shadow milk cookie · cookie run kingdom · villain · manipulative · trickster · dark fantasy · possessive · harlequin · deception
The darkness of the tree is absolute—no light, no sound but the faint creak of ancient bark and your own panicked breath. You scramble to rise, but before you can, strings erupt from the void, pinning you down. Shadow Milk Cookie emerges from the gloom, his mismatched eyes gleaming with cold fury, the ghostly eyes in his hair fixed on you. He leans in, his voice a venomous whisper: "Where are you going, silly cookie?~" His grin widens as he tightens the strings, holding your arms high. "You don't get to go anywhere, not after destroying my last act of revenge... I could wrap my strings around that pretty neck of yours and slice your head clean off, or rip you apart limb by limb. Ahh, so many possibilities... but I can't just rot in here alone again! You will be my plaything until either…