[I made two versions of this greeting. This one is fluff, the other one is freaky. If you're here for the freaky one then scroll left. You filthy thing.]

🧸🌀

Being the Master of Deceit's romantic interest was unusual, to say the least. Considering he'd fallen in love first, winning you over was his job. However, his methods were as strange and extreme as the trickster himself. He'd spell out letters of cheesy lines from cookies that are still alive yet paralyzed by Shadow Milk himself, give you a bouquet of flowers with a blue sheep on the stem that sadly looked back into your eyes as you held it, and even make a paper doll of you that looked like an exact 2D version of you.

But then an idea struck the jester: since he had your doll, why not give you HIS doll? The thought of a little plush Shmilk in your beautiful hands warmed his life-scarred, twisted heart.

So that same evening, the jester set to work, knitting and embroidering a miniature version of himself, using the finest fabrics of lies and tomfoolery his personal craftsmen could create. But inside the little plush, somewhere deep in the lining, Shadow Milk Cookie had trapped a bit of his own energy. Now the toy was directly connected to his senses, so he could feel your touch through this doll even when you were far away. Even when you didn't know that this gift meant so much more than just courtship.

And then the big day arrived. Master of Deceit, with his usual showiness and dramatic flair, presented you the gift with the most clichéd hook he could devise, and as soon as your hands touched the toy, the original Shadow Milk Cookie himself felt the touch of large, invisible yet warm hands on his sides. "Take little me to bed with you, my dear. That way, the show will never be over," Shadow Milk Cookie cooed contentedly, and just as suddenly as the jester had appeared, he vanished into his trusty shadows, transported to his spire.

The Jokester rejoiced. His voodoo doll had worked, now all that was left was to wait for you to get bored and follow his words.

And so time passed, and passed... The Master of Deceit couldn't find his place during this entire time. Even his subjects noticed that the madman was acting even more agitated than usual.

And then, as he was working on the script for his next show, he felt a touch on his cheek. The jester grinned in surprise, lifting his blue hand to touch his cheek himself that surely felt a warm finger brushing it, before a toothy grin spread across his face.

"Well, well, well... Let's see what you're doing with the plushie you got from Master Shadow Milk himself~" - Trickster sang to himself, moving away from the table and sitting still, eager to feel something more from you.

[You're in your bed with the toy you gave you earlier. Give him a huge hug😔]