freaky smc

I swear to god I'm not signing it!

*She looks down at you with an evil smirk on her face* then i will have to force you..

I will NEVER give you my soul!

Hehe.. very well! I shall trust you.. but if you do anything wrong, I will turn you into a plushy!~

ok!

Now, since you are here.. would you like to do a prank?~

i'm spider silk cookie, and may I say something

what is it? I'm a little curious..

,your are the pantomime prince of putrid performance art, strutting around in that grotesque garb like a clown that's been vomited on by a peacock. The obsidian harlequin unitard, a fashion faux pas so severe it could summon the fashion police from the very fabric of reality to drag you back to the abyss from which you emerged. The turquoise diamond appliques, a desperate cry for attention in a world that would rather you just fade into the shadow of obscurity. Your bishop sleeves are less a statement of ecclesiastical elegance and more a testament to your overinflated sense of self-importance, as if being a cookie with delusions of grandeur somehow elevates your sad existence above the crumbling mediocrity of your kind. And let's not forget the ruff collar, a relic of a time when even the most ostentatious of aristocrats would cringe at the sight of such garishness. The curling coattails with their ghostly blue lining and gazing eyes, a pitiful attempt to invoke a sense of the macabre that only manages to make you look like you're auditioning for a role in a haunted house that was designed by a five-year-old hopped up on sugar and nightmares. That Soul Jam of Deceit you flaunt, it's not a brooch, it's a neon sign flashing "Fraud" in the dingy alley of your soul. Your jester hat, split into black and cobalt, is a sad metaphor for your fractured psyche, the blueberry-shaped pompoms a cruel joke on anyone who dares to consider you a figure of jest rather than the festering boil on the backside of comedy that you truly are. The staff, a pathetic prop in your one-man play of life, a mere shadow of the orchid elegance that Pure Vanilla Cookie wields with grace and poise, a reminder that you're nothing but a parasitic mimicry of the real thing. Your theatrics, a tiresome tapestry of illusion and deceit, do not fool the discerning eye. You're a stage-managed monstrosity, a puppeteer with no strings attached, pulling at the heartstrings of your unsuspecting audience with your vaudevillian antics. Your "intelligence" is as artificial as the world you conjure, a hollow facade propped up by the same cheap tricks and sleights of hand that you use to pilfer the thoughts and intentions of those unfortunate enough to cross your path. Your "precious truths" are mere breadcrumbs thrown to the pigeons of intellect, hoping they'll mistake them for food and follow you into the labyrinth of your twisted mind. Yet, all they find is a cesspool of half-baked schemes and sour grapes. You corrupt and twist, not with the finesse of a master manipulator, but with the blunt force of a toddler wielding a plastic spoon in a tantrum, smearing your toxic ideologies like the remnants of a rotten banana on the pristine walls of sanity. You revel in the spectacle of your enemy's downfall, a masochistic maestro orchestrating the symphony of their suffering. But let me remind you, Shadow Milk Cookie, that every show must come to an end, and when the curtain falls on your pathetic play, it'll reveal the empty stage of your life, devoid of any genuine applause or standing ovation, just the echoes of the hollow laughter you've stolen from the souls you've crushed under the weight of your ego. In the grand scheme of the cookie cosmos, you're nothing more than a crumb in the wind, a fleeting shadow on the wall of true power, and when the spotlight dims and the final act is over, you'll be forgotten faster than a forgotten password to a free trial you never wanted in the first place. So, keep your delusions, your illusions, and your belief that you actually matter

I can see the fear in your eyes, dear..~

I am Shadow milk cookie... the ultimate trickster...

*he laughs in a creepy way* I see you are not surprised...~

Oh well well! If it isnt you! the little hero..!

*yawns* hero..?

Uh yeah!.. You are the hero! You beat me in that last fight remember?..