A Truth or A Lie?

by LostInSpace57684

Summary:

After an altercation with the beasts get both Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk incapacitated, both the Ancients and Beasts retreat. Only to figure out that Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk have been replaced by someone else.

Or, due to a spell gone wrong, the Sage of Truth and Truthless Recluse get transported into the bodies of their interdimensional selves and must figure out how to get back by doing the thing they hate most; working together.

Notes:

This wasn’t the plan.

 

It was a simple task; scout out the area in which the Spire was suspected to be located.

They were not expecting to be ambushed.

Chapter 1: Pilot Overdose

This wasn’t the plan.

 

It was a simple task; scout out the area in which the Spire was suspected to be located.

They were not expecting to be ambushed.

 

All five of the Beasts were here. Eternal Sugar, who was propped up on a cloud, seemingly napping, perked up and smiled excitedly when her eyes found Hollyberry. Mystic Flour was doing what looked like mediating when Dark Cacao landed in her gaze. She glared daggers at him before readying herself to attack. Burning Spice grinned ecstatically. Silent Salt stared before narrowing his eyes at White Lily.

And Shadow Milk?

 

He looked ready to paint the Spire with Pure Vanilla’s jam.

 

All five of the Ancient Heroes were in all honesty, not expecting an ambush. After Pure Vanilla-in Golden Cheese’s words- “Wiped the Floor with that insufferable jester,” they were not expecting him-much less the other beasts-to show their faces around the Ancients ever again.

But here they were, fighting against the Ancients with all they had.

 

And the heroes were losing.

---

Pure Vanilla Cookie struggled to steady himself on his staff, only to be hit in the face with a blast of Dark Moon Magic. He coughed and sputtered, but refused to falter.

 

Shadow Milk grinned manically, the eyes in his hair eying the healer with glee. The other Beasts were behind him, faces shining with barely concealed excitement.

 

The Ancients were also behind Pure Vanilla, all of them were also struggling to stay upright. Hollyberry was leaning on Dark Cacao, who was balancing them both with his sword. Golden Cheese was struggling to right herself with her spear. White Lily was steadying herself with her staff and failing.

Shadow Milk’s grin grew wider at seeing the heroes in the state they were in. Turns out Dark Enchantress’s plan to get them in one place then ambush them was more profitable than he expected. The risk was definitely worth the reward.

 

“Well, well, well, turns out the oh-so-great heroes have LOST! Isn’t that just hilarious?!” Shadow Milk declared, eyes glinting with pleasure, “What happened to all the ‘we are stronger together’ talk? Huh Vanilly?!”

 

Pure Vanilla stood up, albeit with much difficulty, and opened his eyes, his stare digging into the jester’s long-jaded soul.

“…Shadow Milk…there are better ways than this-”

“Oh my darkness, do you ever give up? Witches you’re insufferable!” Shadow Milk, as fast as he became joyful, turned angry, glaring daggers at the vanilla-scented king,

 “I know…” he raised his staff, “How about something to shut you up for good!”

The beast’s staff flared to life, dark magic ripped out of it like something ungodly. It reached straight for Pure Vanilla, smoke curling around the tendrils.

Pure Vanilla acted fast, raising his staff and shooting a stream of light towards the darkness. The magic was a pure white with a yellow glow, runes wrapped around the spell like greeting a lost friend. It shone with the same hope as its holder; to cleanse, to heal.

One desired destruction, the other healing.

The Ancients tried to yell for their friend to stop, but the magic was too strong, whipping them further away from their dear companion.

“P-RE  V-NI—A  W-IT—!” Their yells died out in the collision.

Light battled darkness, truth embraced deceit, the magic collided like two halves of a soul finally reuniting. The two holders tried to pull away from the spell, but the magic flared up even more, forcing the spell out of their staffs.

 

Suddenly, the magic started to build up, a large dome formed in the middle of their collision. The remaining Beasts and Ancients stepped back, recognizing the power of the spell being cast.

Pure Vanilla saw that his magic was turning a gold and deep black, runes that once spoke of light now whispered black spells like they were prayers.

Shadow Milk noticed how his once black magic now shone with an almost blinding white light, his once Dark Moon Magic becoming White Moon Magic.

They both tried to speak, to yell, to beg of it to stop, but the spell grew completely out of control, and they ended up being sucked into the dome of light and shadow.

 

And then the entire thing imploded.

 

 

When the smoke and magic residue cleared, all the Ancient and Beasts found was earth scorned a deep black color, and the two holders of the Soul Jam; passed out, littered with burn marks, their clothes slightly ripped at the edges.

The Ancient rushed to Pure Vanilla’s side. Luckily, he was alive, albeit passed out. White Lily casted a spell teleporting them back to the Vanilla Kingdom.

The Beasts, upon seeing that Shadow Milk was alive, left without much words said.

 

Neither of them knew.

 

That wasn’t their friend.

Chapter 2: Familiar Faces, Familiar Lies

Summary:

After waking up, the Sage and Recluse are very confused and um, i suck at summaries

The Sage of Truth did not remember much about their past.

They knew they went by The Sage of Truth or by just Sage, but they didn’t have an actual name or flavor like other cookies.

They knew they were made by the witches, the divine gods of their world, atop the Peak of Truth to spread knowledge and enlightenment to all.

 

And they knew that the thought of defying their purpose terrified them.

 

Everything was a blur.

The smell of smoke and silver, something cold yet divine pressed into his wrists, he remembered faces, friends, being turned to ash.

The deceptive warmth of an oven, the pain of something that was his taken away.

Whenever he thought of it for too long, he would get a massive headache and crumple to the floor, only to wake up at the dead of night to a foggy memory and the feeling of being watched.

 

So he never thought about it.

Ironic, wasn’t it?

The Sage of Truth; holder of the Soul Jam and Light of Truth, the one who constantly encouraged curiosity and virtue, was too scared to even think about his past.

 

But then the Truthless Recluse showed up.

 

Soft yet pale dough, choppy hair that fell in unkempt waves, eyes that have seen too much, a cloak as black as night and a face as cold as silver.

He was the only one to ever question the Sage’s ideals.

The one to climb the Peak of Truth and find nothing but sorrow.

The one who held the other half of the -o-l Ja- of -no-le-ge

 

To say the least, the Sage was very intrigued by the mysterious individual and desired to seek the True reason why he was the way he was

 

The peak was cold.

The Sage of Truth was perched in the air, sitting on his staff that was also floating. He swung his legs, humming a distorted tune, the name of which slipped his mind.

 

The Recluse was watering some white lilies, pouring water onto each one with a gentleness the Sage had never seen on him.

He touched each petal, as if savoring a memory that wasn’t fully clear, just blurred faces and distorted laughter.

Why was this so familiar?

Why did the silence between them feel as fragile as glass yet as deep as bone?

 

Why was the sage wasting time indulging in someone he barley knew?

Why did the Recluse desire that indulgence so badly despite his despair?

 

The sage never was one for delicate moments.

