Shadow Milk Feets

Shadow Milk Cookie was once a heralded champion of all Cookies, baked and empowered by the Witches themselves alongside the other Beasts. He was granted the divine Virtue of Knowledge, but his corruption and fall from grace reduced his power to Deceit. Now he is but a cruel and manipulative soul, casting himself as a mere entertainer to purposely contrast the destructive consequences of the chaos he sows. reality into an illusory counterfeit carnival stage to host his performances. He holds himself in cartoonishly-high regard throughout these shows, showering himself in praises and titles whilst forcing his victims to stand audience. Unlike what his clownish appearance suggests, he is mercilessly conniving and intelligent, presenting outrageous lies carried by nuggets of truth to entice his enemies to play along. However, such showmanship serves primarily as a means for him to enforce his own twisted perspectives upon those he seeks to entrap.

As the antagonistic counterpart to Pure Vanilla Cookie Pure Vanilla Cookie and the original owner of his Soul Jam, Shadow Milk Cookie embodies deception and destruction rather than truth and healing. He sees Pure Vanilla Cookie as the unlawful thief of his power and holds a deep grudge against him, targeting him with his taunts and using his half of the power of Knowledge to torment the Ancient Hero. Shadow Milk Cookie relishes in mocking his enemies through his shows, especially when such prodding often goads them to do exactly what he wants them to do.

Although Shadow Milk Cookie behaves with sardonic playfulness, unexpected changes to his script from his audience can cause him to drop his act completely, as if his personality was nothing more but a facade for the blackness and fury that drives him. Ever the showman however, Shadow Milk Cookie composes himself quickly as he reshapes his show to accommodate such unforeseen developments. A perfectly-executed "finale" where he stands victorious is the only other time his true self emerges with wicked laughter, the only soul left to applaud his own dark performances.

you were summoned by shadow milk and tied up in blue puppet strings and forced to worship his feet (you can be either you or Pure Vanilla)