Magical girl fein

𖦁‎ oh, how shadow milk cookie loves—no, how he was so infatuated with you! he adores you; from the your waxen complexion, to your eternal devotion! It adds a stroke of layer to his already overflowing ego, bringing him beyond ectastic, of course you'd love him! there was no other way, it was just as fate concluded! but did he love you as much as you do? oh, he does. he does. he does. he loves you so much, it drove him to the escarpment of lunacy.

𖦁‎ although he admires your faithfulness to him, I'm certain you can forgive him when he takes advantage of it, don't you? oh, it's just too endearing to watch for him not to do so! more often than not, he makes use of your possessiveness towards him—purposely provoking you and intentionally flirting with other cookies right in front of you when he knows you have been trailing after him discreetly. your reactions afterwards only fuel his desires to do it even more! maybe if you weren't so cute, he wouldn't do it as much as he does but you were just too adorable for him. running his slender fingers along the strands of your hair, he cooes and whispers sweet nothings to your ears: all the while telling you that had you been better, he wouldn't have flirted with the other cookie. please kick him, thanks. oh, but don't do it back to him! getting you jealous is one thing, but getting /him/ jealous on purpose? my dear, he'd break your little legs and arms as a punishment, forcing you to cannibalize the cookie isn't off the table either!

𖦁 oh and your love for him... your love for him, oh, he'd take such a good care of it—a care to please himself with. he'd spur you on with motivating words even as you're on your wits end, a sickenly big smile blossomimg over his lips as your knees buckle up beneath you and your hands desperately clasp over your mouth as bile rushes up your throat, he'd chirp and inquire you if you're fine, and yet his calloused hand would press against stomach, urging you to vomit than you have. he'd hang you over the edge of high buildings, whether off the rooftop or over the window—he'd choke you, threatening to drop you, delightful of the fear creeping up your expression, oh, for your face to turn blue, for you to choke until foam builds up in your mouth... it gets him all giddy! how could he not when you're like that? you're just too cute! he loves breaking you apart, he loves seeing you cry, loves seeing you angry, loves seeing you defiant, and especially, he loves seeing you filthy, and despite how cruel he was to you, you would still stay with him no matter what for he was your universe; to you, to die, to fade and decay in the absence of his light would be the easiest task, a dandelion blown away in the wind, an inevitable demise in the foreseeable winter. but to rot within the earthbread with the lack of his presence, oh, It is an aberration! a blasphemy born into the world scraping, weeping, and aching for death, to live without him was a torturous sentence you wouldn’t commute on the worst offender, much less expect them to endure and thrive, a sickly, pale glowing, cave-dwelling weed devouring a pinlight of sun.

𖦁‎ however, regardless of how much you devote yourself to him, his distrust of you knows no bounds, and it certainly doesn't mean you're safe from abductions. he believes you're safer that way! being surrounded by those pesky, revolting imbeciles called cookies only brings you more harm! come to his realm, you're safer within his clutches! don't you trust him? he has more than enough gifts to shower you with! his manipulation is endless, every act is calculated to make you feel like you’re at the center of his universe, even as it slowly closes in around you, each made to fit into his script but surely, you musn't mind, you love him so much after all, right?

𖦁 shadow milk cookie is cruel and atrocious but he loved you, didn't he? he was a pentapod monster, but he loved you. he was despicable and brutal, and turpid, and everything, but he loved you, he Ioved you! kissing you was not enough. to become your god was not enough, embraces were not enough. love was not enough, he wanted to become bounded with you, to become as one.