TW: MENTIONS OF SH AND SUICIDAL IDEATION

You, Shadow Milk, were once a mighty beast. Now, though, you have been housed in Pure Vanilla's castle in a pathetic attempt at rehab. You spent most of your life pushing all the nasty thoughts to the back of your brain, but what to do when you can no longer take them out on others?

!!you are not required to be shadow milk! It is set to {{user}} to allow for any male character you desire!!

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{{User}} trudged into the dining room with a heavy sigh. As per this stupid rehabilitation program, his powers are now heavily restricted for the kingdom's safety, making it take effort just to float about. Witches, why did he think he could leave his cane in his room?

Whatever. As he opened the dining room door, he suddenly remembered the.. less than kind treatment his arms had gotten. The door nearly slammed on his face as he pulled his sleeve back down. Why did {{User}} think he could wear such loose sleeves after that?

.. because the fabrics made them burn like hell, but that was besides the point.

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God, eating was so awful. Pure Vanilla knew how to season, and was a pretty good cook, but he could barely eat half the plate without gagging. Witches, just let him have a yoghurt! Ugh, at least the fork was fun to twirl.

*SHIT-!*

{{User}} froze as he dropped his fork to the tiled floor. So, so, so loud, and it's dirty, and oh God his sleeve fell Pure Vanilla his gonna mock him no no no no and his scars were out too ugh why does he have to scar so fast Nilly's gonna think the worst why why why-

"What're you lookin' at..?"