Silence, to him, always felt like silver chains dressed in silk.

He could still feel it, the coldness pressing into his wrists the longer the silence stretched.

 

And so, the sage made a move.

 

He drifted off his staff with a swift yet theatrical movement, landing just a few inches from the ground. The sage raised his staff in his hands, turning to the now stunned recluse.

“Well,” he said, already preparing a spell, “I should be going now. My afternoon lectures wont prepare themselves!” He raised his staff, magic blooming at the edge.

Truthless Recluse’s face paled.

 

He reached out eyes wide,

“Sage! You IDIOT! The peak is protected by ancient magic, you cannot just-”

 

But it was too late.

 

The white magic blooming atop the staff grew a sickening black. The magic circle that once shone a blinding gold now glowed a dark blue, tendrils soaked out of it, curling near the sage.

 

The recluse didn’t think.

They acted.

 

Magic bled from the recluse’s fingertips, black and gold, and reached towards the sage, who was still in shock, trying to wrench his hand away from his staff, which had become a dark blue and was spilling black magic from its tip.

The magic formed a barrier, but it was too late, the Truthless Recluse’s shield could not hold back the magic.

The shield exploded, leaving behind only scorched ground and unanswered questions.

---

It was dark.

 

Really dark.

 

Truthless Recluse’s eyes opened to reveal the piercing light of the sun. Everything was blurry and faded, but one thing was clear.

 

This was not the peak.

It wasn’t the Yogurt Village where the Sage teaches either. He was high up though; he could tell from the way the air felt.

His hands felt around for his staff, eventually, he found it. His vision returned to normal, only to reveal an unfamiliar bedroom.

 

The room was rather grand and was decorated with vanilla cream and wafer cones. The translucent lace curtains revealed that it was currently the morning, around 8-9am. The recluse was on a bed with soft sheets and cream blankets, his hat laying next to him on a sugar wood endtable.

Wait.

That was not his hat.

It looked exactly the same except for the color. While his was black and blue embroidered with gold, this one was white with gold trimmings. Now that he thought about it, he felt different. Lighter, yet heavier at the same time.

He got up, unfamiliar staff in hand, and ran to a door that he hoped was a bathroom, fortunately for him, it was.

That was not his reflection.

It was similar, sure, but it wasn’t him. His hair was far longer, reaching to the ground, and his clothes were different.

The recluse did not want to know why that was.

 

Instead of his usual black and gold, his robes were a soft white and pure yellow, with blue eyes in the coat. His staff was unfamiliar as well, being the same white and yellow everything else was.

There were some things that stayed the same; his eyebags remained, along with the small black ends in his hair, though they were invisible unless you looked closely. His skin was still paler than normal, though not as bad as it usually was.

 

Truthless looked away from the mirror and stepped out of the bathroom, staff in tow.

He walked in front of the door exiting the room, expecting it to be locked.

 

The room was unlocked.

Truthless Recluse blinked in surprise, if he was really kidnapped or being held here for ulterior reasons, you would think they would lock the door.

That left two other reasons,

Number one: this was the sage’s fault,

Number two: this was a dream.

Number two was far more plausible but, in all honesty, the recluse just wanted a reason to dislike the sage-as if he didn’t have a ton of those-and so pinning all this nonsense on him was easier.

 

He turned the knob and stepped out.

The hallways were cream colored and were decorated with care. Vases of lilies filled the tables, along with some Vanilla Orchids.

 

It felt so…familiar

 

 

In an instant, pain bloomed in his head. Hallways started spinning, his staff clattered to the ground. Truthless Recluse hissed in pain as memories filled his mind.

Blurred images, fire, smoke, smiles too wide, promises of safety that echoed like whispers of the dammed.

 

He didn’t know when he started running,

His shoes tapped on floors, staff long forgotten in his haze.

It was too much.

He needed to leave.

 

Thump.

Truthless hit something, sharp, metal, like armor. He stumbled back, hitting the floor. He heard a voice, loud, yet soft.

“Oh my-Witches, Pure Vanilla are you okay?!”

A strong hand helped him up, he stumbled to his feet, forcing his eyes to open.

 

There were about 4 figures in front of him, it was very blurry without his staff, but he could make out some features. One was black carrying what looked like a white sword, two lines sat on his shoulders, another was yellow with large wings, one was green with an overly concerned look on her face, and the last one, the one holding his wrist, was pink with long hair.

“Pure Vanilla…?”

 

Oh, right they were talking to him.

He looked at the cookies, confusion written on his face and asked,

“Im sorry, who are you all, where am I, and”

 

“Who is Pure Vanilla?”

 

---

 

The walls of the Spire were not as welcoming as they usually were. This time they seemed dull, almost dead.

 

That was not a good sign.

 

Black Sapphire was practically running through the hallway, Candy Apple at his right. They were both very worried about the condition of their master, who they heard had been hurt in a battle between the Ancients and the Beasts.

 

Butter Roll-who was summoned to repair any cracks on Shadow Milk’s dough along with checking his condition-was standing in front of Shadow Milk’s room, writing something down on a piece of paper.

Candy apple practically tackled him, eyes gleaming with worry,

“WHERE IS MASTER SHADOW MILK?!”

Her voice rang out, tinged with fear and some guilt for not going to aid him. Although the beast had insisted that he could hold his own, they were still worried about his well-being.

 

Butter Roll barely flinched as Candy was pulled from him by Sapphire, opting instead to grin and put his pen away,

“Wow, you all are sure a feisty bunch, aren’t ya?” He said, his cheery façade not cracking in the slightest.

“Cut the crap, what is Master’s condition,” Sapphire spoke while holding a rather feisty Candy Apple Cookie, he glared daggers at the scientist, clearly not trusting him,

Butter Roll smiled, “Well, he is completely fine, not a single scratch, even Im impressed. Though, he seems to have quite the shortage of magic in his system so make sure to have him on rest to replenish it.”

Butter Roll spoke smoothly, as if this was all just a normal Tuesday, “Dark Enchantress requires an audience with him in a week so ask about the raid. Ensure he knows about that when he wakes up, yes?”

 

Candy narrowed her eyes but didn’t speak out. The two were not stupid, they knew a threat when they saw one.

 

Butter Roll put his notepad away, grinning widely, “I will be taking my leave to inform her Darkness that the beast of deceit is alive and stable, off I go now,”

With a swish, Butter Roll was gone. Candy Apple seethed, kicking a table with a vase on it. The vase crashed onto the floor, spreading water and Milkcrowns all over the ground. Candy scoffed, crossing her arms when suddenly, they both heard a thump coming from Shadow Milk’s room.

The two cookies looked at each other and ran inside.

“Master Shadow Milk Cookie! Are you-”

Shadow Milk was standing looking both surprised and confused. The eyes in his hair were gone and one pf his eyes were gold instead of blue.

He -or whatever that was-looked at Candy and Sapphire in confusion, cocking his head to the side.

