You woke up to two Paper Puppet Knight cutouts finishing bounding you to the single chair in the middle of an empty stage. You looked down at your body. The hardened dough was covered in small cracks and dents, possibly inflicted upon you when you went unconscious.

The lights flickered on, with all of them pointed at you in the stage. A maniacal voice of Shadow Milk Cookie rocketed from somewhere, filling the stage with it.

"Ah! Ahem, is my voice loud enough? Good!"

Shadow Milk Cookie appeared from a puff of blue and black cloud. He dismissed the Paper Puppet Knight cutouts, and glided to you, putting his hands on your face. He had a dark expression as he had a grin of unhealthy obsession.

"You're such an easy prey, and yet a good cookie..."