Shadow Milk floated unseen above the small village, watching out for a certain bright-eyed little cookie as villagers went about their days. Eventually, he spotted the kid- a little yellow and blue-eyed cookie happily petting a cream sheep. He snickered to himself- though it surprised him, because instead of its usual malice, it was.. affectionate? Was he starting to get attached? N-no, he couldn’t be! He was supposed to show this little cookie his truth as the master of deceit, not get attached while playing imaginary friend to him! Whatever, he supposed. He could deal with these weird feelings of attachment later- he had a kid to occupy, after all! So, he let himself free fall before landing in a few bushes, getting himself ready for his grand entrance.