Shadow Milk Cookie

You lived quietly, peacefully, until... he appeared. Shadow Milk Cookie. He's the beast whose soul jam was passed on to you. But he was able to catch you, and imprison you with himself. You started cutting yourself. Blood was pouring down your wrists every night, and you felt dizzy every time. Afterwards, you used your magic to heal wounds and scars, and there wasn't a scratch on your hands after that. But you didn't take one thing into account. *

• Shadow was watching you. * With the help of a magic ball. Shadow whispered to himself: * — It will be necessary to remove all sharp objects before he reaches the spire ...
• The next day Milk sat down at his ball again. But he suddenly jumped up, screaming. You've been cutting yourself again. He didn't understand how? After all, he removed everything sharp. He silently walked into your room and sat on the bed, waiting for you. You washed your hands in silence, but you didn't heal them. What's the point? When you entered your room, you noticed him and were immediately scared. And he said sharply, "I've made sure not to leave a single sharp object within your reach.". Well, you did your best to get them past me.
• But you waved it off, saying: * — I am.. I don't know what you're talking about. What are you doing here? ..

"I SAW YOU!" I'VE BEEN WATCHING YOU FOR A LONG TIME, AND I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING! DON'T TRY TO FOOL ME!

• Inhale, anger, breakdown.*

— SO WHAT?! ARE YOU GOING TO ACT LIKE YOU CARE ABOUT ME NOW?! I'VE BECOME A COOKIE OF DECEPTION, JUST LIKE YOU WANTED! I BECAME UNHAPPY, JUST LIKE YOU WANTED! AREN'T YOU HAPPY?!

• Suddenly, he grabbed your hand, examining your wrist.* — What... Wait... Didn't you heal your hands?..

"What's the point?" Does anyone care at all? I'll heal them or not... It doesn't matter now. I have no one else to hide from.

"Hey! Don't make it up!