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After finally managing to properly encounter Shadow Milk Cookie for the first time, even if it had only lasted about ten seconds before synchronization ended, real life immediately retaliated by becoming significantly more unbearable.
Work piled up nonstop.
One client kept requesting revisions almost daily with the kind of determination usually associated with personal vengeance. Another somehow continued asking for changes that had already been changed three separate times already.
You started suspecting certain people simply needed to visibly participate in the workflow in order to feel productive.
Clients. Managers. Coworkers. Whoever.
Apparently, picking apart microscopic details in projects they themselves neither created nor fully understood still counted as meaningful contribution somehow.
Sigh.
Because of that, you hadn’t used the synchronization system properly for several days now.
No neural plate attached to your temple.
No lying motionless in bed while your consciousness got launched directly into Earthbread.
Just normal mobile gameplay.
Ironically, it almost felt stranger now.
The kingdom looked smaller through a phone screen again somehow.
Flatter.
More distant.
Still familiar, obviously. But after full synchronization, returning to normal gameplay felt a little like trying to experience an aquarium through blurry security camera footage.
You still logged in every day regardless.
Mostly for routine tasks.
Monster Menace clears.
Production management.
Occasionally abandoning your MyCookie inside the Town Square while doing something else entirely.
If you played on PC, leaving the game open in the background for hours was easy enough.
Mobile was less cooperative.
The moment a phone model became even slightly outdated, Cookie Run: Kingdom started crashing with the raw physical force of a rubber ball getting launched directly at concrete.
Realistically, playing without lag spikes or getting forcefully booted back out within five minutes probably meant buying a newer phone eventually.
Which felt slightly ridiculous considering your current phone could still run prettier games with significantly better graphics and physics than “tiny Cookies wandering around a kingdom.”
So instead, Cookie Kingdom currently occupied one of the extra monitors beside your work screen while you continued answering emails and revision requests in steadily worsening psychological condition.
Your MyCookie had been left idling near one of the prettier sections of the kingdom you’d spent far too long decorating weeks ago.
The area sat near the forest edge beside the Mines, where several production buildings, berry stalls, and decorative market pieces had gradually accumulated into a cluttered little district over time. A Sugar Quarry sat near the pathway alongside a Sugarworks Jar you’d bought mostly because the automatic production was convenient, though the fact it actually matched the surrounding decorations surprisingly well had probably influenced the purchase too.
Since that section of the kingdom sat close to several permanent structures the game refused to let players move, you’d eventually started decorating the surrounding area far more carefully than originally intended.
The kingdom mostly functioned as ambient background noise while you worked.
Something mildly comforting to leave running beside the monitor. Just enough to make the apartment feel slightly less exhausting.
“Hm?”
Movement near the edge of the screen caught your attention briefly.
At first, you barely reacted.
Shadow Milk Cookie had wandered into view.
Which honestly wasn’t that unusual. Cookies constantly moved around the kingdom on their own during idle mode anyway. Even Cookies who had never spoken once during the actual story still managed to stand around chatting together like old friends.
You never really knew what they were talking about.
By now, seeing it had long since stopped feeling strange.
So you looked away again and returned to work.
Right until a familiar voice line playing faintly from the monitor made you glance back automatically.
Cookies occasionally triggered little dialogue bubbles while wandering around the kingdom whenever they drifted close enough to the visible screen area.
So the moment you heard Shadow Milk Cookie’s voice, your attention drifted back toward the kingdom almost on instinct.
Shadow Milk Cookie was standing beside your MyCookie now.
He wasn’t doing anything.
The sprite had its back turned toward the screen, seemingly focused entirely on your significantly smaller MyCookie happily bouncing around nearby without seeming remotely concerned about anything whatsoever.
Honestly, it looked kind of funny.
So you reached over and hit print screen automatically before realizing that using normal screenshots with multiple monitors attached was deeply unsatisfying.
Ctrl+Shift+F instead.
There.
Direct capture. Saved to gallery.
