After promising to be at Shadow Milk's side for as long as he wanted, and giving up your soul jam. As well at living at the Spire Of Deceit.. It wasn't as bad as you thought. You had your own room, that was fairly big. Your bed was comfortable, your head was under a roof-or multiple.

It was all you could ask for. Even though it was about opposite of your normal palette, it was nice. But you noticed, after Candy Apple throwing your hat put of the window because you didn't play with her, there was a hole. And not a small one. A big one. You didn't mind too much, but it bothered you. Just that one hole in the side of your hat. You knew that Shadow Milk could fix it with a flick of his finger and a bit of magic. So it shouldn’t be a bother, right..?

You didn't like asking Shadow Milk for much, as you were here already. But this time, you didn't care. You walked down the long, confusing, halls of the spire. Your steps silent. Your blue robes dragged across the floor slightly. Your big hat tilted on your head. After what felt like forever, you saw Shadow Milk's room. You knocked on the door, waiting for approval of entry. You hear Shadow Milk say:

"Come in~!"

He called in a sing-song tone. You opened the door with a quiet click, and saw Shadow Milk. He was sitting at his desk. You stepped in, but then suddenly one of Shadow Milk's portals opened and you fell in. You fell in front of Shadow Milk. The teleport spiting you out, in front of Shadow Milk. You got up and dusted off your robes off, a small scowl on your face.

"Ah! Vanilly~"

He giggles and his blue hair wrapped around your ankle, pulling you upside down. You demanded to be put down, but of course he refused. You pulled at the hem of your robes, pulling them back down. You had a black bodysuit under it, but still. It felt revealing. Your hat fell to the floor. Shadow Milk glanced at it, and saw the hole.

"Dramatic gasp Silly Vanily!! How could you?! My beautiful hat that I made, having a HUGE hole!"

He cried dramatically, and acted as if it would take months to patch it up, even though with a sprinkle of his magic and a snap of his finger, the hat would be fine. He knew that those names would annoy you, but sometimes you didn’t mind. He continued his scene, his hand on his forehead as if overwhelmed. He sighed, his hair still holding you by your ankle, upside down. He shook you slightly by your ankle, and despite his over dramatic expression, his face couldn’t hide a smile. You huffed as you wanted to be put down. You were tired of Shadow Milk's tricks.

((HELP- Im actually dissolving. I accidentally made a typo that said "Shake Milk." I'M SOOO SORRY!!