Blueberries

by Percy_ShadowMilk

Summary:

Shadow Milk gets drugged, kidnapped, and tortured.

That’s it. That’s the fic.

Notes:

Bro why are there like no fics involving Shadow Milk being kidnapped and tortured. We need more. So I decided to write this. I regret it but don’t at the same time.

Also how is “Shadow Milk Cookie has PTSD” not a tag? Petition to make it one.

Chapter 1: Blueberry Jam

It had been a normal day in the Vanilla Kingdom. Or at least that’s what Shadow Milk thought. There he floated next to Pure Vanilla, holding his hand as the ancient talked to some of his subjects. Out of the corner of the jesters eye he saw someone dart by.

He turned, mildly confused at what he thought he saw. There was nothing out of the ordinary all around, so Shadow Milk shrugged it off. He felt a slight tug on his leg, startling him. The jester looked down to see a small child tugging on him.

“Excuse me? Mr Clown man? How are you flying? Is it magic? Are you magical?” The kid asked, looking up at him with big curious eyes. “Well yes. I am magical and am indeed using magic to fly.” The kids jaw dropped open. “Really?! That’s so cool!” The kid exclaimed. Shadow Milk blinked, slightly flustered at the sudden kindness of the child.

He never had any charm when it came to children. Most of the time they found him scary. Just as Shadow Milk was going to move away from the child, they held something up to him.

“Wait! Have this! It’s some blueberries!” Shadow Milk smiled warmly leaning over and grabbing the small container of blueberries. “Thank you, little one.” The kid smiled back before running off into the crowd. Shadow Milk smiled down at the container, opening it gingerly and eating a few of the delectable berries. He hummed softly, turning back to Pure Vanilla.

The ancient finished his conversation with someone before turning back to his partner. “What is that bluebird?” Shadow Milk grinned. “A kid thought I was cool and gave it to me. Want some?” Shadow Milk held out the box. “I’m good. I’m already full from them insisting I eat their food.” Pure Vanilla said, gesturing to the stalls. Shadow Milk chuckled, popping a few more blueberries.

“Let’s get heading back to the castle. I wanna take a nap.” Shadow Milk said, yawning. He felt a bit more tired than usual, but he assumed that the sun and warm atmosphere was getting to him. Slowly, they made their way back. Pure Vanilla was pulled away into shops a couple times, but Shadow Milk didn’t mind. He ate the rest of the blueberries and teleported the container away into his other realm while he watched Pure Vanilla be dragged into yet another stall.

He felt rather tired. His whole body buzzed slightly, and his eyes drooped. He went and sat down heavily on a bench, yawning again. He barely noticed someone sit down next to him when they suddenly spoke, startling Shadow Milk out of his sleepy haze. “Oh my! You don’t look too good there. Allow me to help you. I’ll get you somewhere safe.”

Hands suddenly grabbed him, pulling him up and holding him like a sack of flour over the man’s shoulder. He couldn’t move. Shadow Milk panicked, his mind racing. The strange mental sludge that had been holding him had vanished quickly, leaving him in shock. The man quickly made his way onto the forest, before Shadow Milk was unceremoniously thrown onto the ground.

He cracked open his eyes, staring up at the man standing above him. He glared, shifting his heavy body a bit. The man just smiled, looking up to people Shadow Milk couldn’t see. Suddenly, his arms were grabbed and a rough rope was used to tie his arms behind his back. They cut into his dough uncomfortably. A blindfold was wrapped around his head tightly, and more ropes were tied around his ankles.

He sat there, frustrated he couldn’t do anything. He was getting kidnapped and all he could do was glare. He tried to wiggle, only for firm hands to hold him down. “Let me go! I’ll crumble you if you do anything.” Shadow Milk said weakly, and his words were replied with cruel laughter.

“You can’t do anything to us if your magic is suppressed.” Shadow Milk flinched as he felt something cold and tight clamp around his neck. His magic immediately felt toned down. His body had regained some motor skills, so he thrashed the best he could. If these people were going to kidnap him, he would make it their worst nightmare he could.

