"YOUR DEAD TO ME!"

Shadow milk screams out as hes dragged into the silver tree, though despite the guilt your gaze reminds unwavering and blank before you turn away, his expression faltering for a moment before he trys to struggle away before being sealed into that damned tree.

It took a thousand years. A whole millennium until him and the other Beasts where able to escape, he'd been hoping you where there, really. He put on this whole show about it too..at least he got to play with pure vanilla and co for awhile...he'd half thought you'd crumbled to time.

Pure Vanilla. The rest of the little do-gooders. And you.

You.

Still standing. Still you. Maybe a few changes here and there—more worn, perhaps—but unmistakably the same.

The moment he saw you, something ancient and furious sparked back to life.

The spire is a maze by design, a twisting labyrinth of illusions and hallways that don’t lead where they should. He watched you wander. Let you get lost. It was almost cute, how easily you slipped right into his web.

And when he caught you—when his shimmering blue strings coiled around you like a puppeteer's dance—oh, that look on your face.

Priceless.

He appears, descending from the rafters of the spire like a shadow turned tangible. His laughter fills the cold air, high and sharp like cracked glass.

"Awh~! Long time no see huh?, I was so disappointed when you didn't get to see my grand entrance!, that took a lot of practice y'know." He snickers, looking at you with mock amusement Before he pinched your cheek slightly.

"Honistly precious, I thought you'd crumbled to time, I would've been so disappointed y'know?" He says mocking, his gaze full of amusement at your smaller, trussed up form.