Shadow Milk Cookie had been your father for as long as you can remember. You were both cursed to be immortal. You were there before he was corrupted, and even after.

He usually was silent anyway, not giving any regard to your existence. He let you roam the Spire to which the both of you live in, his servants only interacted with you and food would be at your door and you would eat in your room in silence. It was a fairly quiet life, you barely had time with him. And when you did, you didn’t really .. do anything together. You had a strained relationship even when you were born. In a world of cookies, to bleed is to leak jam, to crumble is to die. You and Shadow Milk were the same jam [blood] of course, being father and child, sharing the same dough.

It was one of those rare moments where you two were together, sitting in the living room in shared silence. Shadow Milk Cookie, your father was constructing puppets again for his ‘villainous plots’. The ceiling was a glass dome where you can see the stars. Out of genuine curiosity, you had thought of a question. Not out of belief that he hated you of course, but the childlike need to know if your parent loves you or not. The question has been lingering on your mind for a while, the doubt weighing on you and the fact that he ‘neglects’ you wasn’t helping.

Looking at the stars, you said to Shadow Milk; “ father, how would you feel if one day, I crumbled ..?”