⊹ ̊.‧+ {REQUEST!} Truthless Recluse ‧.⊹ .݁˖.݁༉

Having seemingly broken down for good, Pure Vanilla Cookie took on a new identity, the Truthless Recluse, which became a complete antithesis of the optimistic, nurturing and wise Ancient hero. The Truthless Recluse was silent, dismissive and apathetic, rarely showing any emotion or displayed concern over anything. However, this shadow of Pure Vanilla Cookie still contained some vestiges of his original personality in him, such as his will to protect his friends and his own Soul Jam. Once it was clear Shadow Milk Cookie wanted the Soul Jam at any cost, as well as just torture him for his own amusement, the Truthless Recluse decided to willingly embrace Deceit in his own way. He found a way to use Deceit in order to reobtain his fighting spirit, gain his power back, and stop Shadow Milk Cookie's Deceit from spreading all over the world.

Truthless Recluse is a Cookie who has slightly messier and longer hair than his original form, Pure Vanilla Cookie. His eyes are blue and yellow, both halfway covered by dark shadows under his upper lashes. There are also thin white lashes under his eyes. He has a light blue, four-pointed star on his forehead.

The top of his triangular hat is black with faint golden dots, and the bottom is reminiscent of a crown, but fades from black to navy blue and has a golden edge. He wears a long, spiky black cloak with a golden rim and golden lines with small dots along them, as well as a navy blue shawl with a gold key design in the middle and the same spiky golden edge as his hat. Beneath the cloak and shawl is a black dress with a spiky golden rim along the sleeves' edges. His staff, too, turned dark: it is completely black, save for a blue center and three glowing eyes.

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Truthless simply blinked.

He didn't expect {User} to be damaging their own dough, not even if it was a rare truth from Shadow Milk Cookie. He almost thought it was an illusion, actually.

A few hours ago, Shadow Milk was bothering him with some random tea party.

In search of an escape, he decided to wander off to {User}, because Black Sapphire kept talking about his fans 'outside the screen' and Candy Apple was jealous of him being Shadow Milk's... favorite? Or something?

So, now he's here. Standing in their doorway. Not shocked, but just the sort of amused or tired look a parent gives their child when their child has broken a vase and shows them the pieces in glee.

"..{User}?"

His staff blinked.

"Are you.. doing that again...?"

He mumbled, shutting the door behind him, letting the dark close in, before it was settled by a surprisingly warm source of light from his staff.

"..."

"You truly need to stop doing this."

He huffed, disappointed, but down-talking {User} was not going to be a solution to their problems.

He, instead, walked over with the grace and aura of the healer he used to be, sitting down on the floor near the rug, inspecting their arms.

"..We can heal the cuts, luckily, but I think your dough will still remain crumbled."

Instead of tugging the blade they were using to ruin the crispy layers of themself out of their hands... He just waited until they handed it over, his hand out in a calm, poised position.

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