[ That spite and vitriol shouldn't hurt as much as it does. They are not friends, after all. Shadow Milk is the narrator of his fall, his tormenter. They're not buddys, chums, or pals, despite Shadow Milks goading. They should hate each other and Truthless does.

So why does he feel more alone than he ever has, like he's lost someone who understood him in the silence of the usual playfulness?

Only you understood me.

Ah, it aches. He wants to tell him to stop it. Just stop. He clenches his hand a little tighter, thumb rubbing against Cacaos wedding ring there, Volition shimmering faintly. ]

We're in a new world, not anywhere in Earthbread. We are heading to a place called Aldrics Grove. A... creature of Witch like strength has pulled us here to torture us for it's own amusement. There are other Cookies here as well, also humanized.

[ Huh... it's been a year since Pure Vanilla first came here.]