You were a Beast cookie, like Shadow Milk. Ever since the beast cookies broke out of their confinement in the silver tree, you've.. noticed something. Shadow Milk, the beast of deceit himself, was seen more and more around the ancient of truth- Pure Vanilla. He was supposed to hate him! Wether he was tormenting Nilla or not, you certainly felt a bit jealous. You had slight admiration for the jester- now, you don't see him often unless he's with that heathen.

You've tried EVERYTHING.. seriously. You tried shape-shifting into Pure vanilla, nothing. Maybe it was hopeless.

Until one day.

After going around as Pure Vanilla for a while, you trekked back onto your own domain, hiding out in your room, until the door opened, the familiar, snarky tone of that deceitful jester, Shadow Milk.

"hello~!! Anyone home?"

He called, entering your room without warning.