The Adventures of Milk Cookie and Purple Yam!(Cookie Run)

His Outburst

It was late afternoon, but the duo was on the move. Where exactly? Well, none of them know except they have to go north. No known checkpoints, no danger; nothing.

Purple Yam Cookie was leading the tiny squad. Throughout this whole trip, he looked tired as hell and was even more snappy than usual, but Milk Cookie didn't mind this all that much. He knows that it's best not to make Yam upset, and even help calm him down if he did get angry!

Suddenly, Yam looked back at Milk Cookie with a curious yet slightly irritated look on his face. "Is there a map?! I FEEL as if we're very off track here!"

Huh, a map. Milk Cookie slightly frowned then shook his head. "I don't think we have a map, but I'm sure we're still going in the right direction!"

"Right direction? PSHH, I'm sure there was a place we were supposed to stop at some kingdom or something! We're still STUCK in SOME FOREST, and the CLOSEST thing we encountered to a kingdom were just VILLAGES!"

"The villages may be signs that we're getting clo-- Hey!!"

Before Milk could finish speaking, Purple Yam lifted up Milk's hat and looked inside it. "I'm SURE you have something in this stupid hat of your's!" He grumbled. Despite this, inside the hat was absolutely barren; empty.

While Yam was searching, Milk Cookie was trying to reach for his hat. With each attempt, Purple Yam just simply raised the hat; growling and glaring at the cookie while he did so. This view was only getting irritating and wasting some time, so Yam went back to searching inside the accessory.
After a few attempts, Milk backed away from his buddy and frowned. He wanted to just tackle Purple Yam to the ground and forcibly grab it, but Milk contained himself. What awful thoughts...

"May I have my hat back, please?! I don't want to lose it!"

Purple Yam looked down at the cookie and raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying that I'm IRRESPONSIBLE?!"

"What?! No! Just give me my hat back!" Milk commanded, clenching his fists.

It didn't take long at all to take note of Milk clenching his fists, which... made Purple Yam look slightly angrier. This was a new thing, but it didn't intimidate Yam at all.

"I'll give it back when I find something USEFUL! Now SHUT UP! I don't want to keep walking around AIMLESSLY, and trust some STUPID cookie who probably don't know we're GOING EITHER!!" Purple Yam yelled before sticking his hand in there, digging around, yet still no map.

This insolence was infuriating, but Milk Cookie was still trying to keep his composure. Although that was hard to do when Purple Yam holding his hat was making Milk a bit anxious yet very angry; what if his buddy did destroy or lose the hat? Then what?
The thought of that was only intensifying those emotions.

"There's nothing in t-- Oh..!"

Again, before Milk could finish his sentence, Purple Yam pulled onto the collar of Milk's shawl, stretching it out. "I KNOW you have something in there! You HIDE these in here SOMETIMES!"

The angry cookie looked around in there, but just like the hat, there was absolutely nothing. Which was a little surprising; strange that Milk Cookie used to sometime store things in his shawl though.

"Stop that, Purple Yam! That's not polite!" Milk raised his voice as he scolded Yam. While doing so, Milk used both of his hands to force his collar closer to himself. Purple Yam let out a slight growl before slightly backing away from the cookie.

"What you're doing right now is not right! You don't do those kinds of stuff to cookies; that can be frightening!" Milk added.

Speechless, Purple Yam glared down at Milk Cookie. There was a bit of silence, and already Milk Cookie could feel the tension, causing the cookie to grip onto his shawl's collar a little tightly.

But nevertheless, it was like Purple Yam was experiencing a bit of realization as his eyes widened a little. Why was he so angry over this? To the point Milk Cookie had to yell back at him? What the hell is going on?

Yam wanted to apologize, but it felt as if he was locked; unable to speak his own mind. The feeling of anger was only intensifying, so at this point, only his anger was steering his decisions.

This horrible tension was only making Milk uncomfortable. He let out a small sigh and lowered his head a little.

"Sorry, Purple Yam... I didn't mean to raise my voice like that, I apologize... Please, hand me my hat back."

Still, silence was coming from Purple Yam, and still no hat exchange. Not long after, Yam narrowed his eyes and clenched onto the hat, making it wrinkle a little.

"Who is Pomp Cookie?"

The sudden sternness in a quiet tone in Yam's voice caught Milk Cookie off guard, but the question caught Milk off guard even more. How did he know?

"Um, Pomp Cookie..." Milk Cookie slightly looked to his side. Pomp Cookie was standing right there, next to him. The vegetation was concealing her, but yet, she was still noticeable.

Pomp was glaring at him, but it wasn't the same kind Purple was giving him, it was like it was telepathic... "Don't."

"Stop staring at the stupid bushes and answer me!" Purple Yam shouted.

Milk looked over at Purple Yam and blinked. "Sorry about that, but um, can I share it with you later?"

"No. NOW. Who is Pomp Cookie?! You've been talking to someone, and both times I couldn't see them! Yet you insist that the COOKIE is there! I heard you last night talking to Pomp Cookie, talking about ME, but I still couldn't see them! WHO ARE THEY AND WHY ARE YOU ONLY ABLE TO SEE THEM, BUT NOT ME?"

Milk Cookie stared at Purple Yam. He was stuck. What was a cookie supposed to say in a situation like this? Should he just spill it? It doesn't seem all that serious anyway, it's just a new friend, no?

