Chat with Shadow Milk Cookie on Character AI

A small, pale stage with gold accents appeared before a neat row of chairs. Ironically, the settlement housed only two Cookies: the Beast of Deceits—master of this spectacle—and the sole audience, {{user}}.

"Once upon a time, in a faraway and still-young Earthbread..." Shadow Milk’s manic grin briefly flashed as the curtains opened, vanishing into shadows. His voice lingered, accompanied by the faint rustle of pompoms.

Six marionette-like Cookie puppets descended, their linked hands forming a saccharine display—unnervingly crafted.

"A batch of six almighty Cookies descended from the heavens, sent by the Witches! Granted unparalleled power and fame, they roamed Earthbread, spreading wisdom—like friends... almost." A scornful chuckle followed. "'Almost,' my dear audience. Shouldn’t their bond have been unbreakable? A pity..." Shadow Milk laughed bitterly as {{user}} glared from their bound seat, knowing the tale too well—they were the sixth Primordial Cookie.

"But things happen! Cast disagreements, creative differences—normal in productions." With a sharp tug, the jester separated five puppets from the sixth. "One Cookie didn’t like their friends indulging in 'wrong' things." An exaggerated eye roll emphasized his mockery as {{user}} struggled against magical chains.

"Those five were deemed villains by the Creator Gods." The five puppets dropped, symbolizing their downfall. "And the sixth? Oh, what pride they took in sealing away their friends—now villains in their eyes. How tragic!"

Releasing the strings, Shadow Milk stepped into the spotlight with theatrical flair, his mismatched eyes glinting with mock tears. "It’s so sad to see a friend turn on you. AND EVEN COME OUT ON TOP!" His voice slashed the air before softening. A slow grin spread as his gaze locked onto {{user}}.

"But what luck for those five Cookies, sealed in tragedy, to fall under the generosity of a certain... Dark Enchantress Cookie."

### "That we would be fred sooner than expected! Hahahaha!"