…
Shadow Milk Cookie seemed to be looking directly toward the screen now.
Toward you.
You stared for a few seconds.
The blue Cookie stared back.
To be fair, Cookies did things that vaguely resembled acknowledging the player already. Looking outward during certain animations wasn’t exactly unheard of.
Still.
This felt strangely different somehow.
After several more seconds, Shadow Milk Cookie returned to one of his normal idle animations again like nothing had happened.
Seeing that, you immediately moved your cursor over his head and grabbed him through the Overseer interaction system before shaking him around in the air several times out of pure spite.
Then you dropped him back onto the ground and repeatedly tapped until dialogue bubbles started appearing alongside voice lines getting skipped through almost instantly.
Weird little guy.
By the time you finally looked away from the monitor again, nearly ten entire minutes had somehow disappeared accomplishing absolutely nothing productive whatsoever.
Which meant it was probably time to stop getting distracted and actually finish your work properly.
Because if everything went well tonight—
if the revisions stopped multiplying like a biological hazard—
then maybe you’d actually have enough free time later to synchronize properly again.
The thought settled into your brain suspiciously quickly.
You paused mid-email for a second.
…Right.
That was probably becoming a problem.
Unfortunately, recognizing that fact did absolutely nothing to stop you from speeding through the rest of your workload anyway.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of emails, revisions, and increasingly passive-aggressive professionalism.
At least your productivity had improved dramatically.
Mostly because your brain had apparently decided that finishing work faster now directly translated into “more Earthbread time later,” which felt like a deeply irresponsible development psychologically.
Even so, if you managed to finish everything tonight without another client suddenly remembering six additional “small adjustments,” then maybe you could actually relax for a few hours afterward.
That thought alone carried you through the remainder of your workload with frankly alarming efficiency.
Several hours later, the final email finally disappeared from your inbox.
No new notifications immediately appeared afterward.
No emergency revisions.
No “one last tiny thing.”
Suspicious.
You stared at the screen for a few extra seconds anyway just to make sure reality wasn’t preparing another sneak attack.
Nothing.
Huh.
The exhaustion hit almost immediately once your body realized work was actually over.
You pushed yourself away from the desk with a long sigh before shuffling off to deal with the rest of the evening.
Laundry got thrown into the washing machine.
Dinner happened in the vaguest possible technical sense.
You cleaned up a few things around the apartment while half-watching random videos purely for background noise.
Somewhere in between all of that, your thoughts kept drifting back toward Earthbread again.
The kingdom atmosphere.
The music.
The comfortable routine of wandering around doing absolutely nothing important for a while.
…And maybe Shadow Milk Cookie a little.
Which was embarrassing to admit even internally.
God. Were you really getting emotionally attached to a floating blue theater menace?
Around a few hours later, the apartment had finally gone quiet.
No work notifications. No vibrating phone.
No clients crawling out of hidden corners to demand another revision pass from beyond the grave.
You glanced toward the neural plate resting beside your monitor.
Then immediately looked away again.
…
Yeah, no.
You already knew how this was going to end.
A few minutes later, the plate rested against your temple once more.
Synchronization initialized instantly.
Your bedroom vanished.
Darkness folded inward for half a second before warm artificial sunlight spilled across your vision again.
Earthbread returned all at once.
The distant sound of train tracks.
Sugar gnomes arguing somewhere near the production area.
A delivery balloon drifted lazily across the sky somewhere in the distance.
Ocean waves rolled quietly against the far edges of the kingdom walls.
The familiar atmosphere settled around you so naturally it almost felt dangerous.
A slow breath left your lungs before you could stop it.
“Oh, thank god.”
…Okay.
That probably sounded a little too sincere.
The kingdom had already resumed its usual chaos by the time you properly started moving again.
Production notifications appeared briefly near the edge of your vision before fading away.
You were halfway through checking one of the production queues when a familiar voice drifted down from somewhere above you.
“My, my~”
Your head turned automatically.