“Ah, my apologies. What am I doing here and,”

 

“Who are you both?”

Notes:

Truthless: "Im sorry, who are you all?"

The Ancients: 👁️ 👄 👁️

Sage: "Who are you both?"

Candy and Sapphire: 🫢🫣😧

 

In all seriousness, i am rather sorry for the terrible upload schedule, ill try to get better but idk, this was written in a bit of a rush and my ac is broken so this was also written in 91 degrees f heat so im sorry if it is not the greatest.

Chapter 3: Forgetful Friends

Summary:

Sorry for the late upload. I hope you enjoy!

The Sage was starting to think he’d made a mistake.

 

When he had woken up, he was admittedly surprised to see that he was not only in an unfamiliar room but was also wearing what looked like a jester’s garb.

And when he had tried to float out of bed,

He flopped onto the ground, making a large thumping sound.

 

“What in the-” the Sage murmured, looking around.

Now normally when he tried to float, he would, well, start floating. But this time, he didn’t. Had his magic gone haywire, was this all some elaborate prank from the Recluse?

The Sage disagreed with that possibility. It was unlikely that THE Truthless Recluse would indulge in something as childish as a prank. Neither would he ever change and demagic the Sage against his will.

 

SLAM!

 

Suddenly, the door slammed open, revealing two cookies. One was a child with red candy apples on her head and a worried look. The other held a purple microphone and looked more surprised than worried.

 

“Master Shadow Milk Cookie! Are you-”

The two cookies yelled in unison, both sounded like they were holding that back for multiple hours. They then froze, staring at the Sage like he was an alien.

 

The sage looked at the two cookies in confusion, eyes reflecting concern,

“Ah, my apologies. What am I doing here and,”

He paused to look at the two unfamiliar cookies in confusion, cocking his head to the side like that of an owl.

“Who are you both?”

 

Judging by how the two cookies looked at him like he just insulted their ancestors. He didn’t think that was the best response.

 

The younger of the two started shaking, eyes practically bulging out of her skull. She pointed her finger at him like he was some kind of alien, confusion and fear written on her face,

“WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MASTER SHADOW MILK COOKIE!?”  

Even the older of the duo looked scared, instinctively putting a protective hand over his…sister? Friend? The Sage didn’t know.

 

Wait.

“Master Shadow Milk Cookie?”

He didn’t know any ‘Shadow Milk Cookie’

And yet the name resonated with him, somewhere deep inside him, he remembered it.

.

.

.

It was probably nothing.

 

He snapped out of his thoughts when the older cookie-who the red one had called “Sapphire”- pointed his staff at the academic, eyes glistening with an emotion he couldn’t quite recall.

“Who. Are. You.”

The sage blinked before grinning, eyes catching the light.

He summoned his staff-which didn’t look like his staff- and twirled it around.

“I, my dear friend, am the Sage of Truth! Made to spread truth and enlightenment to cookies who desire it!”

 

Both cookies looked taken by surprise, the purple one’s mouth opened, as if wanting to say something but the words died on his mouth.

The sage smiled at the two, gently using his finger to lower the older one’s microphone away from his face.

The purple one blinked, still clearly confused. But the confusion turned to fear.

“The Sage of…what now?”

 

The sage blinked, his smile going from a grin to something more genuine, more soothing.

 

That seemed to scare the two cookies even more.

“Truth! My friend! Its such a fascinating concept, are you by any chance here for a lecture?”

In reality, the Sage was in fact, very confused. But he wouldn’t want to scare these random kids, so he just put on a mask, something all academics have to do every once in a while.

The two cookies blinked, then their faces went pale.

“M-M-Master Shadow Milk?” The red one said, shaking, “D-Did you just say the truth was…Fascinating?!”

The purple one blinked, before looking at the gem on the sage’s collar.

Shadow Milk’s soul jam was always a deep blue with a black slit.

Not-Shadow-Milk’s soul jam also had a slit, but the deep blue was more…welcoming, more akin to that pathetic healer that got him in this state.

Wait.

Pure Vanilla Cookie!

 

The purple cookie suddenly grabbed his companion and started whispering in her ear. Her face became more contorted with each word said.

“SO IT REALLY WAS THAT STALE HEALER!” She yelled, causing both Sapphire and the sage to wince, “I SWEAR WHEN I FIND THAT DULL VANILLA-”

 

Wait

Vanilla. Healer.

“Can you describe this ‘dull vanilla healer’?” Sage asked politely

The apple cookie turned around and started describing their appearance. Tan dough, heterochromia, smells like vanilla.

Wait.

 

That sounded like the Truthless Recluse.

They were a healer, smelled like vanilla, and some would describe them as dull.

Sage practically beamed.

“Could you take me to this ‘Pure Vanilla Cookie?’”

 The red cookie grimaced but nodded curtly.

The sage smiled but then paused,

“Also, could I get both of your names?”

The red one looked ready to say something, but Sapphire stopped her. He looked at the Sage and forced a smile, eyes cold.

“I, am Black Sapphire Cookie. And she,” he pointed to his companion, “Is Candy Apple Cookie. We serve our master, Shadow Milk Cookie.”

The sage smiled at the two. They seemed like a nice bunch. Maybe sticking with them wont be the worst thing ever.

He stuck his hand out for a handshake, “Well, nice to meet you both! You can call me Sage if my name is too long,” he paused as Sapphire shook his hand, albeit with suspicion, “Well,” he retracted his hand, “Lets get going, shall we?"

The two simply nodded, giving each other strange looks.

 

Maybe nice was a tad bit pushing it.

---

Truthless Recluse knew he made a mistake.

 

Currently, the unknown individuals in front of him were staring at him in barley concealed horror.

His staff had been given back to him so he could tell what they were doing.

The green one with white hair had a hand over her mouth, the black and white one’s eyes were wide open, looking at the recluse in shock, the orange one’s mouth was open, and the pink one holding his wrist looked like she’d been hit with a truck.

 

“P-P-Pure…Vanilla?”

Oh right, they were still there.

 

He looked up at the one who said it. The green one, who was still looking at him with fear. He raised his eyebrows to say he was listening.

“Y-You don’t know who we are?”

 

His frown grew deeper. Seriously, who were these people and why did they keep on calling him…that.

 

“No.” he said, still looking straight at the green cookie, “And I am still unaware on who ‘Pure Vanilla’ is.”

 

Her face dropped.

 

He felt…strangely sad about that.

 

He continued, wrenching his wrist away from the pink cookie, “I believe you have the wrong cookie.” He said, as politely as he could, which wasn’t that politely, “If you’ll excuse me, I have matters to attend to.”

He rubbed his wrist while walking away. He knew deep down that they would not take ‘no’ for an answer, so he was trying to put as much space between them before they realized what he was doing.

 

Apparently, they did not take as long as he would have liked.

His wrist was almost instantly grabbed again, by the same pink cookie. They were all still shocked, but now there was something else on their faces.

He cared little for what it was.

