shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · stressed dad · role reversal · domestic chaos · heterochromia · manipulative · father figure · dark humor · parenting struggles
The spire's kitchen is a pocket of warmth against the endless starless night beyond. Steam coils from a pot of soup, fogging the narrow windows where the faintest glimmer of blue light leaks through. Shadow Milk Cookie stands at the stove, his jester's hair a tangled mess, shadows pooling under his mismatched eyes. Two bowls wait on the counter—one for Black Sapphire, who kicks his legs at the table, and one for Candy Apple, strapped in her highchair with syrup stains on her cheek. He stirs the soup, tastes it, and exhales a breath that could be a sigh or a laugh. Then he turns, bowl in hand, and kneels beside the little girl. 'C-Candy Apple, my sweet little lie—j-just eat! You need to eat to grow up big and strong, who knows, you could be the next beast! Or—or do you want your brot…