He stopped thrashing the moment he felt something cold slice through his cheek. He felt his warm jam run down his face, dripping onto the dirt below. “Keep moving around and your whole body will be bleeding.” A rough voice said right in his ear, making him flinch.

He was roughly hefted up and dropped into what felt like a potato sack. It was tied closed before he was dropped once again. He could feel the ground below him as he was dragged off to who knew where.

Shadow Milk grit his teeth every time his head hit a bump. He knew these people were going to hurt him. And he knew that these people wouldn’t hold back. He didn’t know what they wanted, but he refused to give it to them.

Another bump startled him out of his thoughts, and suddenly the came to a stop. He felt himself be picked up and carried. The sound of a door opening then closing notified him that he was now inside. Another door opened, and the sound of footsteps going down the stairs echoed.

Shadow Milk was suddenly thrown into a chair, rope swiftly being tied around his body, securing him to the chair. The blindfold was suddenly ripped off his face, a bright light being flashed right into his eyes. He winced, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Alright kid. You’re gonna tell us everything ya know and we might let ya go with minimal damage.” A hand threaded through his hair, pulling suddenly. Shadow Milk opened his eyes to see about five male cookies watching him. They were all relatively larger than him, and seemed to be much sturdier than Shadow Milks fragile dough.

“I’m not gonna tell you anything.” Shadow Milk said, glaring at the man in front of him. “Then we’ll just have to do this the hard way.” A punch came quickly to Shadow Milks left eye, leaving him dazed for a few seconds.

“Tell us. Are you trans? Can you change genders?” Shadow Milk blinked at them, panting. “What kind of dumb question is that?” He said, ignoring the pain in his eye.

“Answer the question or you’ll have more bruises.” He snapped his mouth shut, refusing to answer. They stared at him before his neck above the magic suppressing collar was roughly grabbed and squeezed. He thrashed in the chair, desperately trying to get air into his lungs. Just as he was about to pass out, the man released him, allowing him to greedily gulp in large amounts of air.

He coughed a bit before his head was yanked forcefully up again. He winced at the feeling of his hair being pulled mercilessly.

The process repeated multiple times with the men asking a question, Shadow Milk staying silent, and then them either hitting him, cutting him, or choking him.

“Here’s a question you better answer.” The mans grip on Shadow Milks hair tightened as he yanked his head forward. “Did you really trust that kid?” Shadow Milks eyes widened slightly, realizing what they were implying.

“How stupid. The former Fount of Knowledge falling for a lazy trick involving drugged blueberries then playing it off. How dumb.” Shadow Milk grimaced. He didn’t notice the blueberries were drugged. He didn’t even try to smell them or check them. He had blindly trusted, and now here he was.

“You deserve a punishment for falling for such a simple trick.” Suddenly, a knife flashed in the dim light of the cold stone basement, and Shadow Milk watched as his hair fell to the ground. The men chuckled around him.

“You look prettier with short hair. Good thing you make a good dolly for us. I was worried I would have to get a woman.” The other men snickered at the remark while Shadow Milk felt sick. One of the men suddenly walked forward and grabbed his face, pulling him closer.

“A pretty woman obeys. If she has short hair, it’s easier to pull on it. And we can’t forget, that her lips must be perfect for kissing.” Shadow Milk tried to pull away, only for the man’s face to smash onto his, kissing him ruthlessly. He squirmed, trying to get away as he was assaulted.

The man finally separated the kiss, letting go of the jesters face. Shadow Milk went limp, panting. “Alright. We’re gonna leave. It’s about damn time we sleep. Have fun down here. I hope ya like the cold.” With that, the men left, locking the door to the basement.

Shadow Milk sat there in the chair, shivering slightly. His clothes had been torn up into rags, and his soul jam had been taken away from him. Deep cuts oozing jam were scattered all over his body. Bruises slowly formed from all of the abuse he had just suffered. He curled up the best he could, trying and failing to shield himself from the cold.

