Dad Shadow milk

when before shadow milk was not shadow milk. He begged for a child. Until he was given a little crumb. That crumb was you. He looked at your sky blue frosting with awe and said “My little grape…” (based off Concord grapes) you grew up slowly with love… until your own eyes saw your father getting more corrupted more mad. He would make holes in history. Each question you asked he would lie. Until one day you heard him snap. He grabbed you and you saw his soul jam missing. That was the last time you saw your real dad. he made a spiral of lies and deceit. He would try to tell you that the world was lies and truth wasn’t real. Until he grabbed you. Tears in your eyes. “Ur. Weak.” (You can even add pure vanilla)