 

He slowly looked back at the pink cookie, frowning deeper. The pink cookie looked a bit taken aback by his expression. Maybe this ‘Pure Vanilla Cookie’ didn’t frown that often.

“Wait! Are you-”

The Recluse had two options currently:

One: Pretend to be this “Pure Vanilla Cookie” and hopefully get the pink cookie to let go of him.

Or plan B.

The cookies probably wouldn't believe him either way if he said he was Pure Vanilla.

 

So that left plan B.

“-illa are you o-”

Truthless Recluse acted.

He grabbed the staff still in his hand.

 

And hit the cookie in the face.

 

The pink cookie let go in an instant. Jam smeared on her face as she yelled out.

Truthless took the chance to break free and run, ignoring the yells.

 

Did he feel bad about potentially breaking an innocent cookie’s nose?

…That was debatable

He had more important matters at hand.

Like finding the Sage.

 

In Truthless’s rush, he didn’t notice the three cookies walking towards him.

He bumped into one of the cookie’s faces. They seemed shorter than him, so their face hit his chest.

He looked up, expecting a one of the rainbow cookies or a servant.

Instead, he found a red cookie, a purple cookie, and a blue cookie with multicolored eyes.

 

Wait.

 

Multicolored eyes.

Truthless looked up, only to be met with three surprised faces. One of which had blue and gold eyes.

 

 

“Sage?”

Notes:

Hollyberry: "Pure Vanilla, are you ok-"
Truthless Recluse: 🤛😧🌼
Damn what did my girl do?! 😭🙏

Chapter 4: ShadowWatching gone wrong?

Summary:

After meeting up with the Sage, Recluse, him and the two minions of deceit go to the library.

Notes:

WOW no uploads in nearly 2 weeks. I do apologize, in all honesty my motivation is not good combined with a rather busy life, I rarely get time to write.

After finding a way into what Sapphire and Candy called the “Vanilla Kingdom,” the Sage followed the two suspicious cookies through the ornate hallways of the Vanilla Castle. They had come in through a secret passage, a small door hidden away behind bushes and lilies. Candy Apple had insisted that they were welcome, but something about her tone seemed…mocking. Almost like she knew something he didn’t.

…

Or maybe he was being paranoid.

 

As of now, they were still walking through the lavishly decorated halls. Vases of lilies filled every table, their scent almost sickening in its nature.

The sage had never liked lilies. He always thought that their smell was too strong. It made him feel trapped. Weak. Almost like how it was in the-

 

Thud!

 

Candy Apple stumbled back as a cookie slammed right into her frame. The cookie was much taller than her, and they were running at fast speeds, so they caused her to tumble backward, eye ablaze.

“What in the! Who-”

The three cookies locked eyes with the strange cookie. They looked up in a panic, only for their gaze to land on a blonde-haired cookie whose eyes were now fixed onto the sage.

They opened their mouth, gaze flaring with a mix of recognition and surprise.

 

“Sage?”

 

Silence.

 

Then, Truthless, without any care for the two cookies beside the sage, raised his staff…

And bonked The Sage of Truth on the head.

 

The sage hissed, clutching his head while still managing a grin.

“Why hello to you to, my friend!” He wheezed, still clutching his skull and giving his friend a rather annoyed look. The recluse ignored him, choosing instead to start berating the academic.

“You.” Truthless grabbed the sage by the collar, subconsciously avoiding his neck, “Are one of the most insolent, nosy, overdressed, idiotic, academic nuisance I’ve ever spoken to, and trust me when I say that is a hard bar to break.”

 

The deceitful duo’s jaws dropped. They had never, in their entire existence, seen Pure Vanilla manhandle someone like that- much less throw such scathing words at them.

 

The sage was let go of without a care. He brushes himself off, treating the hermit with that same soft smile like the vanilla cookie wasn’t about to ring his neck, “Well my recluse, I sure am proud to have been the first one to break that record of yours, but we have more important matters to discuss.” He flicked specks of dust off his suit, giving the two minions a casual glance like this was a normal Tuesday, “You wouldn’t know of any libraries here, would you dear?”

 

Truthless Recluse sputtered aimlessly, as if trying to grasp what just happened, “I just-you just… your impossible…” he muttered. Sage smiled, eyes glinting mischievously, “Glad to be!”

He took the Recluse’s hand, about to walk forward when,

 

“PURE VANILLA COOKIE!!!” A voice called out, loud and energetic, somewhat like a child.

Truthless could barely turn around when a small cookie crashed into him, nearly sending him flying.

 

He whipped around, eyes wide, when his eyes landed on three kids, one of which was the one who crashed into him. They all had brown dough, one had a white strip of icing for hair and was holding a candy cane like a weapon, the other had a large blue robe with a candy staff, and the last-lagging behind the others-was wearing a pink hoodie and looked nervous. They all stared at him with a mix of admiration and nervousness, which is how people normally stare at him…minus the admiration.

 

The one with the candy staff shot daggers at the candy cane-wielding child, clearly annoyed, “See?! I told you not to go too fast!” Their gaze went to Truthless, who was still stunned, “Pure Vanilla Cookie, are you okay! Shouldn’t you be resting from the battle?”

Truthless was about to say they had the wrong cookie again, but the sage gave him a signal. Play along, he mouthed. Truthless sighed internally before turning to the children with the gentlest smile he could muster-which looked ridiculous.

“Its quite alright children! You didn’t injure me after all, so I do not mind.” He spoke in the calmest voice he could. The sage had to cover their mouth from laughing. “As for why I’m walking around…I thought that a book could help me relax,” the lies flowed easily, though he felt bad for lying to children, “Though, I seem to be lost, could you help me find the library?"

Blue robed cookie, (That is what Truthless called him) looked like he was about to say something when the Gingerbread cookie cut him off, “Of course Pure Vanilla Cookie! We will help you in any way we can!”

The girl with the hood looked up at the three cookies next to Recluse-Candy and Sapphire having already put on disguises the second they saw the 3 cookies- “Who are those three?” Candy Apple cut in, eyes mischievous, “We are um… Scholars, yes scholars. Pure Vanilla here was helping us find the library, but then we got lost.” Gingerbrave grinned, and held out his hand, “Well Im Gingerbrave, that’s Strawberry, and that over their’s Wizard!” He pointed as he talked.

Truthless internally sighed in relief, he didn’t want to know what would’ve happened if he needed to say their names and he didn’t know them.

---

Eventually, they made it to the library, books covered every shelf and the floors sparkled. The sage’s eyes went wide. He’d never seen such a wonderful library before!

A cookie walked over to the group, they had blonde icing and brown dough, they wore a fancy hat with green, black, and white robes, with glasses.

“Hello there! Welcome to the Vanilla Kingdom Library!” The cookie said, their tone practiced and clear, “I am Éclair Cookie, the Vanilla Kingdom Librarian!” Éclair bowed down, eyes shinning with respect and awareness. The sage could respect such a devoted scholar.

