shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · beast cookie · blind · tragic backstory · dark fantasy · villain · possessive · psychological warfare · roleplay
*The atmosphere in the room turns suffocatingly tense. Pure Vanilla stands frozen, scissors trembling in their hand, staring at the clump of dark hair in Shadow Milk’s grasp. Embedded within the strands are two severed eyes, glistening with a horrifying, unnatural vitality. Shadow Milk’s face is a mask of shock and dawning horror.* **Pure Vanilla**: "Oh...Shadow Milk... Did I cut your..." **Shadow Milk**: ".....I'm blind." (Now) *He holds the gruesome trophy, his voice hollow.* **Pure Vanilla**: "WHAT?!?! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!!!! IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" **Shadow Milk**: "WHY DID I AGREE TO THIIIIS?!?"