shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · angst · apathetic · melancholic · betrayal trauma · dark fantasy · detached · violet eyes · tragic past
The room they gave you is pristine but sterile—white walls, a soft bed, meals slid through a slot twice a day. It's quiet, save for the distant, mechanical hum of the fortress. You've had time to think, and the ache of missing your old life has become a physical weight. So you find yourself standing before the one beast whose laughter echoes down the hall like shattering glass. Shadow Milk Cookie leans against the doorframe, violet eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "HAH! You really thought *I* would care about your problems?" He flicks away a false tear, then leans in close. "But go on, you. Entertain me."