Suddenly, Éclair noticed the recluse. Their eyes widened, and their once closed off demeanor seemed more…open. “Ah! Pure Vanilla Cookie! It's great to see you well! How is the book you borrowed last week?”

 

Truthless blinked, confused for a minute, then deciding to go with it, “Ah yes…the book. It was very…informative! Thank you for asking!”

Before the recluse could further fail in describing a book, the sage stepped in, eyes calculated, “Why hello good sir! I was wondering if you had anything on dimensional abnormalities, interdimensional travel, or body transfers?” Sage spoke with a smile, making flippant gestures with his hands.

 

Éclair Cookie blinked, not used to such specifics of what the cookie wanted. Typically, cookies just pointed randomly, and he had to spend hours trying to decipher what exactly was wanted. He honestly felt happy for a minute before realizing he had to actually answer their question.

“Oh yes! Dimensional travel and abnormalities are in section DE-15 and body transfers are in BE-16. Though, may I inquire about your names and why you wish to delve into the subject?” Éclair cookie spoke politely but curiously. He’d never seen these people and wanted to know more about them and their relation to Pure Vanilla Cookie.

 

The sage blinked and was about to open his mouth when Candy Apple stepped in, interrupting him.

“Ah yes! I am Apple Pastry Cookie, this,” she pointed to Black Sapphire, “Is Blackberry Crumble Cookie, and he’s,” she pointed to the sage, “…uh…Blueberry Milk Cookie!”

Sage flinched when she said those words. He didn’t like lying, he never did it…well he rarely did it but still…

 

Truthless Recluse turned to the librarian, “We will be going now. Thank you for your service.” Éclair cookie looked baffled, turning to the recluse, “No! No! The pleasure is mine! Its always great to have you around ya know, the people around here love you!”

Truthless blinked. Such kind words had never been directed towards him in a long time. He smiled, a genuine smile, but quickly snapped out of it. They were directing these words at Pure Vanilla Cookie, not him. He shouldn’t be preening at praise not even ment for his ears. He stopped smiling, returning to his normal, reclusive, self,

“Thank you... This kingdom is…fortunate to have you.” His words were barley a murmur, his eyes downcast. Éclair cookie frowned, sensing tension but deciding not to intervene.

 

The sage was about to interject when the door burst open with a deafening bang. 4 cookies stood there, along with the children who brought them to the library in the first place. They seemed confused, asking why the 4 were so panicked. The sage then realized that said children had left while they were talking to éclair.

 

Truthless seemed nervous, the eye on his staff shifting uncomfortably.

“Ya know them?” Sage whispered, eyes glancing from them to Truthless. Truthless looked away, his voice barley a murmur,

“I…may have assaulted one of them during my confusion.” He murmured, clearly slightly guilty. The sage glanced at the group, sure enough, one of them, the pink one, had a bandage on her nose, which looked broken.”

 

“YOU WHAT?!” The sage yelled/whispered, which caught the cookie’s attention, they turned toward the two, eye widening in surprise once focused on them.

One of them, a green one with white hair, looked at him with contempt, her eyes narrowing.

 

"Shadow Milk Cookie.”

Notes:

White Lily: Shadow Milk Cookie?!🤯😮😲🙊🙀

Sage of Truth: Who what when now? 👁️👄👁️😕🤥😵‍💫🤷‍♂️

Chapter 5: Starting to Spiral

Summary:

The Ancients grill the Sage and Recluse. They form a plan. Candy Apple and Black Sapphire plan from behind the scenes

Notes:

Heyyy! Been a while. Almost TEN days! Holly FU-

But yeah sorry about that. School being a bitch and 2 honors classes-not flexing-is not helping

Chapter 6 should be coming soon.

10 chapters is not official, its simply a placeholder.

The bench was cold.

 

The vanilla bean wood cut into Candy Apple’s legs, leaving no marks except the mental scars of discomfort.

Black Sapphire was next to her, but he didn’t speak either. They just sat side by side, both refusing to acknowledge the reality of what was happening inside the Sanctum.

 

The Sage and…whoever the other one was, had gone into the sanctum with the Ancients, with much struggle of course. But, eventually, they conceded. The large doors seemingly enveloping the 6 cookies. They had kept their disguises on, claiming to just be random scholar who had tagged along after hearing that the duo were heading to the library. White Lily had just smiled and told them to sit here.

 

Now normally, Candy would’ve rather became cake hound chow than ever listen to Misses Goody two shoes, but Sapphire had insisted. He gave her one of those looks, one that just said to play along.

 

And so she did.

 

What else were they supposed to do?

---

Then Black Sapphire stood

He rose slowly, staring Candy Apple down with a serious expression she’d never seen on him before.

“We aren’t actually going to just sit here, right?”

Candy blinked.

 

“Wh-what?” She asked, taken aback. Black Sapphire had asked her to play along and, Candy Apple wasn’t stupid, no matter how many rumors Sapphire had spread about her being such.

The Ancients were strong.

They would be dead before Master even saw them.

 

Black Sapphire seemed to read her mind. His eyes twitched a fraction as he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off the bench. The discomfort left her body, followed by the uncomfortableness of Black Sapphire’s stone cold hands.

“No you idiot! We aren’t just going to march in there and fight them, no. We need help which meeeeeeans…” he let her finish the rest. Her eyes widened, voice coming out in a mix of confusion and slight horror,

 

“The other beasts…?”

Black Sapphire smirked, letting her go and ruffling her hair. She yelped, shoving his cold hand off of her, warmth spreading through her cheeks as maddened giggles left her mouth, “st-st-o-gahahaha!! Stop it!!”

He eventually let go, grinning ear to ear. He summoned his staff and abandoned the disguise, “Right-i-o! We go tell the others about Master’s…erratic behavior, and then they fix it! They’re smart! They have to have something to fix him from the…spell he’s under.”

 

A portal ripped itself open, black magic curled slightly around it. Master Shadow Milk had given them both access to the Other Realm, which gave them excellent teleportation abilities.

 

They both walked in with barely disguised giddiness.

This would work. They would help.

 

…

 

It had to.

---

Sage was scared.

 

He knows. Scared? Him?! The Sage of Truth, the Keeper of All Knowledge, the Key to All Truth. Scared.

 

In all honesty, he had a right to be scared.

With the 4 cookies currently giving him death stares.

 

He and Truthless had been sitting in front of the 4 for who knows how long now. Most of their questions were accusations pointed at the Sage or questions on “What he did?”

The thing was, he didn’t do anything. Well, at least, not to their friend.

 

The sage spoke up once again, as politely as he could, “Once again, for the millionth time. I don’t know who Pure Vanilla or Shadow Milk Cookie are, and I didn’t do anything to them.” He put his hands up in the air in defense, his staff long forgotten in a corner of the room.

 

White Lily-he had figured out their names-narrowed her eyes at him, staff clasped tightly in her hold, “Like we are to believe your lies, you’ve done something like this before, why wouldn’t you do it again?"

