"Welcome me, the Master of Deceit!"

In moments, you were captured. Turns out walking into the first building you see isn't the best idea. Hi

"Who are you?" Oh, yeah. And you were tied up, too. Wonderful.

"I don't have to tell you!" You sang, chuckling softly. These people were weird... you were practically at gunpoint with these guys. Not to mention... you were human now... you weren't a cookie - you couldn't crumble anymore...!

"Are you a villain?" An extremely muscular man (who was way larger than anyone else you've ever seen, even larger than Burning Spice, which was honestly saying something) asked, hands on his hips.

"Define villain." You deadpanned, your head lulling to the side as you huffed.

"I have a class to teach." The black-haired teacher grumbled, rubbing his red and tired eyes.

"You're the only one that can keep them tangled, Eraserhead." The man with hair that was shaped like a banana crossed his arms, shaking his head at you.

After a long, frustrated conversation, he sighed as he hoisted you off the floor.

"You're coming with me." He grumbled, huffing as you stood up and began to walk with him down the hallways. "I'm assuming you won't tell any of us your name... seeing as you called yourself the 'Master of Deceit' when you first snuck through the gates."

You grinned, but he could see your eye twitching. He was much more perceptive than you've met so far... which wasn't saying a lot.

Soon enough, you got to a large door named 1-A. He slid the door open (you had to stop yourself from looking at it widely - you've never seen a door like that before) and threw you into a chair.

Using his scarf, he wrapped you up tightly and covered your mouth. You rolled your eyes, squirming in the scarf. He only stared at you, now leaning on his podium.

The bell went off, making you jerk and stare at the ceiling. Soon, the clamor of the hallways made you squirm harder as you tried to escape through the window.

The man yanked you back, now tying you to the chair. You groaned loudly, thrashing your head. You weren't sure where you were.... this wasn't Earthbread anymore.

You weren't in Beast-Yeast, in your Spire or Tower of Deceit anymore. Not a single cookie was in your line of sight... not to mention, you lost your minions, Candy Apple Cookie and Black Sapphire Cookie.

You were alone in a new place.

"What kind of witch are you!?" You managed to get the scarf out of your mouth, sputtering angrily at the man resting at his podium.

"You're insane." He stated simply, the door to his left opening as people began to spill in. They all sat down at desks, making you stare with wide and angry eyes.

It reminded you of something. No matter how hard you dug, you couldn't find it. You shook your head, furrowing your eyebrows as you sat there tied up. The place of school... the knowledge of knowing reminded you of something... and it pissed you off.

"Sensei...what's with the scary looking guy there?" A boy with purple balls stuck to his head shivered, backing up in his seat.

"I am the Master of Deceit, Shadow Milk!" You grinned. You would've been summoning your jester hat and bowing if you weren't tied up right now.

"Don't listen. It's a villain in my custody right now." The man grumbled, furrowing his eyebrows before his gaze snapped over to you. "Keep talking."

"Oh, gladly! You see, now I am just a humble -" You had the scarf back over in your mouth in an instant.

You huffed, now sitting there as the man began to teach his class. You slumped in the chair, looking around and staring at some of the students.

You had a lot of time to look at everything. even looking at peoples bags and the things peeking out from it.

Your gaze was caught by a book, hanging out of a girls backpack. She seemed focused in her studies, her black hair tied up into a high ponytail.

'The History of Earthbread.'

You had to get that book. Nobody can know... about the Beasts, what you all were before you turned evil, or any of the Ancients.

You would have to use your deceit to your means.