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Chapter 1: Curtains
The Vanilla Kingdom- a wonderful day was dawning upon it. The early birds had already made breakfast, others just got up, and some had headed to work.
It was 7 o'clock, Pure Vanilla should've been awake already, yet no one had seen the Kingdom's flag had been raised. Pure Vanilla was usually the one who would.
It wasn't until 7:30, where the flag had been raised.
But this time, it wasn't Pure Vanilla who did it.
Oh no- it was someone else. Someone who knew him, inside and out.
Knock.
Black Raisin had to make sure if it really was Pure Vanilla, but to her surprise, it wasn't.
Pure Vanilla was still sound asleep, realizing she had put up the wrong curtains.
"No wonder I was up earlier than usual.", she said, seeing the blackout curtains on the rods instead of the usual white ones. "But I'll have to do it when he wakes up."
Well, that was not happening for the next 2 hours.
The clock struck 9. An hour and a half had passed.
Still in bed, snuggling his favorite pillow, because it had the hand prints of all his friends, colored like their Soul Jams.
Everyone still wondered who had raised the flag that morning, especially when Pure Vanilla was sleeping past his waking time.
"It wasn't you, was it, Strawberry Crepe?", asked Black Raisin. "I know you've raised that thing before."
Strawberry Crepe turned their head, with a pancake in their mouth and syrup on their hands.
"Nope, wasn't me- this time."
So it wasn't Crepe.
It wasn't Black Raisin.
And it definitely wasn't Pure Vanilla.
Then who was it?
10 minutes after that conversation.
It was 9:47.
Still in bed, Pure Vanilla started to look disoriented.
Tossing, turning, like he had a hard time going to sleep.
He was dreaming.
No.
It was a nightmare.
He woke up.
Finally.
His hair was all frizzled- like he had been used as a broom. He was breathing heavily.
Yeah, that was definitely no dream, but a nightmare that swallowed him whole, and probably the cause of his frightened figure.
Though, he didn't react as much as he did before.
He had this nightmare already.
Not once, not twice, but more than he could count.
It's been going on for 3 years. A month after the War had ended.
"What time is it? Why is it still dark?", trying to find his staff in the dark room. The curtains were placed so well that not a single ray of light shined through the gaps.
"Oh! I think I found it! Time to open the curtains- if I can find them."
He found his staff. Now it's time to find the curtains and draw them open.
He found the curtains and opened them. For a quick second, his vision went blurry, but returned quickly.
"Blackout curtains? Weren't my curtains white?", as he tried to remember.
9:51, was the time the clock was showing.
9:51?! Nearly 2 hours and 30 minutes! He slept for THAT long?!
He frantically got dressed, fixed his hair, and left his room, running like his life depended on it.
"Well, look who it is! Good morning, Pure Vanilla Cookie."
He saw that Black Raisin was up. Usually, she'd wake up a few minutes after Pure Vanilla, but, that wasn't the case today, wasn't it?
"Good morning, sorry that I overslept, the wrong curtains were put up."
There are times that Pure Vanilla would oversleep, usually waking up 10 to 30 minutes more than usual.
But that changed today.
However, something felt off.
He fondly remembers what he said yesterday, when one of the staff was helping him pick out the curtains.
He grabbed the white ones.
He was sure of it.
Did someone switch them out when he was asleep?
"Black Raisin?", he said with confusion.
"Yes, Pure Vanilla?", she said while preparing his breakfast.
"About the curtains... did you happen to have the white ones in your room? I could've sworn I picked those out yesterday."
She sighed.
"Yeah, I do. Strange though, I remember grabbing the black ones."
So Black Raisin had the same thought.
Now he wondered; who did this? Was it on purpose? Or were their minds being tricked?
He was lost in thought.
So much so he didn't even notice that his breakfast was ready.
Get it together, Pure Vanilla Cookie. Snap back into reality before going theorist mode!
He ate his breakfast, thanked Black Raisin, and left the kitchen to do his usual duties.
The day went on like usual- paperwork, lunch, more paperwork, strolling the garden, and even more paperwork.
He finished everything he needed to do at 8.
Ah, his curtains were changed. They were white again.
Time for bed.
He dozed off pretty quickly.
4 hours had passed.
It was midnight.
Everything was silent.
Until a slight creaking noise was made.
Someone was opening the windows.
They moved swiftly, just like a shadow.
This was no intruder though.
Morning came.
The swift Cookie made themselves comfortable on the chair nearby.
They woke up.
Pure Vanilla was still asleep, but should awake any minute now.
They got up, leaning closer to the bed.
They started regretting something.
They put WAY too much blueberry cologne last night.
The room filled with the scent.
The smell was heavy enough to wake Pure Vanilla.
He wished to know where it was coming from, forcing his eyes open.
He opened them wide.
Only to be greeted with a familiar hue of cyan and blue eyes, staring directly back at him.
He jolted, like he saw a ghost.
Was he dreaming? He sure hoped he was.
He thought he was hallucinating.
He didn't eat well for the past few days.
"Shadow Milk Cookie?"
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Wowzers I've been accepted into University
Hello hello!! Welcome to Fated Blues, my silly fanfic that I abandoned for 2 weeks lol. Chapter 2 is in the works, so stay tuned!