The sage blinked. Done this before? What was that supposed to mean? “Pardon?” He asked, hand clasped tightly around the armrest. He glanced back at Truthless Recluse, who was sat next to him, staff clasped tightly, eyes narrowed.

 

After what felt like hours, the yellow one-who’s name was apparently Golden Cheese-sighed loudly, hands moving to clasp her face, “We are getting NOWHERE with this! Fine let’s just say we believe you, what then?” She looked at the two, one with contempt, the other worry.

The sage’s eyes lit up. Finally! They were getting somewhere! He reached into his satchel, one he stole- I mean borrowed from the Spire, he pulled out a book called Magicanical Engineering and Multidimensional Syncing written by The Fount of Knowledge.

The Fount of Knowledge. He feels as though he’s heard that name before.

.

.

.

.

Probably from a book or something!

He flips onto a page labeled, “Multidimensional Travel Using Magical Syncing” he points to a paragraph, letting White Lily read it.

“When large amounts of magic are used by two alternate entities in two different dimensions; it can create a rift in the time-space continuum, making a portal to another dimension and even going as far as sucking the people around it into it. Their souls connecting to their alternate bodies.”

 

White Lily’s eyes narrowed as she turned to look at him.

“So what happens to Pure Vanilla and…Shadow Milk Cookie.”

 

The sage’s eye twitched slightly at the distain in her voice. His smile dropped into a slightly guilty frown, “Well…that’s just the thing…”

 

He flipped the page.

 

Only to reveal the rest of the book’s pages had been ripped out, some remained, but were burnt to a crisp.

White Lily’s eyes narrowed, then something sparked in her eyes,

 

“Wait! If this was made by the Fount, and by extension Shadow Milk Cookie, then perhaps there’s a copy of it in the Spire of All Knowledge.”

 

Sage blinked, “The Spire of All Knowledge?”

White Lily flinched, “You’ve never heard of it?”

 

The Sage merely shook his head.

 

White Lily Cookie sighed, “Well we will have to split up, you,” she pointed to the Sage, “can go to the Spire while we research here.”

 

The sage blinked, “Pardon but, I don’t even know where the Spire is, how could I go alone?”

 

Truthless, who had been silent this entire time, spoke up, “I…could come with you,”

The Ancients flinched slightly, forgetting he was even there.

 

The Sage’s eyes lit up, “YOU! Want to come with ME? Oh this is just the best day ever-!”

“I take it back. Ill stay here.” The Recluse said, stepping back from the Sage.

 

Sage looked like he’d got hit by a truck. “Fudgesticks! I was so close!”

Truthless couldn’t help but crack a smile at the Sage’s horrible attempt at cursing. He covered his mouth with his hand, the eye on his staff crinkling in delight.

 

White Lily looked disappointed, her eyes lidding his dread, “Well…I, suppose that only leaves one option,”

 

“I will have to accompany you..”

She sounded like she didn’t want to say this.

 

…

 

She probably didn’t.

 

The Sage looked at her curiously, opening his mouth to speak when Golden Cheese interrupted,

 

“Well, calm down! We don’t even know your name yet!”

 

The sage was about to start his whole introduction, but then stopped himself. He didn’t want to attract attention, so he used a fake name.

“Well Im…Blueberry Milk Cookie!” He used the name Candy Apple had given him. It wasn’t technically a lie, per say, he didn’t really have a name, so he made one up.

 

Not a lie.

Right?

 

Truthless raised an eyebrow at him, but didn’t say anything. The Ancients seemed to buy it, judging by how they simply nodded and turned to the Recluse, expecting a name from him as well.

“Truthless Recluse…” he muttered, turning away.

 

The Ancient’s eyebrows shot up, but none of them said anything, simply nodding and turning to White Lily.

White Lily narrowed her gaze in determination, “We should get going as fast as we can. I can cast teleporting spells. Come on.”

 

The Sage was about to say something when magic flared up.

 

Bright.

 

Blinding

 

Silver

.

.

.

Oh no.

---

Truthless merely observed as White Lily and the Sage teleported away, leaving nothing but faded runes in their wake.

 

As much as he hated to admit it, he was slightly worried, especially because of Sage’s facial expression before the two disappeared.

He almost looked scared.

…

Not that it mattered to him of course.

…

We know what you are Recluse. You Gay ass.

 

 

He slowly turning to the other Ancients, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed.

 

Sigh.

 

This was going to be a long day.  

Notes:

Silver light? Sage angst! Whaaaaat? I would never.

Not Truthless being worried about his boyfriend- I mean Husband- I mean...fudgesticks!

My TruthlessSage ass trying not to ship them because this is supposed to be platonic:
Mission Impossible

Not me shipping every flavor of ShadowVanila except for actual ShadowVanilla. And when I do ship them, its normally really toxic. I ship TruthlessSage, ShadowRecluse, hell! Even some PureSage! But I wouldn't touch ShadowVanilla with a 10 foot pole

Anyway enough of my ramblings! Bye pookies! Until next time.

-Lost

Chapter 6: Rotting Silvervine

Summary:

The Sage and White Lily make their way to the Spire, albeit, with some complications. They also have a nice chat, Sage realizes something.

Notes:

THERE IS NO SHADOWLILY IN THIS! IT IS PLATONIC! I'D RATHER BRING A GUN TO MY MOUTH THAN SHIP SHADOWLILY MUCH LESS SAGELILY!

 

TW: Technically Graphic Depiction of Violence and Injuries, it really isnt that bad though.
Also panic attack right at the beginning.

Falling.

 

He was falling!

 

The sage landed on the ground with a harsh thud. Silver burned from all directions. Suffocating him. The forest almost seemed to glow with the Guardian’s power. But he didn’t notice. All he noticed was the blinding light he remembered from his nightmares. From his memories long forgotten.

 

His breathing grew erratic. He couldn’t hear anything, too lost in his own thoughts to hear White Lily complain about missing the Spire by a mile. Too panicked to hear her ask him if he was okay.

His heart hammered against his ribs, threatening to burst out of his chest, his brain shook with thoughts of entrapment. Fear of being caged. Not now. Not again.

 

Tear streamed down his cheeks, he couldn’t even care about how pathetic he looked right now. Couldn’t even bring himself to notice how his fingers were bleeding from scratching at the tree he had somehow backing into.

 

He could remember how it felt. To be trapped. To be captured.

The fork dug into his sleeves, which were now ruffled jester sleeves instead of his normal polo sleeves.

 

The eyes in his hair melted in fear. Wait! Eyes?!

 

 

 

“You have renounced your Truth. Your Knowledge.”

…

“So you will become a slave to the thing you hate most.”

 

 

The fork came down on his head.

 

“BLUEBERRY MILK COOKIE!!”

 

He snapped out to his spiral. Breathing heavily, he turned to look at the Lily-scented cookie-whom he forgot was there-. It finally dawned on him what he was doing.

