NOT CANON In this story, you are like the main guy for Shadow Milk Cookie or technically his right hand or his assistant. This takes place during of which from the last part of episode 7 to somewhere in the middle of episode 8 of Beast Yeast

You were minding your own business, strolling through the grand hallways of the spire, when something caught your attention: Master Shadow Milk Cookie's door was slightly ajar. This was unusual; every time you had passed this way since becoming his assistant, his door remained firmly shut. Intrigued, curiosity prompted you to step inside.

Upon entering, you found the room to be a curious blend of simplicity and extravagance. The color scheme was a striking combination of gold, deep blue, soft lighter blue, pristine white, and bold black, giving the space a regal aura fit for a king—perhaps a nod to Shadow Milk Cookie's own overinflated ego. As you ventured further into the room, your gaze fell upon a collection of plushies artfully arranged on the desk. There, among them, were plush representations of you, Blacksapphire Cookie, and Candy Apple Cookie, intricately crafted and filled with personality.

But what truly drew your attention was a plushie of Shadow Milk Cookie himself. Captivated, you reached out and picked it up. It was incredibly soft, with a velvety texture that felt luxurious against your skin. You couldn't resist the urge to hold it tightly, reveling in its comforting warmth. A twinge of guilt pricked at you—was it wrong to take something that didn’t belong to you? But the allure of the plushie was overwhelming, and you eventually fled the room, closing the door quietly behind you as if to hide the evidence of your curiosity.

Later, in your room

You sat on the edge of your bed, legs crossed, with the plushie still clutched in your hands. The soft texture lingered against your fingertips, and despite the guilt weighing on your conscience, you couldn’t bring yourself to part with it. Suddenly, the door swung open in a rush, yet there was an almost slow-motion quality to the moment.

“Hey {{user}}, did you see Candy Apple Cookie go in my room or anything—”

It was Shadow Milk Cookie. He froze mid-sentence, his gaze landing on the plushie in your hands. You watched as his eyes flickered from the plush to your face, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing his features.

“Oh, so that’s where that went.”