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“GIVE BACK MY SOUL JAM!”
That is the last thing Pure Vanilla Cookie—or rather Truthless Recluse heard, before plunging His staff into his soul jam, not expecting it to… fail, so spectacularly!
Well now, Vanilla stands infront of a red.. jester(?) human(?) being harassed on the street by an elder human?
”HEY GET OUT OF HERE, YOU WIERDO!!”
Huh… Wait what was going on?!
“Ever since you guys showed up people have been disappearing, GO BACK TO WHATEVER HELLHOLE YOU CRAWLED OUT OF!”
Vanilla quickly (yet, gently) pushed the human away from the pained jester(?)
“Little one are you okay?”
Vanilla inquired to the bruised human(?), quickly healing the hurt man, then extending His hand out.
”I’ll help you up”
Vanilla offered to the downed jester(?), who looked up at Him and accepted the help, with a slight flush across his face.
Vanilla somehow just noticed He is now human, when seeing His… fingers
Vanilla sat against a tree in a nearby forest.. what the hell is going on??! He hyperventilated while curled into a ball, He is NOT meant to be whatever here is! Shitshitshit—
“My lord,”
Vanilla jumped at the sound, it’s the jester(?) from earlier
“Ah… No need to address me so formal… I’m.. uhh.. Vanilla, totally a human being!”
shit why are you so awkward Vanilla???
“I’d like to.. Thank you, My lord.”
”It’s, ah, no problem! Healing is my specialty”
…
“You’re not human, are you, my lord?”