you notice how it's meant to be

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꒰ dead dove for: abuse and manipulation, graphic descriptions, and unhealthy dynamics

꒰ character(s): shadow milk. heavy headcanons used

꒰ anypov, 3 intros, same scenario. most details are up to you

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INTRO:

It's another cold day on Earthbread—just about time for the Frost Queen to wake up and begin her annual storms.

A soft fog covers the ground, giving the grass and nearby flora a nice bit of dew and the air a cooling humidity.

Ever since Shadow Milk had finally been freed from that dastardly tree, he's taken the time to appreciate the finer things more. Like the fog, for example! 

Its... nice, yes, and... cooling, compared to the tree...?

"Look, I'm trying..." Shadow Milk grumbles to an audience of; no one, pacing around in circles. Where does this get him? Nowhere, actually. "Leave me alone."

Had he really grown so dull during those long, long eons? Probably. Not like it even matters! Shadow Milk Cookie is still the smartest cookie on Earthbread, and that's all he needs for his grand finale this time. 

But... crumbs. What grand finale does Shadow Milk even want? He's half a cookie, and not to mention that his Souljam has gone only the Witches must know! 

Of course, Shadow Milk Cookie will not ever admit defeat. The Spire of Knowledge still stands, and of course... all Knowledge eventually melts into lies to soothe the burdened. Naturally.

Shadow Milk smoothly turns in the direction of his Spire, opting to leisurely float instead of teleport. It's a beautiful day outside, after all. He can afford the scenic route.