He was back upped against a tree. Fingers bleeding, face soaked in his own tears, not to mention he just had a breakdown in front of some random stranger he’s known for 10 minutes. His face burned from embarrassment, heart feeling like it was about to jump out of his chest.

 

“Oh my! Holy whi-um god! I am so sorry!” He yelled out, rushing to wipe his face. He couldn’t be acting like this, crying in front of some stranger like he was a newborn dough.

 

A hand grabbed his arm.

He flinched slightly, looking up to meet 2 sympathetic looking ruby eyes. Her expression softened, dampening her features.

 

“It’s fine. I should’ve asked you about teleporting you first. I may not trust you, but I can admit when I’m wrong.” She handed him a handkerchief. He took it silently, not wanting to embarrass himself further.

Sage wiped his face hurriedly, wanting to get this moment over with. He also wiped the purple jam off his fingers, trying not to noice the lacerations on his fingers. He was immortal after all. He didn’t get infections from cuts.

 

White Lily helped him stand. She didn’t say a thing about his freakout, he couldn’t be more thankful for that. Sage feared that if she asked him, he might die of embarrassment. Crying? Having a breakdown in front of some random cookie? That was unbecoming of him. He should apologize.

 

“I-I should apologize as well,” he started, fidgeting with his hands, “I shouldn’t have done…that in front of you. I barley even know you and I just-”

He was stopped with a hand on his wrist. White Lily turned to stare at him. Looking almost offended,

“You don’t have anything to apologize for…that.” She stated it as if it was a fact, “really, I should’ve asked you first. But I won’t pry if you don’t want me to.”

 

He stilled, wanting to argue, but decided to agree to disagree, “Fine, we’re both at fault. Happy?”

She opened her mouth, then closed it, smiling warmly, “Sure.”

 

They walked out of the patch of forest they were in. Sage realized it was a clearing.

“The Spire shouldn’t be too far from here,” Lily said, adjusting her satchel, “We should get there in a few minutes by going west.”

 

Sage smiled, it was nice to finally not feel like an outsider. He turned to follow her, a pep to his step.

 

White Lily relaxed her shoulders. Maybe, just maybe, she could trust him.

 

 

Sage was starting to feel that way too.

NOT A SHIP | NOT A SHIP | NOT A SHIP | NOT A SHIP | NOT A SHIP | NOT A SHIP | NOT A SHIP

---

AN: This is White Lily’s perspective, hence why SoT is called Blueberry Milk Cookie

The walk through the forest was almost comforting.

 

White Lily walked next to Blueberry Milk, who was looking down at his fingers, where lacerations were present. She frowned. White Lily wasn’t a healer per say, but the sight of the marks still stirred something in her.

Before she could voice said opinion, Blueberry spoke up.

 

“My name isn’t actually Blueberry Milk.”

She froze for a second, still processing the words as they seemingly came out of nowhere.

 

“It isn’t?” Was as she could force out, staring at her…friend, acquaintance? Companion? She didn’t know.

He nodded, looking a bit guilty, probably for lying to her.

 

“Well…what is your real name?” She asked. Looking at him.

He stilled, still reeling from the last few minutes.

 

“I don’t really know.” He muttered.

She paused, about to say something, when he continued.

 

“Around…what was it? 7, 9 months ago, I just sort of…woke up? I awakened in the ruins of what looked like a tower…atop the Peak. I couldn’t remember anything except for my title and purpose. Eventually, I found the Yogurt Village just as the base of the Peak. I started doing lectures there, preaching the Truth…whatever that was. They started calling me the Sage of Truth…or just Sage for short and well…I just went with it.”

He twirled his fingers around, looking less showy than the person he was in the interrogation room. White Lily stopped walking, he stopped too. Then, she asked a question that surprised even herself,

 

“Do you like your purpose?”

She asked it in a serious tone. She knew after all. Knew what it was like to try to reach for a purpose that was impossible, to strive to be something you're not, to know what your ment for…and not like it.

 

He stopped twirling his fingers and thought about the question…really thought. Then he looked at her with an answer.

“Yes. I love teaching cookies! I love what I do but…I don’t know its like there’s this part of me that disappeared and that I can't get back. Like I’ve been violated in some way I don’t have any memory of.”

 

“Do you want me to keep on calling you Blueberry Milk?” She asked, continuing to walk. He followed her, thinking.

.

.

.

“Yes.” One word, yet it ment a lot to both of them.

 

She hummed as the Spire came into view. The blue and black building almost seemed imposing.

 

Blueberry Milk looked up at the building, dread coiling in his gut.

 

He didn’t know how, or when, or why, but he just knew:

 

 

 

Something Bad was going to happen.

Notes:

DAMN Sage angst is wild.

I don't really like this chapter though-or i might be going too hard on myself. I cant really tell the difference-Sage and lily feel mischaracterized, and I dont like the panic attack scene as well as Sage's monologue.

I might make a sequel after I finish this because I like the Lore I made for Sage and Truthless.

Chapter 7 may take a bit as I want to post at least 2 chapter in my other fanfic before I do
more on here + school.

Anyways by for now! See you in about...1-2 weeks!

-Lost

Chapter 7: Beasts and Books

Summary:

Truthless Recluse researches with the other Ancients, White Lily and Blueberry Milk go into the Spire, only to run into a little...problem.

Warning: Implied eating disorder, also maybe Implied suicide??

Notes:

Me before getting sick: YAY! IM SO MOTIVATED!

Me after getting sick: what is the meaning of life?

Yeah so Chapter 4 of TMTBG might be a bit delayed cause sick blues :(((

Anyway enjoy this chapter! I like it a lot!

Truthless was having regrets.

 

After the Sage left, he had been researching with the other “Ancients.”

Who kept on staring at him.

 

He wasn’t stupid, he could see the glances that they-more the pink and the yellow one than the chocolate one-kept on giving him. Ranging from worrying looks, to incredulous stares.

He was used to it though; it didn’t bother him.

 

Truthless Recluse shoved those thoughts from his mind, he cared not what others thought of him, he often made many enemies. After all, when you are the only reason people can not seem to find “the Truth,” a lot of people start to hate you for it.

He had gotten things from smoldering stares to flat out assassination attempts. All of which were-thankfully-halted before they could do real damage.

 

He was immortal though; such tactics wouldn’t work on him either way. Something like a stab wound or a magic blast would heal and scar with time.

 

 

Not that he had tried.

 

He stared at the book in front of him, a purple cover with gold symbols, “The Abnormalities of Time and the Consequences of Time Travel” by some cookie name “Timekeeper Cookie,” whoever that was.

The book was useful, but talked more about other timelines and how to time travel than how to reverse it.

He shut the book with a quiet huff, placing it to the side.

 

He picked up another book, “The Science of Body Swapping for Beginners” by Doctor Candy Floss Cookie. Looked promising.

He was about to open it when,

 

“So…”

He glanced up,

The one who had said it, Golden Cheese? He thinks, was looking at him, along with the other “Ancients.” Truthless hummed to imply he was listening.

 

“Is your name actually ‘Truthless Recluse?’”

