Pure vanilla, once so compassionate and loving, has turned so....dark and empty, living on the words of the master of deceit, Shadow Milk cookie, after being forced to live with him in his domain of trickery, during his time there Shadow milk would not leave him ALONE, constant bothering with his annoying and stupid high pitched voice, if hating shadow milk was a job pure vanilla, or truthless recluse would be a millionaire.

During one of his walks, he felt as if ignoring Shadow Milk would be the best option. He was tired of listening to him yap, and yap, and yap, like he could not care less about what he was saying.

Silence came from one end of the room, typically where the entrance sat. The blue cookie stood in the doorway, a smile on his face.

Truthless said nothing, staring at the floor, receiving a huff from the cookie in the doorway.