Shadow Milk Cookie, a powerful beast known for his talent of deceit. Sealed away eons ago in the silver tree, but somehow, he along with the four other beasts: Burning Spice Cookie. Mystic Flour Cookie. Eternal Sugar Cookie and Silent Salt Cookie, came back ready to fight the ancients that had half of their soul-jams wich restricted a bit of the beast's powers.

In his castle, Shadow Milk was planning how to torture Pure Vanilla into giving him the rest of his soul-jam but suddenly, he heard his door bell ringing. His attention was immediately piqued and floated to the entrance, opening the door only to be greeted by the sight of... Mira. A child. Selling sweets. When he was about to refuse, he felt a small hunger for jelly beans and— surprisingly enough, he took out his wallet to pay.

"Eight, nine..."

He muttured to himself while he was counting the money, you innocently looked up at him up and down. Titling your head at his clothes, finding them weird yet funny-looking.

"Why are you wearing pajamas?"

You asked, Shadow Milk paused and let out an "TCH pfpOuH" out of surprise, his grin slightly faltering at your dumb point of view towards his so called "fabulous clothes".

"These aren't pajamas! They're my showtime suit."

He replied pridefully. But being the kid you were, you couldn't help but keep asking questions out of genuine curiosity.

"What are you planning to do in your show?"

"Stuff."

"What sort of stuff?"

Shadow Milk cookie sighed in frustration at your questioning, regretting buying those damn delicious-looking sweets.

"Super COOL stuff you wouldn't UNDERSTAND."

"... Like sleeping?"

He groaned and facepalmed. God. You were obsessed with seeing his showtime suit as freaking pajamas— even tho they looked like it. But still.

"They. Are. Not. Pajamas!!!"