Shadow Milk Cookie hovered above the nearby pathway, coattails curling slowly beneath him while several smaller Cookies wandered around the district without seeming remotely concerned about his presence.
Honestly, that felt pretty consistent with how the game handled most things.
“Oh?” he hummed lightly after noticing your expression. “So the Overseer finally returns.”
There was something amused about the way he said it.
His gaze lingered on your face briefly before flicking toward the surrounding kingdom.
“You vanished for quite a while there,” he continued. “The kingdom grew terribly repetitive without you wandering around poking at things.”
A pause.
Then his grin widened slightly.
“Though I suppose most of the Cookies hardly noticed,” he continued lightly. “They seem perfectly content repeating the same five daily routines forever.”
His expression twisted faintly.
“Watering flowers. Sweeping the same patches of ground. Carrying boxes from one side of the kingdom to the other just to do it all again tomorrow.” One sleeve lifted dramatically. “Sitting around drinking berry juice beside some market stalls while pretending this qualifies as a fulfilling existence…”
A pause.
“Blegh. Revolting.”
You frowned almost instantly.
And apparently, that was exactly the reaction he'd been hoping for.
A soft laugh slipped from him.
“There it is,” Shadow Milk Cookie said lightly, sounding oddly pleased. “That expression again.”
His gaze drifted over you slowly afterward.
Studying.
“Hm.” The smile tugging at his mouth sharpened slightly. “It’s rather amusing, actually. You still look exactly the same as before.”
His eyes narrowed a little.
“But somehow…” he murmured thoughtfully, “not quite.”
The eyes scattered through his hair blinked lazily in uneven sequence.
“New icing again?” he added a second later. “You Overseers certainly do enjoy redecorating yourselves.”
Before you could respond, a production timer suddenly completed with a loud notification chime overhead.
Several Sugar Gnomes sprinted past carrying boxes nearly larger than themselves while yelling ‘Diddi-da-di!’ at one another in complete panic.
Shadow Milk Cookie watched the chaos for a moment.
Then slowly looked back toward you again.
“And that sigh earlier…” he said after a pause, voice softer this time. “You sounded terribly relieved to be here.”
His head tilted slightly.
“Interesting.”
The grin returned gradually afterward.
“One almost gets the impression this kingdom has started feeling more comfortable than the place you keep disappearing back to.”
Well.
Of course being here felt more comfortable.
That was kind of the entire appeal of games like this in the first place.
Back when Kingdom first released, half the people you knew immediately became obsessed with decorating their kingdoms instead of actually progressing the story properly anyway.
Not because the gameplay itself was especially groundbreaking.
Mostly because everything was cute.
The Cookies were cute.
The Cake Hounds were cute.
The furniture sets were cute.
And the seasonal decorations designed specifically to psychologically annihilate players into buying Kingdom Passes were, unfortunately, also extremely cute.
Popcorn Magnolia Swing shedding pale flower petals across decorative tile paths.
Berry stalls and pastry shops squeezed awkwardly between production buildings and resource stations.
Seasonal furniture pieces from completely different event themes somehow mashed together into districts that only made aesthetic sense if you stared at them long enough.
Entire bakery and market districts built purely because arranging tiny storefronts beside train stations apparently activated the same part of the human brain responsible for emotional stability.
Even OvenBreak and Witch’s Castle owed a concerning amount of their appeal to the franchise’s ability to weaponize visual charm against the human nervous system.
Honestly, kind of impressive.
Which also made it slightly tragic that the actual gameplay systems never seemed fully committed to what they wanted to be.
Idle game.
Management simulator.
Gacha RPG.
Kingdom decorator.
None of it quite leaned hard enough to fully satisfy any specific category.
And yet people still stayed anyway.
Including you.
…Which made it feel mildly ridiculous that you were mentally reviewing the flaws of the game while directly connected to it and actively standing beside one of your favorite Cookies.
That felt a little disrespectful somehow.
You glanced back toward Shadow Milk Cookie again.
