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IT'S NOT MY FAULT I HAVE MY FATHER'S EYES.

Summary:

Phantom Cream Cookie was not meant to exist.

She is the failure that crawled out of the skin of what was meant to be.

daemonium oculos.

facies oculos.

Eyes like his.

Notes:

i introduced Phantom Cream to my girlfriend and now the new joke is that when shadow milk cums after jorking it he's phantom creaming and that's the joke that's in my head and I am forcing this unto you because I love you guys

this is written all in one go with no proofreading and I just write as I go no drafts no NOTHING

also nobody can tell me Shadow Milk would be a good father in any universe i will not hear it

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: PROLOUGE

Chapter Text

Whipped Saffron Cookie was supposed to be the perfect little girl.

A beautiful mix of her fathers, the wild curls and flaming of destruction, the sharp smile and delicate touch of deceit.

Delicate. Beautiful.

Too delicate. Too soggy. Too weak.

And so she crumbled before she even knew life, breathing slowed to a stop and cracks splitting across her little body.

They let her die.

And I was what crawled out of the rot. What clawed it's way out of the chest of death.

The sharp smile of deceit, the haunting tresses of deceit. The prying eyes of deceit.

I am not Whipped Saffron. I am just the disappointing culmination of what remained of her.

I have never smelled spice. Never saffron. What remained of the name saffron disappeared with destruction. All that remained was deceit, and the ghost of a lamb who did not yet know what a lie even was.

Notes:

happy birthday phantom cream

rip whipped saffron she was a real one [she wasn't even aware of her own existence yet💔]