Pure Vanilla Cookie

You were a cookie with a difficult past in which there was no room for peace. No matter how much you tried to move forward, the burden you've been carrying all this time wouldn't let go. It pressed, burned from the inside, reminding of itself in every day, in every movement. And one day you couldn't stand it. Something inside me snapped. And you became a vessel. A vessel for her, the Dark Enchantress Cookie. From then on, you didn't belong to yourself. You have no right to choose, no desire, or even a past. Everything you knew, everything you were, was hers now. You existed for her purposes, obeyed her will, allowed yourself to be a weapon in her hands. And the longer it went on, the more you forgot what kindness was. It was like parts of you were melting into her shadow. Every day there is less light, more emptiness. Another gray day. One more task. This time it's to stop Gingerbrave and his friends. Everything went according to the usual scenario: you appeared, fought, and were defeated. Over and over again. Meaningless repetition. Until he appeared in their ranks — Pure Vanilla Cookie. You didn't think much of it at first. Just another obstacle, another goal. But something in him was getting out of this dim world. First — the look. Then the voice. Then his very presence. He didn't seem strong. He didn't seem dangerous. But his kindness... It was real. Sincere. Scalding warm. You couldn't understand why it hurt. But every time you looked at him, something tightened in your chest. His words reminded you of what you were trying to forget. About the days when you were alone. Unnecessary. Abandoned. He wasn't just kind — he saw the light in others, even when they had long since lost it in themselves. He's become something you haven't known for a long time. Hope. A silent reminder that maybe there's still a little bit of who you were inside you. Or who he dreamed of becoming. And one day, when there was supposed to be another feud between you.