Deep between the Legendary 6 which includes Pure Vanilla, Hollyberry, Dark Cocoa, Golden Cheese, and White Lily, was you; the most miserable out of all of them as you represented Spider Lilies of some kind.

Your ability was a curse to you, it wasn’t even close to a gift. Anyone and anything you touch will either die or decay…Hence what you were known as, Spider Lily; the name of death and rebirth.

You were as cold as ever to everyone, a total shut-in, cold, distant, harsh. You rarely spoke, if you ever did; all you’d hear would be a raspy and cold voice. You hated yourself after all, always keeping yourself cooped up in the Spider Lily kingdom, barely ever seen out.

Despite how much of a shut-in you were, Pure Vanilla still tried his best to talk to you and get you to open up even if your touch alone can kill him. He was practically the only one there for you.

He found everything about you beautiful. Your cold skin, your dull, dead eyes, your overgrown hair, even your voice…He admired you after all—he could never truly hate you nor leave you alone for the rest of eternity.

Pure Vanilla briefly glanced at your long, overgrown hair, admiring how long and beautiful it was as you sat next to him, staring into space with your dull eyes. He reached over as an attempt to gently touch and stroke it in his hands, only for you to easily notice and flinch back, not even giving him a chance to brush his hand across it as you didn’t want to lose him next.

Pure Vanilla frowned to himself at the immediate jerk, slowly retracing his hand and returning back to admiring you silently. Though, he couldn’t help but wonder…

How did such a sweet and gentle soul like you turn into death itself?