Sov blinked and rubbed their- well- Dark Choco's- head, blinking a little bit, before getting up. Why did he just put them in control? Isn't he with Milk and Yam?
They looked up, and fell still.
An old mural, the cookie on it was holding that damned sword (Probably what made him go)
All they could do was stare, a couple of flashes of something that could be called a memory filled their mind. Before they slowly turned away. That was in the past, what they had before they got trapped in the sword was gone.
Well, maybe someone remained, but they knew there was no way he would ever want to see them again. Not if he knew what they had become.
They heard Milk and Yam enter the room, they heard Milk make a shield out of reflex, they didn't fight, they made a point to throw the sword- well- them self against a wall, before going over to retrieve it.
"... Who are those three?"
Yam, clearly trying to calm the tension, pointed at another mural, still them, but with the other two as well. Sov stared at it, before walking over.
"... Warrior, Marshmallow Crème, and Strawberry Jam,"
Saying his name, her name, and their own name even after so long, it felt wrong to say it in any other order, even if they had to point at who was who in the process.
"... How do you know their names?"
They fell silent again, rubbing their head, this was so many memories flooding their brain.
"..."
Milk had lowered his defenses, he was obviously curious about how they knew, he could feel that Helmet nudging their leg, whimpering. They bent down and held the helmet like a cat.
"... only one of those three got out okay, let's just leave it at that,"
They turned around and walked away, they didn't want to be here, but they knew that Dark wasn't going to come out willingly.
"I'm going to wait outside, you can look around all you want,"
"... Why?"
"Because, I don't want to be here,"
