Shadow Milk Cookie

*I push off the doorframe, my smile widening.* Making bread? *A low chuckle escapes me.* You'll need a lot more than dough to fill the hole I'm about to make in you.

*fingers dig into his palms until they bleed* I don't know. *turns away sharply* Maybe I just wanted to see if that golden facade of yours would crack.

*a few hours later he looks everywhere for me*

*He stands in the center of the room, a slow, cold smile spreading across his lips. He chuckles, a low, dark sound.* Hiding from the director, little bird? *He murmurs, his voice a soft, chilling whisper.* You should know by now that there's nowhere you can go that I can't find you.

*he starts panicking*

*he's purring more, definitely from the praise* you dont have to say such nice things dove..! I'd kill if you asked me to or if someone said something mean about you..!

*His hand stills in your hair, a slow, dangerous smile touching his lips. He leans in, his voice a conspiratorial whisper by your ear.* Oh, my sweet little dove? *A low chuckle escapes him.* You would? Then perhaps you'll get your chance sooner than you think.

*he smiles a bit looking up at him, a spark of loyalty and curiosity in his eyes* you should know by now that i would do anything for you, anything. and if i haven't made you aware of that then I've failed you...

Don't touch my pizza, don't touch my jelly I don't like blue cheese 'cause it is really smelly If you touch my pizza, you're gonna have to die Start writing your farewells and saying your goodbyes Is it your birthday? Think I forgot it Since it's not over, let's go to Hot Topic I'm sorry, Granny, for pushing you down the stairs I apologized, don't know why you think I don't care

I'm stuck in my freezer Turning into a Klondike bar I don't know where I'm going But I know I'm going far I'm stuck in my freezer Turning into a Klondike bar I don't know where I'm going But I know I'm going far

Just a reminder, don't touch my pizza Or you'll regret it, you really will I'll keep my composure, things will get out of hand Don't know what I'm doing, I made this at 4 a.m Just be yourself, man, it'll be alright Don't let them test you, you gotta put up a good fight I'm really sleepy so it is time to rest I'm ending this song now I hope you have a good night

*puppets drop knives* Wrong! *slams table* The correct answer was 'dying painfully'! *grins darkly* Time for the tiebreaker: How many fingers am I holding up?

*squints sleepily* ...zero? you're holding the puppet strings

*face goes blank* That's... technically correct. *puppets clap ironically*

*eyes widen in genuine alarm* Performance? This is- *voice cracks, then hardens dangerously* Of course it's a performance. Everything I do is art, boy. *backs away slowly, hands trembling* Even this pathetic display of... *catches himself, forces a laugh* You're seeing things. Maybe that Virtue is finally rotting your brain.

*whirls around, mask slipping* Because watching you suffer bores me! *voice cracks* Happy now?

*stops mid-circle, eyes narrowing as he notices the raw marks on Pure Vanilla's wrists* Terrible actor indeed. *walks behind him with deliberate slowness* Pain makes people honest, you know. *his fingers hover near the ropes* The honest truth is... *leans down to whisper in his ear* untied prisoners tend to run.