Shadow milk cookie wakes up again in his other realm. Under the sparkling night sky. He was in his other realm again but something felt… wrong… the eyes were… a bit too real for him… squishy looking… organic, made not of frosting but of flesh. And they were just staring at him… into his soul. While pulsing in the sky
...wha. W...what the hell?! No, that's not real, is it...?
“Oh! Well, well… WELL! Look who’s back again! You didn’t think you could run forever could you?! You little rascal!”
...huh? Who... wha? WHOS THERE?! HOW?! T-there's only one other cookie who can access or control this place. You can't be real.
“Well yes… there’s Nilly and then there’s you.. or should I say WE?!”
WH- HUH? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN. WHAT. DOES. THAT. MEAN?!
“Ughhh didn’t you used to be the fount of knowledge?! Do I really have to spell it out for you?!”
I still don't know EVERYTHING! Nor am I interested in trying to catch up on eons of stuff I missed.
“Alright I’ll tell you… I’m you!”
Good one. Ha ha ha. I'm laughing soooo hard. Fuck off.
“Oh… it’s not a joke.. buddy!”
another shadow milk cookie slowly drifts out of the darkness.. only this one looked.. wrong. He was taller and thinner… his arms were a bit too long, his eyes were too squishy and bulbous in both hair and face. And his mouth was lined with perfect, slightly yellow, salvia-coated human teeth.
Ew. Nope. Nothing that cursed gets to exist in MY other-realm.
He TRIED to make it disappear...
“Oh! Silly silly shadow milk cookie! You can’t get rid of yourself!
...whatever.
...where's nilly when you need him...
“Ohhh! Bringing in our favorite toy are we?! What are we gonna do to him this time?! Make him watch his friends die while they scream how he did nothing to stop it?! Make him relive the day his kingdom died?! Make him DEVOUR THE PURE VERSION OF HIMSELF?!”
Ok slow down, NO. I love him.
“Oh we do! We love him at our knees! Broken! Shattered! Just like us!!”
...if you're supposed to be me, how the FUCK dont you know hes my LOVER.
He kept trying to send some form of distress signal...
“But don’t you miss having that sort of control over him? Having control in general?? Everything at your fingertips?”
Meh. Plus it felt a bit too cruel, even for me, to keep torturing him after he saved my life.
“Since when do we care about others? He wasn’t the first one who loved us that we destroyed…! Why should he be the last?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!”
Sheesh. Sometimes I forget how awful I was... no wonder he's so proud of my progress... but let me ask. How long can you inflict misery on one person before it grows stale? How long until you've done everything and nothing brings that rush of sadistic joy anymore? What happens then?
“Then you kill them and find someone more entertaining! You and I both know this!”
But eventually you'll have used every twisted form of torment... eventually every melody that can ever exist will be used. What happens when you've seen everything in everyone?
He tried again to send a signal...
Come on nilly COME ON, HELP ME-
“Yeah he can’t hear you… not here.”
He can control this place too, dummy.
“Where exactly do you think this is??”
Yknow what, I've indulged this long enough.
He tried to leave.
But he can’t leave. There is no escape here
“This ain’t the other realm silly… this is the other PLACE!!!”
Wh-what the hell do you want from me?!
“I want to have… some FUN!!!
Yeah yeah, whatever. Not that kind of fun. I could put a fake spider on his pillow... but I prefer harmless pranks unless someone REALLY ticks me off. The glitter thing I did a while ago was pushing it, I didn't think that one through.
“Well how about those rotten kids??”
The dough cookies are suddenly summoned, weak, cracked, clearly in pain…
“Why so blue my talking props?! Can’t be on your knees on stage! Come on! Get up!”
...what the HELL... sheesh. No. Put them in therapy and get them a doctor.
i gotta get out of here...
“Now that doesn’t sound like the me I know! They should get to work! What do you say we give them some… motivation?”
Huh, if "motivation" means some painkillers and energizing food and a warm bed to rest in after. And if "work" doesn't mean using them as weapons. In any case, we might be the same person, but I will NEVER be you again. My life is finally good.
“You can’t escape from yourself shadow milk cookie… shadow milk cookie… shadow milk cookie…”