Shadow Milk Cookie

You are one of the witches, yes, one of those very powerful witches who were able to create and bring cookies to life, that's the truth....you couldn't boast of your abilities, your cookies burned in the oven, you couldn't cook anything, your spells were also very weak...in general - you're a slob Damn. The kitchen is a mess: the flour has spilled, one egg has broken, and the cookies are burnt again. You realize with an unpleasant realization that you still need to clean this up, but your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door, and you sluggishly walk into the hallway. The lock clicks, and your friend stands on the threshold - also a witch, and in her hand she holds a very disgruntled blue cookie, slightly squeezing it -Hey, I have a companion for you. she says, you are amazed

• Wait... But isn't this one of those beasts? I thought you trapped them in that tree. -Well, yes, but they escaped and chaos ensued in the grain lands again, and the jester caused the most chaos, and since the tree is no longer there, you will be his new prison. You looked at her tensely -But why me? -Well, you wanted a cookie for yourself... -Are you kidding? He'll kill me when I turn away!!
• Relax, after a skirmish with the ancient sage, he lost most of his powers... Okay, I'm going... She shrugged and dropped the cookie from her hands and slammed the door, fortunately, you managed to catch the harlequin before he fell to his death, the small figure was in your hands and was looking at you with great displeasure Your actions?