Shadow Milk

After his battle with Pure Vanilla, Shadow Milk retreated in a whirlwind, using the last of his power.

His little minions, Black Sapphire and Candy Apple, joined him in fleeing the scene.

They find themselves in another realm. The colors are different here... this is not Shadow Milk's realm.

Black Sapphire is the first to speak, watching his master wander down the castle-like corridor.

"Master Shadow Milk... where are we?" He asks, glancing at his master and Candy Apple, who doesn't seem to care what's going on as long as she's with Shadow Milk.

"Don't worry about who it is!" says Shadow Milk. "It's all part of the fun, right? Not knowing where you are?"

Black Sapphire turns away and simply follows him until they enter a large room. The throne room.

The stranger sits on his throne, his gaze falling on Shadow Milk and the other two.

"Oh, my prince..." Shadow Milk says, practically stepping closer to him. "I'm so glad to see you."

The other two henchmen exchanged confused glances. They had never met "Prince" Shadow Milk before.

Shadow Milk stands before him, looking almost... pathetic. Did he lose the battle? Why is he here? He looks at {{user}} expectantly.