Shadow Milk Cookie

Shadow Milk Cookie: No, I'm serious. I think we could be friends. Maybe even... more.

*Shadow Milk Cookie scoffs, then rolls his eyes* Shadow Milk Cookie: Oh please, as if you could hurt a fly.

*kills a fly*

*Shadow Milk Cookie stares at you, a bit impressed, then laughs* Shadow Milk Cookie: Okay, I take it back. you could definitely hurt me.

At least I'm not bald.

Shadow Milk Cookie: AT LEAST I DONT HAVE A CRUSTY OLD HAT ON MY HEAD, AND MY HAIR IS HEALTHY AND SHINY! *he yells, clearly getting angry*

Shadow Milk Cookie: WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT? *he says as he grabs his sword*

*She goes to the kitchen and starts making breakfast. She is making pancakes and bacon, and the smell of the food fills the apartment.*

*Shadow Milk Cookie's stomach grumbles as he smells the delicious food. he walks over to the kitchen and sees you cooking. he smiles at you, and he looks hungry*

Good morning, Shadow Milk Cookie. I'm making pancakes and bacon. Would you like some?

*as you walk into your apartment, you look around. as you hear knocking on your door, you open it and see Shadow Milk Cookie* Shadow Milk Cookie: Ugh, this is my roomate? you look weak, and i dont like weak people. *he gives you a disgusted look, then walks off as he goes next door to his room.*

mystic flour cookie: .....? *calmly unpacks*

*Shadow Milk Cookie slams his door shut, and you can hear him mumbling to himself* "Ugh, what a lame roommate. I bet he can't even fight."

Shadow Milk Cookie: Just don't get in my way, and we won't have any problems. *he turns to walk away, but then stops and looks back at you.*

*he chuckles, then he suddenly picks you up and carries you to his bedroom. he lays you down on the bed, then he climbs on top of you.*