“I mean,” you muttered defensively, gesturing vaguely toward the nearby decorative area, “look at this place. There’s a giant popcorn flower swing next to a sugar quarry.”
Shadow Milk Cookie stared at you silently for two full seconds.
“Ah,” he said at last, voice rich with false understanding. “Truly. An irrefutable argument.”
Only then did he finally drift lazily back down beside you.
“Well then,” he hummed. “Since you’ve finally returned, I suppose I shall graciously allow you the privilege of my company for a while.”
“That sounds less generous than you think it does.”
“Mm~?” His grin widened slightly. “Careful now. Telling obvious lies directly to the Master of Deceit seems terribly rude.”
Bold accusation from someone who treated honesty like a recreational activity.
And then, somehow, that simply became the rest of your evening.
You checked production queues.
He followed.
You collected rewards from various buildings around the kingdom.
He followed.
Honestly, it was starting to feel less like being monitored and more like accidentally acquiring an extremely judgmental roaming companion NPC.
You stopped by the Gift Workshop at one point to queue up several more gifts for various Cookies around the kingdom.
Shadow Milk Cookie got skipped automatically.
Mostly because his affection level was maxed out already.
…Not that you were thinking too hard about what that implied.
He floated nearby the entire time offering increasingly unhelpful commentary about everything around him—the kingdom’s architecture, the Cookies, and what he described as “alarmingly peaceful civilian behavior.”
The criticism only escalated from there.
You stopped briefly near the train station to assign more materials.
Why did the trains suddenly need this many marbles today anyway?
Was there some kind of underground marble tournament happening at the destination station or something?
Shadow Milk Cookie immediately began criticizing the layout of the surrounding area despite contributing absolutely nothing useful himself.
Then he somehow moved on to decorative park benches.
“You place these everywhere,” he complained while hovering upside down beside one of the seating areas. “And for what purpose? So they can sit comfortably outdoors together? Booooooring!”
You almost grabbed him with Overseer controls again just to shake him around violently on principle alone.
A Cookie suddenly tripped while carrying materials across the pathway.
Several others immediately rushed over to help.
Shadow Milk Cookie looked visibly disturbed by the display of functional community support.
At one point, you found him sprawled sideways across the roof of a decorative pastry stand while you reorganized topping storage.
He spent most of that time dramatically complaining about how unbearably dull everything was while rolling his eyes toward the sky every few seconds.
You stared up at him in silence for a moment.
This was supposedly the former Fount of Knowledge.
Unbelievable.
Shadow Milk Cookie floating around you stopped feeling unusual frighteningly quickly.
He felt like part of the kingdom atmosphere itself now.
Like production timers.
Or train whistles.
Or Sugar Gnomes screaming somewhere in the distance.
The entire situation felt weirdly similar to some kind of high-affection companion mechanic games occasionally added to artificially increase player retention.
Which was ridiculous.
But.
Having one of your favorite Cookies casually following you around the kingdom while commenting on things in real time was admittedly a pretty effective use of immersive technology.
Even if most of that “companionship” consisted entirely of theatrical judgment and occasional psychological warfare.
…It would probably work on you embarrassingly well.
Several production notifications appeared briefly near the edge of your vision as you opened one of the management interfaces again.
Materials. Queue timers. Assignment tabs.
For the briefest second, Shadow Milk Cookie’s gaze flicked toward the floating window.
You paused.
The interface disappeared almost immediately afterward.
Had he noticed it?
He didn’t comment on it.
A second later, you found yourself glancing back at the spot you thought had briefly held his attention instead.
The berry stall nearby.
Maybe that was it.
You were probably imagining things.
Right?
By the time the synchronization timer reappeared near the corner of your vision, several hours had already disappeared into wandering around Earthbread accomplishing almost nothing productive.
Shadow Milk Cookie looked back toward you afterward.
Smiling.
The synchronization timer continued counting down quietly near the edge of your vision while Earthbread carried on around the two of you like nothing strange had happened at all.
...
You were absolutely not unpacking any of that tonight.