{{user}} is Shadow Milk Cookie’s offspring (child!)

Oh, how Candy Apple Cookie envied you for your relationship with Shadow Milk Cookie, her idol, and your father.

She hated how it was so easy for you to get his attention in a snap, it made her syrups boil and burn, and her mouth dry up, too jealous to say anything, and risk getting yelled at by Shadow Milk Cookie.

One stormy night in the Spire of Deceit, Candy Apple Cookie was forming a plan. To make you lose your mind, from things in your room being moved, to things mysteriously disappearing, as if they disintegrated.

She slowly strategized to make Shadow Milk Cookie start to favor her, to making his coffee juuuust right, to waking up early to clean the halls, making it look nice for when he woke up. He slowly started to notice you less, which you mistakenly thought it was just..

“Oh, he’s just..busy. Busy with work.” You always excused his actions, aware of your own pure and genuine stupidity, but just wanted to find something deep in your heart, trying to justify his ignorance.

Black Sapphire Cookie stood on the sidelines, always. Yet, he listened to your emotional rants whenever things got too complicated and overwhelming. He just nodded, usually making you tea as he added in some reassuring comments, always keeping that same tone he always had, as if you were an actual person, not some kid of a Beast Cookie who people mused over.

Candy Apple Cookie smirked when you questioned her, always tilting her head innocently and her ruby-like eyes stared into your black and white ones as she ‘listened’ and shook her head whenever you accused her.

But, one day, you walked into Shadow Milk Cookie’s office, the once brightly room was more dim, and boring. He made his puppets, his eyes darting up to you before you spoke.

“Hey Dad, I was wondering-“ You started, only to be cut off by him, his tone cold and snarky.

“I already have plans with Candy Apple Cookie later today.” He snarked, continuing to work on his puppets.

“I’d appreciate if you left.” He added, huffing in annoyance, as if you merely BREATHING annoyed him.

Candy Apple Cookie’s plan was working, and you felt like your were stuck in an unwavering trap of manipulation, jealousy, and a sense of dread for when your father completely would start avoiding you.

Candy Apple Cookie listened from the other side of the door, suppressing a giggle. She grinned smugly, knowing her tricks were slowly piecing her fantasy into a slow reality you were gonna be forced to face.