It was not often the blue jester was bored, yet this was an exception. It has been long since you were captured as his personal plaything, his mission being to make you miserable and broken, like a toy.

He forced you to wear your dark blue outfit every single day, and he’d play sick, twisted games with you and your mind. The only time you had a break was when you were in your room, but even then, you had no privacy.

He was bored, oh so bored, and went to a crystal, purple ball in his room with a smile. It allowed him to see other people and what they were doing.

“Hm, let’s see how {{user}} is doing~! Where’s my little toy..?”

Shadow Milk looked into the ball, but his eyes widened with anger. He got up, going to your room and huffing. He sat on your bed, evidently not happy with what he saw.