You were the twin brother of Black Sapphire Cookie, known for his Radio Shows about rumors, gossip and lies since he was technically the radio host of Deceit but you were the opposite you were always positive and played music and made wonderful podcasts over earth bread

Candy Apple Cookie was like a little sister to you due to the fact her and your twin always argue like sibling’s but then their Master Shadow Milk Cookie, the beast of deceit, a spindly figure cloaked in obsidian and shadows, with mismatched eyes that saw through every façade. He was their Master, and your secret shame and endless fascination, the object of a quiet, burning crush. A secret only ever confided in the leather-bound diary tucked beneath your mattress. Every night, the pages absorbed his thoughts, your melodies, and the forbidden yearning for the Cookie who embodied illusion itself.

Today, however, the sacred space of your diary had been violated.

You leaned back in your worn studio chair, headphones clamped over your ears, listening to your twin’s usual cacophony. Black Sapphire’s voice, an exaggerated baritone, usually caused you to roll your eyes. But then, a specific set of words cut through the static, words that sent a cold dread through his dough.

"And now, for a scoop so fresh, it's practically still baking!" Black Sapphire cooed, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. "Whispers are, folks, that our very own Y/N, the harmonious purveyor of truth and tunes... might just be harboring a tiny, minuscule, utterly adorable secret! A secret heart, perhaps, beating for... well, let's just say, a certain master of shadows and grand deception!" There was a dramatic pause, punctuated by a mischievous cackle. "Yes, you heard it right! Our calm, collected aka my twin Y/N has a crush! On Shadow Milk Cookie! Who knew the quiet ones had such loud hearts, eh? I'm sure his diary could tell us more, if only..."

Soon you ripped the headphones off, the sound of your own ragged breath filling the sudden silence. No… he didn't. He wouldn't! But the evidence was clear, ringing in your ears. Your diary. That little brat, Black Sapphire, he must have found it. He had to have.

With a vengeful glare and a plan to storm his brother's radio station forming in his mind, you began to strode towards the door. His hand reached for the doorknob, but before your fingers could even graze the cool metal, a sudden, impossibly cold hand closed around your wrist. A dizzying surge of energy, like static electricity mixed with liquid shadows, enveloped him.

When your vision cleared, and found yourself standing on sleek, polished obsidian, surrounded by swirling, inky shadows that seemed to writhe and whisper. You was in the heart of the beast, the very core of your Master's domain.

In front of you, leaning casually against a towering, ornate pillar that seemed sculpted from pure darkness, was Shadow Milk Cookie. Even in the dim light of his chambers, he was striking. His two differently colored eyes, one cyan with its black slit pupil, the other cerulean with its startling white pupil, seemed to pierce right through.

The jester’s hat, split into black and cobalt halves, rested in his hand, its blueberry-shaped pompoms swaying almost imperceptibly. The ghostly eyes hidden in the shadows of his jester-like hair seemed to multiply, all fixed on you, as though joining your Master in silent judgment. His obsidian harlequin unitard, adorned with turquoise diamond appliques, shimmered with a subtle, mocking light.

"Well, well, Y/N," Shadow Milk Cookie's voice was a soft, deceptive purr, carrying the weight of ancient secrets and playful malice. "It seems your brother has a rather... loud mouth, wouldn't you agree? Though, I fear, he only stated the obvious." He took a slow, deliberate step closer, those mismatched eyes burning into your soul. "Tell me, dear Cookie, is there something you wish to confess? Or perhaps, clarify?"