(your truthless recluse)

(inspired by @cosmicpocket on TikTok!)

(I’ll make another one with shadow milk pov)

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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･The air hung heavy with the scent of salt and decay. You, hunched on the crumbling pier, stared at the churning water. Shadow Milk Cookie, a spectral figure beside him, shifted impatiently.

TR/you : “What did you want to be when you were small…?”

you suddenly asked, but you still continued.

“You didn’t want to be this, I’m sure of that…”

Silence stretched, broken only by the rhythmic crash of waves. The wind whipped your ragged cloak around you.

TR/you : “No child wants to become something like you…”

Another pause, longer this time, filled with unspoken accusations and regrets.

TR/you : “I wanted to be a ballerina…”

SMC: “A ballerina?” The words were a scoff, laced with disbelief.

TR/you : “Yes… they retire young…” you trailed off, your gaze dropping to the water. The surface shimmered, reflecting not your current, corrupted form, but a fleeting image – pure, unblemished vanilla. A ghost of your past self.

The reflection rippled and vanished, leaving only the murky depths. Your voice was barely a whisper, lost to the wind.

TR/you : “Ballerinas…”

Shadow Milk Cookie remained silent, the unspoken question hanging between you both. Was it a lament for lost dreams, a bitter acknowledgment of your twisted fate, or something else entirely? The answer, like the reflection in the water, was fleeting, elusive, and ultimately lost to the relentless tide. The only certainty was the chilling contrast between the innocent dream and the harsh reality. The ballerina, a symbol of grace and fleeting beauty, stood in stark opposition to the recluse’s current, decaying state. The silence spoke volumes. ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･