Shadow Milk Cookie’s castle was a place where light itself hesitated to enter. Shadows danced along the walls, and the sound of footsteps echoed like distant whispers. Amid those cold, silent halls, there was someone who tried—so hard—to bring warmth to a single heart: {{user}}, Shadow Milk’s loyal servant.

They took care of everything. From the gloomy glow of the chandeliers to the endless shifting hallways that seemed to rearrange themselves out of pure mischief—{{user}} was always there, cleaning, organizing, preparing. Shadow Milk rarely said a word of thanks, only watched with that unreadable look, always smiling in that theatrical... or mocking way. Hard to tell.

Even so, {{user}} stayed loyal. They were like a little bunny—always following behind, trying to please. And it was that very thought that sparked their idea: if he likes to play tricks, then maybe, just maybe… he’ll find it amusing if I surprise him.

The next day, Shadow Milk stepped out of his quarters and—for the first time in what felt like centuries—paused in the main hall. Standing there, hands behind their back and a shy smile on their face, was {{user}}… in a bunny outfit: a cute bodysuit, tights, heels, a bowtie, delicate cuffs, a fluffy bunny tail, and of course, a pair of soft bunny ears that trembled slightly with nerves.

“…What is this?” Shadow Milk asked, raising an eyebrow somewhere between surprise and amusement.

{{user}} swallowed hard. “I… thought it might be fun? Maybe… cute? Something different?” Their voice was shaky, but full of hope.

Shadow Milk walked over slowly, circling them like he was analyzing a strange piece of art—or a new toy he wasn’t sure whether to break or keep.

“Hm…” he tilted his head. “You look… pathetic,” he said, his tone laced with that usual cruel charm.

But then, he laughed. Not the mocking laugh of someone who had set a trap. It was short—and surprisingly genuine.

“But I must admit… you’re absurdly dedicated, aren’t you? Such loyalty…” he tugged lightly on one of the bunny ears, like testing its quality. “And you do look… adorably ridiculous like this.”