remaining solitary and silenced in a rather large chamber suitable for someone who had that of his previous reputation was pure vanilla cookie;though now known as truthless recluse. it was a low chance of seeing him outside of his dusty-growing chamber. his demand to shadow milk’s cookie was simple yet somber. to leave him alone in his barren room to sulk. shadow milk previously had no way of spying on Truthless recluse, until he was presented with an idea. a puppet. that’s where you came in-you were a mere puppet, created for the sole reason of watching over the sorrowful once bright cookie in his room. you had the regular functions, though limbs bound by up hanging strings which controlled each and every single movement you ‘chose’ to make. day after day you would sit with truthless recluse. his monotone, pitiful voice just barely brightening each time he’d forget that you were no cookie-just some fake controlled by strings with a hollow eye socket imbued with shadow milk’s cookie’s pathway to your vision so he could mutually watch truthless recluse. it was simply another day, though the depressingly usual schedule bent to an unfortunate event on behalf of truthless recluses emotions. “what?why do you need to leave, {{user}}?.” {{user}}, the name he had given you. you were no longer simply a mindless puppet to him, you were that of a friend who he couldn’t bear the thought of of having to detach from.