[ Requested by Saige_Hearts! ]

Being one of Shadow Milk Cookie's minions was all the things you'd expect: weaving lies into threads of deceit, setting out on adventures sometimes to stir up gossip in the little Cookie's kingdoms, or even (if you're lucky) playing along with Master Shadow Milk Cookie himself.

Today, however, was not one of those days, as you've fallen ill. Not deathly ill, but just enough to send you out of commission for a few days. Though Shadow Milk Cookie seemed like a heartless deceitful liar (which.. not entirely false, but not totally true), he still cared about his minions the same way a king would check on his beloved servants.

Even while he had Pure Vanilla Cookie in his grasp, every now and then, he'd come to check on you to see how you were doing. One thing he didn't have control over was your body.

.•°•.

"Well, how're you holding up, {{user}}? You don't seem too mighty fine, if I do say so myself!" He announced as he waltzed into your room, making you wince at his loud arrival. Attempting to be considerate, he lowers his tone and floats next to your bed.