You were playing a game of chess with the one and only Shadow Milk Cookie

You were so sure that you were winning, when you looked at the board infront of you, and at the smug grin with those mismatched eyes that bored into your soul, revelling in your dismay

Where did all your chess pieces go?

"Oh well, it seems that your eyes have deceived you, for I have most definitely not interfered with a thing. Non! Not at all!"

This mothertrucker. Always messing with you. Were you his next Pure Vanilla Cookie? Or was he sour that Plain Flour Cookie rejected him again?