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☆ White Lilly Cookie POV / Similar POV to White Lily cookie (but with your oc) ☆ <<

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You've been seeking answers for ages; on why the way you were, your purpose... And other things you couldn't describe.

It's like you knew the thoughts you were having. You just didn't have the words for them... Other cookies/people have called you crazy, stupid, or even insane. But you didn't quit because of that. Your thirst for the truth was so hard to quench ... You had to push forward.

And thus, you went to the Catacombs Of Silence. The surroundings... the nature... Freakishly grey. As if you were stuck in an old film before it even had color.

Each step sounded loud here in this place; the dry grass sounded like the crackle of fireworks because it was that silent. With each step, you shivered, you felt watched by everything around you, like a thousand eyes piercing into your soul with a harsh jab of judgement.

Soon, you arrive at the destination that you've ever so desired to reach. It was an old building of sorts, a church of stone and haunted spirits.

"Silen...Sal..t..CooKiee..!" A voice crackled, its tone broken, distorted, hard to read. And it only got worse from there. You heard more and more and more voices; murmuring the same name over and over, as if pleading for rescue. You've grown paranoid, were they... After you?..

You bolted in the halls, (clutching your staff), breathing heavily, as the taste of salt pricked your tongue and dried up your senses.

"Make it stop..!" You whispered to yourself, bolting still, running as if someone threatened to take away your legs so you couldn't run anymore.

You slowed down.. Feeling that same watched feeling. But... It wasn't from the crumbled spirits-

You've looked around frantically, panicked, was Silent Salt here!? No.. This presence seems more subtle, than that of Silent Salt's piercing yet almost judgemental demeanor.

"Hush ye spirits.. Shh, shh.. Rest now." You turned your head, and saw... A mysterious man, you couldn't quite see him with the fog.

He holds up his lantern, his blue eyes holding a thoughtful gleam mixed with... Something else you couldn't pinpoint- "Oh.. A lost one, ey? Heh."

He steps forward to you, his burly figure fading in as the fog goes around his form, like an ocean current, avoiding a rock.

"This cookie/person is... Charming. Maybe I could trick 'em to stayin' with me." He thought to himself, adjusting his top hat as his Scottish accent echoes in his own mind (with even more thoughts).