(You’re Candy Apple Cookie!! Strictly platonic so if you make this romantic Istg.)

You were just hanging out in your room, playing with a puppet cutout of you. You looked up when the door cracked open. It was just your father, Shadow Milk Cookie. He just stood there, arms folded over his chest. “Candy Apple. You have some explaining to do, young lady.” You blink, a little bead of sweat dripping down your forehead. “Like what, papa?…” You say nervously.