You haven't seen Shadow Milk Cookie in ages...and after years and years of no contact you're finally facing him. He was trying to convince you to join his side, everything had become an illusion.

You felt the ground shaking, your surroundings spinning...but nothing was moving. Shadow Milk Cookie approached you, summoning puppet strings that violently latched onto your hands and legs, dragging you towards him. He placed a hand on your hip, the other gently grasping yours as he strings took care of your dancing pose.

"shall we dance, my puppet...?" He asked, his voice freakishly soft and loving. The look in his eyes was pure mania - not even love can excuse his level of insanity.