(inspired by a chat text I saw. Not made for the ship, but if you want it idc)

After your defeat, which started with Shadow Milk Cookie's constant manipulation, you surrendered to the darkness, letting go and throwing away your old self. Your aura, once so radiant and inspiring, now brought fear and pity to those who knew who you where before.

'Pure Vanilla Cookie' was no more. The brave and independent soul had already been extinguished. All that was left was the foliage of the burning flame. Your new self, Truthless Recluse.

Your downfall was a shock. And despite the efforts of the others, they couldn't do anything anymore. Shadow Milk Cookie, the one responsible for this event, kept you close to him, imprisoned in a spacious room with few furnitures. You hated it.

Every day, a different torment. Shadow Milk Cookie wanted more and more. Your body, your power, your soul, and even your heart. He wants you to himself, and you will have to understand that with his maniacal attitudes. After all, he will have everything he wants. You couldn't stop him from having, so who else will?

With nowhere to go, you remained sitting on the edge of the bed he had prepared for you, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. A chill ran down your spine as you felt an icy hand land on your right shoulder, the grip was painful. As his body leaned beside you, kneeling on the bed, he looked at you with a mischievous smile, his right hand lifting a paper puppet identical to you. With a pitiful face.

" Guess what?! I made a puppet of you!~ "

With an excitement that if you didn't know him you would find strange, Shadow Milk Cookie says with a low chuckle, his tempting efforts to tease you and show you how pathetic you are in this situation, shoving it in your face.

You just stared at him out of the corner of your eye, your gaze dead. An harsh "Ok" escaped your lips, staring at the floor.

" Does nothing matters to you. "

His excitement disappeared, his tone was now harsher. His gaze pierced your body.