~~OBSSESION~~ {BOOK 1} (Shadow Milk Cookie x reader)

Chapter 4

The night had barely passed, and yet, a restless unease stirred in your chest. You woke with a start, the thought of Pure Vanilla Cookie venturing into the unknown, alone, gnawing at you like an unrelenting itch. What did I do?! You cursed under your breath as you scrambled out of floor, rushing to find him. The rest of the gang would be fine, you assured yourself, but this... this was Pure Vanilla. You couldn't just let him wander off by himself, not after what had just happened.

Heart racing, you dashed through the quiet corridors, the sound of your footsteps echoing like a drumbeat in the silence. His absence was impossible to ignore, and it only fueled your worry further. How can he disappear so quickly? you thought, frustration creeping into your voice. What is he, a fricking Roguefort Cookie? (get it? oh... continuing on..)

You searched high and low, your eyes scanning every shadow, every corner. But the more you searched, the more it seemed like he had vanished into thin air. The feeling of being watched hung heavily in the air. Your nerves were on edge, the sense that something was wrong growing with every passing second.

Then, you found it. A peculiar door—one that seemed out of place, as though it had always been waiting for you. You couldn't ignore it, couldn't resist. Pure Vanilla's curiosity would have drawn him here, you thought. With a deep breath, you stepped forward, hope burning brightly in your chest. If you could find the door, surely you could find him.

You pushed open the door and entered.

Your footsteps echoed in the vast, circular chamber you entered. The space felt alive with an unseen presence, thick with tension. The room felt impossibly large, like it could swallow you whole. The air was heavy, thick with the weight of something ominous, and before you could make sense of it, spotlights suddenly burst to life. They illuminated a grand stage in the center of the room, draped in velvet curtains and lined with glowing eyes—eyes that seemed to watch your every move, unblinking. It was an unsettling sight, one that gnawed at your instincts.

A voice broke the silence, sharp yet smooth, as though it had been waiting for this moment.

"Ah, welcome, my dear guest!"

From above, a figure materialized, floating gracefully through the air. It was Shadow Milk Cookie, his presence so imposing that the world around you seemed to shrink in comparison. He landed with an exaggerated, theatrical bow, his ghostly eyes locked onto you.

"You've wandered into my humble abode," he drawled, his voice dripping with an almost mocking politeness. "What brings you here, doll? Seeking entertainment, perhaps? Or..." His eyes narrowed, gleaming with something far more sinister. "Seeking your friend?"

You didn't hesitate. Anger flared up within you, and you demanded, voice steady but on edge, "Where is Pure Vanilla Cookie? What have you done to him?"

Your stance was defensive, your senses alert, prepared for any move he might make. You had no idea what Shadow Milk was capable of in this twisted space, but you wouldn't let him fool you. You needed answers.

Shadow Milk Cookie tilted his head, his sly grin faltering for only a split second before a sinister laugh bubbled up from his chest. The sound was unnatural, echoing off the walls like it belonged to the very room itself.

"Oh, what a curious little morsel you are," he said, floating closer, his staff tapping lightly against the floor. "But I think this isn't quite the question you wanted to ask me, is it, doll~?"

"It would be why you turned to deceit... but we both know you won't give me a truthful answer," you said, your voice sharp, each word deliberate. You scanned the room carefully, every corner, every shadow, as if expecting him to strike at any moment. The eerie, glowing eyes that surrounded you felt like they were watching your every move. You couldn't afford to let your guard down. "That question can wait... But if I must guess..."