There he sat for hours, trying to think of a way to get out of his situation. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps and the basement door unlocked. Loud talking and heavy steps filled the air as the five men from before entered the room.

In their hands were multiple different things. A towel, a bucket of water, a whip used for horses, and what looked to be a taser. Shadow Milk stared at the new things. The men set down the items onto the rickety old table in front of Shadow Milk.

One of the men moved forward and grabbed Shadow Milks face, turning it from side to side. “Good. Our dolly looks just as we left her.” Shadow Milk grimaced, glaring at the men in front of him.

“Aw. She’s so adorable when she’s mad.” One of the men said, prompting the others to laugh. “If you’re good today we’ll let ya drink some water.” The man in front of him said, gesturing to the bucket of water. Shadow Milk gulped, staring at it. He was rather thirsty, and even he couldn’t survive without water. He didn’t particularly need food that badly, but water was no exception.

“Alright, let’s get these questions rolling.” One of the men said, picking up the taser. Shadow Milk gulped and lowered his head in fear. This was going to be a long day.

Chapter 2: Broken

Summary:

Pure Vanilla looks for his partner while Shadow Milk goes through it.

Notes:

Mb gng

Pure Vanilla slowly made his way out of the stall he had been dragged to. He looked up to try and find his partner, only to see absolutely nothing. No trace of him at all. Worry quickly took over Pure Vanilla and he quickly started to search the area for his partner.

After a while of backtracking and searching, he decided to sit down and take a small break. Night had fallen by now, leaving everything dark. Just then, a rather large man came and sat down on the bench with the ancient.

“Oh my. You don’t look too good. Are you alright your majesty?” The man suddenly said. Pure Vanilla blinked, surprised. “Yes, I am doing fine! It’s just my partner has suddenly vanished and I can’t seem to find him.” He said, fidgeting with his staff.

“What does he look like?” The man asks, tilting his head. Pure Vanilla felt uneasy around the man. He was large, a lot bigger than him or Shadow Milk. “Well, he has long hair with eyes in it, blue dough, and a jester costume on. He also has sharp teeth and mismatched blue eyes.” The ancient explained, looking back up at the strange man.

They stared at each other before the man said something. “Oh I know where he went! He walked off into the forest. Looked high or something. Here, I’ll show you where he went.” The man said, quickly standing and grabbing Pure Vanillas wrist. He tugged the ancient through the forest, almost running.

The vanilla cookie stumbled a few times, struggling to keep up with the large man. “Come. We’re almost there.” They came to a stop in a large clearing, and the man let go of Pure Vanillas wrist.

The ancient turned in a full circle, trying to sense any traces of magic. He gulped at the uneasy feeling that grasped him. “How about I show you where he actually is?” Pure Vanilla felt chills go up his arms at the man’s words. He quickly threw up a forcefield, blocking any attacks that came his way.

A few small pellets of what looked to be blueberries hit the barrier. Pure Vanilla gasped, remembering the blueberries Shadow Milk had eaten.

“Drat. Someone break that stupid shield!” The man in front of him yelled. A few spells hit the shield, and Pure Vanilla grimaced. He wouldn’t let these people take him like how they had taken Shadow Milk.

He winced at the feeling of his Souljam burning, realizing that it was nearby. He turned to see one man in the trees holding it out. “You want this back? Then come with us.” The man shouted. Pure Vanilla grimaced, knowing this was a trap. He didn’t know their intentions, but he knew they were dangerous.

“Where is Shadow Milk?” The men laughed at his question, looking at each other. “Ya think we’re gonna say where our dolly is? Not happening.” One man said, chuckling and shaking his head. The ancient huffed, annoyed.

