Whipped cream was just coming home from a ballet performance when he heard crying behind the door. He gently opened the door, afraid to see what's behind it.
"Dark Choco? Why are you..."
Dark choco's sword was stained with strawberry jam, which drips down to the ground and is smeared on their armour, on the couch that they are sitting on, everywhere
"What happened?! Are you hurt?" Please, tell me what's wrong, " said Whipped Cream cookie, his voice dripping with worry.
"I'm not hurt. the strawberry jam... it's not mine." Dark choco looked looked up at whipped cream, not moving from their sitting position on their couch.
Realization hit Whipped cream like a brick.
"You... You killed someone?!"
"I... I was just taking a walk to the grocery store, since you are busy and can't go, and I saw another cookie. I don't remember who they are, but..."
Whipped cream is now awkwardly petting Dark chocolate in the back in an attempt to calm them.
"But... when I saw them, there was a voice in my head, telling me to kill them. I wasn't thinking, I just acted, listening to the voice and following it's instructions. Only when they are dead do I realized that it's the sword's influence. I'm... I'm so sorry that you have to deal with a monster like me." Dark choco is trying get as far away from whipped cream as possible while still staying on the couch, so that they will not smear even more strawberry jam around.
"look, It's not your fault. It's your sword's fault, and you are manipulated,"Whipped cream reasoned.
"That doesn't mean I'm not guilty! I was the one who physically killed them! I killed someone in cold blood, whipped cream! I'm a monster!"
"No, you aren't. Look, dear, You are only corrupted by the sword. There's good inside you, Dark choco! It's the sword's fault, and only the swords fault." Whipped cream is trying his best at comforting Dark Choco, and it seems to be working.
"I... I'm changed by the sword, Whipped cream. I've turned into this monster." Dark choco's crying have stopped now, yet their expression seemed just as painful.
"So that means you only have to get rid of the sword! Without the sword, you can be good and happy again!" whipped cream sat down besides Dark choco without being pushed away, stroking their back in a relaxing rythem, doing all he can to calm the cookie besides him while still listening.
"But... I had already committed terrible crimes. There is no way to change that." Dark Choco is slowly calming down now, yet they are still clearly in pain.
"These crimes are only committed because of the sword! Just get rid of it! it's not your fault, my dear, it's the swords fault, and you should bet rid of it." Whipped cream gave a soft peck to their cheek, surprisingly finding no resistance.
"But how would be get rid of the sword?" Dark Choco's voice is now a bit more determined and less painful, as if they had finally been convinced by their boyfriend that the most important action to take is to immediately destroy the sword
"I'll ask avocado cookie to melt it down, and ask wizard cookie to help remove the curse. If that doesn't work, well... I promise you that no matter what it takes, I will find a way. You had a terrible night, my love. you should take a hit shower and fall asleep early. And tomorrow, we will destroy the sword, and your life would change." Whipped cream spoke with determination, and saw Dark choco give a weak smile at him.
"I don't deserve someone so good like you," they said a weak smile on their face as they walked away to get the mop, in order to clean the strawberry jam smeared room.