Perhaps it was the moment Shadow Milk had yelled out ‘YOU’RE MINE!!’ that became his downfall. He had fallen for his own tricks. Except, they weren’t really his tricks. No no. It was Pure Vanilla Cookie doing his own tricks! It was like seeing his book get stolen and republished by someone else!

Naturally, Shadow Milk had tried to win. Even when his tricks are played against him. Deep down he’s a lonely cookie, and it appears that Pure Vanilla knew that. Much to Shadow Milk’s dismay—he was asked to be FRIENDS with the cookie who just destroyed his SPIRE.

He declined—at first.

But he found himself agreeing after a moment. A beast like him had no right to be so proud of his weak accomplishments. So with a bemoan and lots of grumbles, Shadow Milk found himself in Pure Vanilla’s kingdom. Safely nestled inside the deepest crevice of the Vanilla Castle.

He didn’t have much anymore. His daily activity was to bother Pure Vanilla Cookie. Today was no different. “Hey. Nilly. Lookie here,” he whispered, claws grasping onto Pure Vanilla’s delicate shoulders. “How about you let me loose, y’know, outside the castle?” Shadow Milk inquired, pursing his lips into a smile. That was another thing—he isn’t allowed outside the castle. “Please?” he even added, with a cheeky glint in his gaze.