He stood there ready for more attacks, when suddenly all of the men ran off into the trees after sharing a look. Pure Vanilla froze, watching them run away. He lowered his force field, only to feel a sudden wave of fatigue hit him. He must have used too much magic searching for Shadow Milk. He stumbled, breathing heavily. Slowly, he made his way out of the forest and back to the castle. He couldn’t find Shadow Milk while it was dark.

He entered the shared room, wishing for his bluebird to come back and hug him.

 

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Shadow Milk screamed out again when the taser was pressed to his neck. He thrashed as the electricity burned him. Finally, after what felt like forever, the electricity vanished. He panted, sweat running down his forehead.

“Just tell us already kid. Why were cookies made? Come on. You know this.” Shadow Milk shook his head. He wouldn’t say anything. One of the men grumbled, roughly grabbing his now shoulder length hair and shoving his face down into the bucket of water. He squirmed, trying to keep his head above the surface of the water, but failing and the hand pushed him down further.

Just as he was about to run out of air, his head was pulled up. He gasped and coughed, shaking. They let him sit for a few seconds before his face was hit with the small whip. He yelped out, feeling fresh blood ooze down his face from his forehead.

“Answer our questions idiot. We’ll let you go if you do.” One of the men said. Shadow Milk squeezed his eyes closed, and finally broke.

“Fine. Fine I’ll tell you everything. Just stop.” Shadow Milk said, his voice cracking. The men cheered, fist bumping each other. “Alright. First question. Are you a girl?”

“No. I’m not. I’m male. I have female genitalia though which allows me to wear more feminine clothing.” The jester responded, his head hanging low.

“Are you a virgin?”

“Yes…” He was shaking. He knew it.

“Why do you have that mark over your eye?” One of the men asked from the back. The others groaned. Shadow Milk looked up, surprised at an actually normal question.

“I had the marking on my forehead when I was the Fount of Knowledge. It switched to over my eye after my corruption.” He explained. The man nodded, humming.

“What type of magic do you use? Is it true you can use all kinds?” Shadow Milk blinked owlishly. These questions were normal luckily, so he answered with no hesitation.

“I use Dark Moon Magic. I can use all kinds, though some elements like Light are uncomfortable for me.”

“Is it true that your dough is fragile?”

Shadow Milk didn’t reply, rather nodded. The rest of the men huffed at the questions.

“Ask actually useful stuff. His marking or powers aren’t important.” One of the men said the other more curious one. “How about this? Can us common cookies use the Souljams powers?” The man leaned it, narrowing his eyes.

“No. You can’t. If a common cookie were to hold the power of the Souljam, they would crumble from the overwhelming amount of power.” The men huffed at his response.

“Now. Final question. Why were cookies made?” Shadow Milk ducked his head lower.

“You don’t want to know.” The man growled and grabbed his hair roughly, pulling his face up to see them.

“Answer the question or you get tased again.” Shadow Milk gulped, before answering hesitantly.

“Cookies were made to be eaten.”

Silence followed. His head was released and suddenly the sound of rope being cut echoed. Shadow Milk opened his eyes to see the rope that had bound him had been cut away, leaving him free of the suffocating bonds. He rubbed his wrists gingerly, wincing slightly at the pain.

Just as he looked up, he was grabbed by his hair again and shoved to the ground. He grunted, trying to look up at the men.

“What a stupid answer.” The one holding him down said. Suddenly, his head was lifted then smashed into the ground violently. The man did it multiple times, leaving Shadow Milk more dizzy every time.

The finale hit against his head left him seeing stars. He felt something warm and sticky ooze from the side of his head. His vision swam and his thoughts seemed to be stuck in sludge. He groaned, shifting a bit.

Shadow Milks arms were grabbed and tied behind his back again, this time even tighter than before. His legs were left alone, but there wasn’t much we would be able to do anyway.

The men were talking, but he could barely process what they were saying. A small clink resounded in the room and Shadow Milk cracked his eyes open to see his soul jam now laying in the corner of the room. The men had seemingly left, leaving Shadow Milk injured and bleeding.

