wide open to try and swallow as much air as his lungs would allow. He felt warm and gentle arms wrap around him, and a soothing voice whispering sweet nothings into his ears.

“Shhhh. It’s okay. It was all a dream. You’re fine. It’s all fine now. You’re here with me. You’re strong. It’s okay. Breathe with me.”

Shadow Milk listened to the gentle voice, taking deep breaths and exhaling every time the vanilla cookie did. Slowly, he began to calm down.

“Are you okay bluebird?” Pure Vanilla asked once Shadow Milk was calm enough to process things and speak.

“I’m okay. Thank you.” Shadow Milk said, leaning into the hug Pure Vanilla still held him with. Slowly, Shadow Milk fell back asleep, knowing he wouldn’t have another nightmare. He smiled sleepily, nuzzling his face into the warmth of his partner. He was safe.

Notes:

Trying to break free: the effort of trying to help oneself but failing
Laughter: people enjoying your suffering
Hands grabbing: sexual assault/abuse
Whispers/yelling: social anxiety
Men with lust in their eyes: sexual assault/abuse
Pitchforks/torches: the pain that comes with others hurting someone
Neat cuts and jam: self harm
Something musty: take a guess. Whatever you think it is is most likely correct
The gagging/throat burning: referencing eating disorders and the sickness that comes with it. Too obscure to be tagged
Every flaw: every mistake and imperfection
The ground vanishing and the falling: suicide

 

I’ve been dissociating all day today it’s so bad omg. Do I have a bit of trauma? Yeah.

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