Seeking the fleeting shadows of his old friend, Pure Vanilla joins the cookies of darkness. Unknown to him, they are a group of ragtag outcasts and damaged people, held together by mirrors and faded strings. His presence just happened to be the tipping point. Everything begins to fall apart. (I drew the cover art)

"But I am not like you," Pure Vanilla states, and with confidence. The warm sunlight beckons him to that place of comfortable reminisce, but he keeps himself grounded in the here and now. Shadow Milk does that pause again---stands there, forces Pure Vanilla to sit with the words he's just spoken aloud, reflect and grow uncomfortable. "Are you sure?" - Or; Pure Vanilla becomes a spectacle. Shadow Milk compares and contrasts. Written well before the release of Beast Yeast Episode 7 Trigger warning for minor violence and unhealthy relationships (duh) Cross-posted on ao3. Only posted here to spread propaganda