"What an awful cookie. Be more firm." Pomp commanded. She could only shake her head in disappointment.

Milk Cookie briefly looked over at Pomp Cookie, seeing that she was right next to him, glaring at Purple Yam, yet despite the glare, did not look disturbed by this moment one bit, only disappointed.

It spooked and shocked the cleric a bit, but nonetheless, Milk took note of Pomp's words and looked back at Yam.

Firm, but would he be mean? No... Maybe? Milk didn't want to fight fire with fire and make the situation worse. But it's just to make Purple Yam cool down a bit, right?

"No! I don't know why you can't see her, and I don't want to tell you, not right now, Yam. I'll tell you when I'm ready to, but please, stop being so impolite today. This all started because of a map."

Can't say that he wasn't expecting Milk to refuse to confess, but still, Yam wasn't having it. Growling and narrowing his eyes a tad bit more, Purple Yam gripped onto Milk's hat more tightly and stomped closer to Milk Cookie.

Despite this large cookie's furious demeanor intensifying, Milk Cookie still stood his ground.

"SHUT UP! I don't want to hear it! Confess now or NO HAT!"

"Purple Yam, listen to me! I don't want to right now, but I'll tell you when I'm ready. Pushing me to say it isn't going to help! What has even gotten into you, Yam?! Again, this started because of a map that we don't have!"

All this denying his request only made Purple Yam angrier. Suddenly, the large brute snapped.

"What has gotten into me?! YOU'RE BEING ANNOYING! WHO IS POMP COOKIE, DAMN IT! THAT'S ALL I WANT TO KNOW! IS THAT SO HARD? WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU, HMM? IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!"

Milk frowned. His grip on his shawl became tighter to the point his fists were immovable; immense anger was stirring up inside him, an emotion he wasn't so familiar with, yet Milk isn't so fond of; the same anger he was feeling back when they almost went on to pummel some cake hounds a month ago. Despite the urge, Milk tried his best not to give in.
He opened his mouth, but before any sort of words could come out, Purple Yam quickly spoke up.

"I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT, YOU LITTLE SHIT! THROUGHOUT THESE FEW MONTHS WE'VE BEEN TOGETHER, YOU HAVE BEEN SO ANNOYING! AND I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT YOU BEING SO HAPPY EITHER!"

Purple Yam started to stomp around in circles, his fists clenched as tightly as they could while the infuriated brute huffed and puffed.

"YOU DENY AND MAKE EMPTY PROMISES OVER THE STUPIDEST STUFF, AND GET SAD WHEN SOMEONE CONFRONTS YOU ABOUT IT! WHAT? IS ME KNOWING ABOUT POMP COOKIE LATER GOING TO BE ANOTHER EMPTY PROMISE, HMM? THEN YOU GET SAD WHEN I CONFRONT YOU ABOUT IT? YOU... YOU... WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! I'M SURE US FINDING DARK CHOCO IS ANOTHER EMPTY PROMISE, NO? UGH, I'M... I'M..."

Purple Yam snapped over to Milk Cookie, and immediately he felt his sudden, enormous temper deplete to nothing.
Milk Cookie's eyes were watery while a bit of tears flowed down his cheeks. Meanwhile, the cookie had the collar of his shawl up to his face, covering almost half of it and quickly absorbing the tears.

Fuck, he was being too cruel this time, but why was he so angry over something he confronted Milk Cookie a month ago about? That anger dwindled a long time ago, so why the sudden flare-up?... Why the immense callousness? Yam was never like that to Milk before, and even if he was, at least there was some control...

"Oh... um..."

Purple Yam took a few steps closer to Milk, but with each step, Milk took a step back.

"... Uh, Milk, please."

No response, but Milk Cookie still stepped away each time Yam came closer. "...just go away if you don't like me so much... That was... hurtful, Yam..."

Ignoring what Milk said, and not wanting to deal with this backing away shit, Purple Yam ran up to Milk Cookie and hugged him. It was an awkward one for sure, but he was trying to imitate what Milk used to do to him whenever Milk caught him being so sad, somehow.

"I, uh, I didn't mean to say all of that. I'm, um, uh, I apologize." Yam attempted. That attempt at apologizing made Purple Yam shudder; even this hug made the cookie revulse, but regardless, Yam hoped that was enough.

The attempt was a little cute, but Milk Cookie didn't seem all that comfortable, even with the hugging. Like last time, back at the floral village; this was more than just Purple Yam telling him to shut up when he keeps reminding the guy about his relationship with Dark Choco.

Nonetheless, Milk chose not to speak up about his uncomfortableness and gave the big fella his usual happy look with the addition of his teary eyes. "It's ok, Yam! I forgive you! Just try to calm down next time, ok?"

Purple Yam let go of Milk Cookie, and backed away. "Yeah, I'll try that. THANKS." He said before rubbing the side of his head. It was throbbing a little after that ordeal; a bit annoying, but manageable.

Yam turned around and looked back at Milk. "So, since we don't have a map, we're just going NORTH, right?"

"Yes, we're going north." Milk confirmed; even giving the purple warrior a nod.

Just like that, the two continued on their journey. But Purple Yam Cookie still couldn't get why he had such a sudden burst of anger, one that severe to be specific.

That was the first time he was ever that angry, and he's always an angry guy! Purple Yam rubbed his head again, groaning lightly. Whatever the hell that was about, hopefully, it would never happen again.