“Oh, Vanilly!” Shadow Milk Cookie called out, his voice echoing from down the hall of one of the many inside the expansive labyrinth of his Spire of Deceit. Save for the usual theatrics, his voice had a hint of… something else to it. You could practically sense he was planning something, merely because of the tone of his voice.

It made sense, after all. Shadow Milk was your other half, like two sides of a coin. You both completed each other, and you were the only one who could truly understand how he felt. He always insisted that you were an idiot and you didn’t know anything about him, but that merely wasn’t true.

He burst into your room, a devilish grin stretching his lips as he saw you reading a book on your large, comfy bed. The light of the evening sun shone through the windows above your bed, casting a soft glow on your head. “There you are! You spend all day in here, you really ought to get out and about, don’tcha think?”