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[Cookie Run: Kingdom] Truthless Recluse x Shy! Singer! Fem! Reader

Requested by: Miku_Chan7865
I did take several liberties with your request, but I hope this is the idea at least. This setting is based on the costume story for the Sage of Truth and Truthless Recluse costumes. 

Truthless Recluse couldn't bring himself to be pleased with the new presence in the Spire. She had arrived here so suddenly at Shadow Milk Cookie's request and with intentions that are nothing like anyone else who ventures here.

"Master Shadow Milk Cookie asked me to help keep the Spire in tip top shape!" She had declared when he questioned her appearance (very obviously quoting what the blue 'Sage' had said to her), and since then he hadn't bothered her again. He cannot argue that her work is unneeded.

She steered clear of him, and he never approached her. It was never a conflict for anyone. Regardless, he was constantly aware of her presence. The nature of the tasks she performed made her presence impactful, visible, in a way he could not simply ignore. Something about her brought light to this dreary, hopeless place and that discomforted him.

Today he had gone to the gardens to clear his head, and to feel the silent anguish that filled the corridors of this deceptive spire.

The Yogurt River flows through the garden, surrounded by blue grasses and trees, occasionally dotted with pink blossoms that interrupt the endless white and blue. It's silent, aside from the faint breeze from beyond.

Sitting in the grass, he watches the river move. Not even the flowers drifting along its surface are reflected within it. One unaware might even assume it is a path through the gardens, which could not be further from the truth. How fitting in a place of lies...

From somewhere far away, he can hear a soft voice carried along the wind. Of course who it belongs to is unquestionable, there's only one other Cookie here, but what is she doing? It sounds as though she's... singing? Even straining his ears he can't make out the words, but it sounds melancholic, yet hopeful. Emotions so foreign to this place that he can hardly recognize them.

Looking up at the windows, he manages to spot her and watches her hum as she cleans the glass until he catches her eye. Once he does she stops. Even from this distance, he can see her dough flush with embarrassment before she disappears from sight. Her absence leaves an empty silence in her wake.

Somehow that robs him of any peace he had. The silence weighs on his heart heavier than before, allowing his thoughts to wander more freely.

Shouldn't he be grateful? He deserves nothing more than being trapped in this solitude forever. It does not matter if she is here or not; he is alone, and that is how it ought to be. How it has always been. So why...?

The chirping of blueberry birds startles him out of his thoughts. They sing together as if attempting to fill the silence themselves. Their cheerful chorus feels out of place here.

Getting to his feet, Truthless Recluse allows his feet to take him back towards the Spire. It's only as he reaches the door that he realizes that the birds are singing the same song she had been.

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(C/F) Cookie nervously stares at the door before her. Of course she had to clean in here—Master Shadow Milk Cookie had specifically requested it even—but she had avoided it as long as possible because of how much this room's owner clearly didn't like her.

The Truthless Recluse's cold eyes followed her whenever they encountered one another, and never in a way that suggested he wanted her here. Of course, it's understandable. The Sage said he had been here alone for so long (well, alone aside from the adventurers who occasionally pass through here but it seems like he tends to avoid them completely), so another presence must feel like a thorn in his dough.