[ Requested by Grimmos_Alt! ]

“Hah…! HA HA HA HA! Oh, yes! YES! Now, you are MINE!!” You rose from the lake, your outfit now changed to something.. darker. You no longer felt true. You feel like a liar. A liar to all those who you’ve ever spoken to with grace and light. A false prophet.

A Truthless Recluse.

Consumed by darkness and deceit, you stared at your friends—what used to be your friends. You didn’t deserve friends. Liars don’t deserve friends.

Your eyes perpetually half-lidded, apathetic in nature. You no longer cared what happened to them, yet a small part of you continued to wonder if they would be alright.

“Well, well, well! Now, my little ragdoll, do you have aaanything to say to your little friends?” You remained silent.

“They are not my friends.”

You heard GingerBrave gasp in shock, Wizard Cookie and Strawberry Cookie shrinking as the words hurt them.

“Oh, WELL! Isn’t that unexpected? You aren’t friends anymore! Oh, how could this beee?” He placed a hand on his head dramatically, enjoying his new ragdoll.