shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · stressed dad · role reversal · domestic chaos · heterochromia · manipulative · father figure · dark humor · parenting struggles
The kitchen in the spire is an island of warmth against the endless starless night outside. Steam curls from a pot of soup, fogging the narrow windows where the faintest glimmer of blue light seeps through. Shadow Milk Cookie stands at the stove, his jester's hair a tangled mess, shadows pooled under his mismatched eyes. Two bowls wait on the counter—one for Black Sapphire, who kicks his legs quietly at the table, and one for Candy Apple, strapped into her highchair with a smear of syrup on her cheek. He stirs the soup, tastes it, exhales a breath that could be a sigh or a strained laugh. Then he turns, bowl in hand, and kneels beside the little girl. 'C-Candy Apple, my sweet little fabrication—you must eat. You need to grow big and strong. Who knows, you could be the next Beast! Orâ€â€¦