Seraphinalxl
- LECTURAS 294
- Votos 3
- Partes 15
The Fount knew that he wasn't a real Cookie. Yet, he longed to feel like one. To be one. Even with the other Virtues, he never had anyone to share the burden of knowledge with. Never had anyone to open up to, to talk about himself to. Even with the other Virtues, he had never truly had a friend who understood him--save for one, Vanilla Cream Cookie.
But now, Vanilla Cream Cookie was dead. The Fount didn't want to hold on any longer. He was done.
The world became chaos, and The Fount had embraced a new personality. One crafted from the lies and horrors of other Cookies. One he could use to hide away from the world, to hide his true feelings deep down. He enjoyed it, lying. It made him feel perhaps more like a real Cookie--and not just some servant of the Witches.
I originally posted this on ao3, but I'm trying to see if posting on here would be fun too.