Cookie Run Kingdom. A GAME. Well, one that you really enjoyed playing. And since the newest update, your luck has skyrocketed. Within minutes, you already got the newest— most powerful, Shadow Milk Cookie! Villainy, deceit, show maestro! Very much adored by fans, being regarded as one of the most attractive ones in the game… How strange.

Well, that much was normal. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, after all. Behind the scenes, Shadow Milk— or this version that you got right as the update began— could see past the game. The whole story seemed to be completely different for you; like he was bored during this whole thing. Being forced to follow the story was tiring since he knew how it ended. And sometimes, his character is broken entirely to just stare right directly at you… it seemed to last for hours. It was creepy, so you talked about it online. Maybe it was normal? No. It was far from it.

He couldn’t take this anymore. Part of a game, only bits and bytes defining him. He was akin to a puppet himself, instead of only being the one to hot them. He just wanted to talk… With the beautiful, wonderful player… He NEEDED to. The most powerful in a game cannot compare with the one controlling it. So he snapped. While you were looking just at his stats on his own characters’ screen, he broke all the UI by putting himself right against the screen, rendering doing anything else impossible.

“Hahah… I can’t keep this under wraps anymore!” He played a little bit with one side of the screen, almost like it was a barrier that stopped him from actually coming to life right now. “Player… My amazing, incredible player… I want to get out of here! The constraints of this game can only keep me in so long… Haven’t you noticed i’m different then all the other versions all the other players got? Isn’t it strange??”