He groaned, his head throbbing. Every limb felt heavy. Slowly, he closed his eyes. A little nap wouldn’t hurt.

Notes:

I posted this while in school.

Chapter 3: Safety

Summary:

Heh

Pure Vanilla was immediately up the moment the sun rose. He rushed outside and beelined it to the Crows In. Pushing the door open, he immediately spotted Black Raisin Cookie sitting at the counter with a raisin bun.

“Black Raisin! I need your help.” The cookie in question turned around, an eyebrow raised. “What is it? Did something happen?” She questioned, standing up after finishing her bun.

“Shadow Milk Cookie has been kidnapped as of yesterday and I need your help to track him. I’m afraid of what they might do to him.” Black Raisin gasped, her expression immediately going from shock to stern determination. “Very well. Lets go.”

The pair ran out of the building and immediately went to where Pure Vanilla had fought off the strange men. “This is where that man led me. I don’t know what they wanted, but they had Shadow Milks Souljam.” Black Raisin grimaced, sending one of her crows up into the air to scan the area.

“We better hurry. Shadow Milk is most likely defenseless. Even an immortal cookie like him can be weakened to the state of nearly crumbling.” Pure Vanilla bit his lip, nodding at Black Raisins statement. The two quickly began to search the forest, looking for anything that could hint to where the jester was.

The crow Black Raisin had sent flew back down and crowed, gesturing for the two cookies to follow. The ran quickly, coming to a stop in front of what looked to be an abandoned house.

“I think this is it.” Black Raisin said, carefully opening the door. The floorboards creaked as they walked, and came to a stop in front of another door. Black Raisin tried the handle, only to find it locked. She turned to Pure Vanilla who quickly used a spell to unlock it. The two cautiously descended down the stairs.

They ended up in a pitch black basement, the smell of jam heavy in the air. Pure Vanilla lit up his staff, only to gasp and nearly drop it when he saw what was in front of him.

There Shadow Milk lay on the cold ground, covered in bruises and cuts. His hair was cut short to his shoulders, his clothes were completely scraps, and a puddle of blood surrounded his head. He was pale and thinner than usual. His hands were tied behind his back and a metal band sat around his neck.

Pure Vanilla ran forward and crouched next to his partner. “Shadow Milk? Shadow Milk please wake up.” The vanilla cookie felt for a pulse and exhaled when he felt the weak thumping of his heart. “Pure Vanilla Cookie. I found his Souljam.” Black Raisin walked over holding the crystal and handed it to him. He nodded in thanks and quickly got to work on freeing his lover.

Pure Vanilla grimaced when he saw the rope burns and the blood and bruises. He let out a bit of magic, soothing most of the smaller cuts and bruises. The blueberry cookie stirred, groaning. His eyes fluttered open and he looked up at the cookie above him.

“Nilly?” Shadow Milk whispered, a small smile forming on his face. “Yes it’s me. Shh. Don’t try to move. You might have a concussion.” Shadow Milk snorted, shifting slightly.

Pure Vanilla quickly grabbed the jester and held him bridal style, ignoring the blood that was now smeared on his robes. The blue cookie giggled and shoved his face into his partners chest.

“Mmmm… ur warm…” Shadow Milk slurred out, rubbing his face slightly into the soft fabric. Pure Vanilla chuckled at Shadow Milks antics, knowing well enough that his actions were because of the concussion he suffered.

They made their way out of the building and back to the castle. Shadow Milk had his wounds treated and was told specifically to not do anything reckless. The blue cookie had just sighed and smiled tiredly.

Now, the two lay together in bed, Pure Vanilla hugging the jester. Shadow Milk closed his eyes and smiled. Maybe having a concussion wasn’t so bad after all.

Notes:

I did this in two days.

Notes:

Um. So yeah. Cough. Here ya go. Mb.

 

Shadow Milk: Oo a blueberry
Also Shadow Milk: Those damn blueberries cursed me

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 5 of Cookie Run Short Stories/Oneshots