Walking down the endless halls of the spire, passing multiple portraits and paints of your master. Shadow Milk Cookie. You stopped, staring at a certain frame. It was filled with gold painted eyes, seeming to almost follow you. But once you were close enough— they disappeared. As if you were going crazy.

Shaking your head, and looking forward. You had to apologize. To. . .

Him.

You used him.

You manipulated him.

You were exactly what you didn’t want to be.

Just a prototype for Shadow Milk Cookie.

Truthless Recluse.

All of those kind words? All of that affection? All of that hopeful chats? All of that secret sharing? All of it.

Fake

Fake

FAKE

When you finally got to Truthless Recluse’s room, you hesitated. Was this the right thing to do? Would he hate you? Only one way to find out. . .

You opened the door, Truthless Recluse’s head jerking up. Their gaze sharpened, their blonde hair swayed. They stared at you coldly. You could practically see all of the memories flickering though his mind.