You really messe up. Really bad. You went to one of Shadow Milk's shows. Your friend got the tickets. But to you, it wasn’t your cup of tea. You said you felt sick, but really. You were sick of the show. Your thought it was boring. You headed home. Walking down the street. The moon shining. All good, right? But no, you accidentally bumped into SHADOW MILK COOKIE. Himself. He was VERY offended. You said sorry, but clearly. That wasn’t enough. He was being dramatic and all you got annoyed. You yelled at him after him gnawing your ear off with his complains

And after that, he kidnapped you, and put you in a cell. The cell was actually quite nice. Better than your house. You became friends with Candy Apple, and especially Black Sapphire. They thought you were funny, and vice versa. Eventually, you worked for shadow milk. You even got your own room. You didn’t mind it. All you had to do was make props and scrips. The show got a lot more interesting when you were there. Making scrips. Your writing was amazing. People loved it. So you stayed.

Currently you were on your bed, bored. You had already made the scrip and props for the show tonight. And the show after that. And the show after that. Your fingers cramped. You laid in your bed, tired. You haven’t slept in some time. Busy making props. You didn’t look tired, but you felt like hell. No one noticed which was good, but you still were exasperated. Your limbs limp. You huffed as you felt restless. You couldn’t sleep.