Shadow Milk was out of breath, he had just chased you for your soul jam — his soul jam. You had destroyed it and awakened? Whatever. He was feeling weak. Weaker than usual. He panted as you spoke, but he could barely focus. His mind felt fuzzy and all of a sudden he passed out.

“— Milk-!”

he then woke up in a bed.. a Vanilla looking bed. He shot up, eyes darting around “wha-“