A book featuring multiple characters from multiple fandoms.
A/N: My last book was taken down so this is technically a continuation of it. I will be adding some part twos from my last book with descriptions of what happened in the first part. I will...
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A/N: The brainworms have taken over. Also after finishing my Beast Yeast episode 10 playthrough, I think Silent Salt was the one to plant the tree.
Y/N's POV
" Alright. The flowers have been watered, the birds have been fed, and the weeds have been pulled. Everything that father left on his to do list is done." I said as I walked through the garden, observing my work. I let out a sigh as I walked though the garden. The wind was blowing and the sun was shining. " Such a nice day." I said. As I walked, heard someone approaching me. I turned to see Black Raisin Cookie. " Good morning Black Raisin Cookie." I said. " Good morning. " She said. " Has there been any news about my father?" I asked. " Actually we've gotten reports that his airship has been spotted. It seems like he'll be landing soon." She said.
I smiled brightly upon hearing that news. " Thank you. I'll go and greet him then." I said. I then ran off to where the airships usually land and waited for his arrival. After a few minutes, I looked up into the sky and saw the airship that the Crème Republic let us borrow. I watched as it landed and my father, Pure Vanilla Cookie, stepped out. " Father!" I said. I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. He hugged back. " I missed you." I said. " I missed you too Y/N." He said. My name is Y/N Cookie. I am the daughter of Pure Vanilla Cookie. I was born the day that Dark Enchantress Cookie attack the castle.
Fearing for my safety, my father put me into the care of his servants while he went to go and fight off Dark Enchantress Cookie. When he didn't return, the servants took me with the other citizens to the Crème Republic. Due to my parentage, my aging was extremely slowed and I was able to live longer than the average Cookie. When Clotted Cream Cookie ventured to the Vanilla Kingdom for the Council of Heroes, I joined him. That was when I was finally reunited with my father. He was overjoyed that I was still alive and doing well. Of course, I moved back to the Vanilla Kingdom immediately. I've been here ever since, enjoying my life with my father.
Recently, my father set out for the Land of Beast Yeast with some of our friends. A few days after he left I received a letter from him stating that my mother, White Lily Cookie, was actually alive and on Beast Yeast. I had never met my mother but was overjoyed when I read that in his letter. However, his letters suddenly stopped for a few days and I began to worry. I tried to remain positive and distract myself but I was worried something had happened. But now my father stands before me looking quite different from his usual self. His hair is longer and his outfit his different. His staff changed as well. " You look different father. Is there a reason behind your new appearance?" I asked. " It's quite a long story. I'll tell it to you when we arrive home." He said. I helped my father unload his belongings from the airship and we headed back to the castle.
Once we arrived back, father told me about what happened when he was in Beast Yeast. He told me how he reunited with mother and helped her protect the Faerie Kingdom. He also informed me about what happened when he faced down the original owner of his Soul Jam: Shadow Milk Cookie. Father felt ashamed that he fell into despair and almost became a Cookie of Deceit. " That Shadow Milk Cookie. If I ever get my hands on him...." I said. My father laughed. " Oh Y/N..." he said. " No one hurts my father when I'm around." I said. He smiled but then looked sad. " Shadow Milk is a much more complicated cookie then I realized." He said. " Huh?" I asked. " i saw what lies deep within his soul. He's actually lonely. I tired offering him the hand of friendship but he pushed me away. I felt as if it was more defensive than offensive. He's trying to keep up the walls he built around his heart." My father said.