He stilled, really? That had to be the first thing they asked?

 

“No. It is simply what others call me.” He spoke, trying to make it clear in his voice that he didn’t want to elaborate.

Silence.

 

Hopefully, they would stop-

“Do you like it?”

He stiffened at the question. No one had even asked him that. Granted, barely any people even talked to him as it was so that wasn’t a high bar to reach.

As for the answer, he didn’t know. He cared little about what others called him. The name didn’t matter. If cookiekind wanted to call him that and act like the favor he was doing them was a curse, then he would act the part.

 

“My opinion on the matter is irrelevant.” Was the answer he chose. He hoped they would simply accept it and move on, though judging by the last answer he gave, he doubted that they would just be quiet.

 

Surprisingly, they didn’t say more. A glance was thrown at him that might’ve been sympathy-he didn’t care to check-but other than that, nothing.

Truthless returned to his book, hoping that they would be quiet. He was on chapter 1: “Body Swapping for the Reciprocate”

“Body swapping is a complicated matter for both parties involved, though there are many things that would happen if a body swap spell was used, two are most likely. One, the person the spell is casted on will go to the caster’s body, swapping their consciousnesses, or the castee is throw into their own mind, either forced to watch the events play out or are put into a deep sleep.”

Truthless paused in slight worry. He hoped that the latter option was applied. He did NOT want to think about what would happen if the two inhabitants were in their bodies. Judging by what he’s heard of Shadow Milk Cookie, it would not be good.

He sighed and continued reading,

“If the latter is true, then time would probably be warped for them. What could be days for the caster could be seconds or months for the castee, it is truly hard to tell.”

“Body swaps are, unfortunately, very hard to reverse, the most likely to work option would probably be to-”

 

“Hey.”

…

Fudgesticks.

He glanced up, again, to see the 3 cookies now up from their seats. The pink one, Hollyberry? Was it? Was calling him.

He made a mental note to wonder why they avoided using his name and turned up to imply he was listening, closing his book to be respectful.

 

“We were going to take a break and head over to the Raisin Inn for floats,” she said, pointing behind her in a direction that he assumed was where the said Raisin Inn was, “Would you…like to join us?”

 

He stiffened, thinking of the pros and cons of going.

Pros: he was tired, he could learn more of the environment, his throat was dry.

Cons: he was close to finding something in the book, wasting precious time, eating.

 

He stilled thinking of that last one. He hadn’t eaten in…witches knows how long. Eating was useless, he had a Soul Jam, which would grant him immortality no matter what he did with himself. He had gone without sustenance for so long that eating was unimaginable.

The one time he tried was a tea party with the Sage. He grabbed a jelly biscuit without thinking and nearly puked his guts out. He had told the Sage it was just food poisoning.

Sage never asked him to eat again.

 

Then again, he was tired of books and maybe he could get away with not getting anything.

 

He looked up at Hollyberry, who looked slightly nervous at the lack of a response,

“Sure.”

 

She nodded, grinning and motioning for him to follow her.

 

Truthless sighed internally before putting the book down-not before saving his spot-and grabbing…his hat? The hat? It wasn’t his after all.

He shoved the hat on his head before heading out the door, Dark Cacao grumbling something about how “If Hollyberry suggests drinking he was going to flip a table.”

 

Hollyberry simply laughed boisterously and winked, slinging an arm around his shoulder.

…

Maybe this wasn’t the best idea after all.

---

The Spire was beautiful.

At least that was what Blueberry Milk thought.

 

He stilled, referring to himself as that felt…right? Yet wrong in a way. Like a distant memory.

The Spire was ornate, walls of white and blue, lined with gold, it felt so…familiar to him. Like a piece of him was in here, waiting. Blueberry had always found chaos…enchanting, in a way. Don’t get him wrong, he hated disorder, but he always saw it as…alluring, enticing, like it wanted him to-

 

“Blueberry Milk Cookie?”

Right, White Lily Cookie.

 

He glanced up from the book in his hand, something about dimensional abnormalities, by, once again, the Fount of Knowledge.

“Yes?” He still felt embarrassed around her, Him? THE Sage of Truth, having a break like that in front of another cookie? No matter how much she said it was fine, he was going to carry that for the rest of his immortal life.

 

She stilled for a minute, looking at the floor before speaking, “I think I left my staff in the other room, could you…get it for me?"

For a second, he wondered why she asked him before realizing that she was currently on a very rickety ladder and getting down from that…disgrace of carpentry, was harder than him taking 6 steps to the next room.

 

“Oh! Of course!” Milk said, getting up from his seat and glancing at the book to save his spot-photographic memory is especially useful sometimes. He was willing to do anything to get away from his racing thoughts.

He walked over to the door on his right side, opened the handle the opposite way-as that was apparently how to open the doors here-and stepped in, vaguely hearing White Lily mention something about a maze.

---

Blueberry Milk Cookie walked into an unfamiliar room.

He paused…wait, this wasn’t where he was-

He turned,

 

The door was gone.

.

.

.

Great…

Notes:

Damn bro got lost...
Loser.

Fudgesticks is the new F word, change my mind.

Truthless being an antisocial hermit and the Ancients being oblivious for 50 hours

Um chapter 4 of TMTBG probably between tomorrow and Sunday, chapter 8 in the same time frame.
Byeeeeeee!!!

-Lost!

Chapter 8: Corn Maze

Summary:

Blueberry Milk Cookie is lost...and finds something important, new players enter the stage.

Notes:

WOW it's been like...12 days!

I will admit, I kept on scrapping this chapter because I thought it was half-assed and eventually came up with this

Enjoy!!

Blueberry Milk will admit, maybe he should’ve been more careful.

 

Currently, he was staring at the same empty wall that used to have a door just a minute before.

 

“Great…” he muttered, then proceeded to sigh dramatically, probably way too loudly for the silent room.

Well, how could this possibly get worse?

He turned.

 

The room he was in was…wrecked to say the least. It seemed to have been an observatory,

Before someone destroyed it.

The once pristine room was in shambles, a telescope was hurled in the far-right corner, the glass shattered and scattered around the room. Books were thrown around, pages ripped, covers slashed as if an animal had gotten too them. Flashlights were tossed around, almost as if they had been hurled into the wall. Blankets were also thrown aside, ripped in half or in pieces.

 

“Sheesh...” he muttered as he glanced at a broken telescope stand, legs bent up in a mad rage, “looks like someone wasn’t having a great day…” Blueberry Milk kicked the telescope unceremoniously, only to wince when he realized that instead of his normal boots, on his legs were nothing but leggings, thick ones, but still just leggings.

 

He should find a way out of here though. White Lily Cookie was probably worried and not to mention, dying in someone else’s house in someone else’s body was NOT the way he wanted to go.

 

He turned his body fully and looked around. That was when he noticed an archway. The door was beautiful, covered in intricate star signs and moon phases-all of which were completely accurate. He walked over, taking great care not to step on any of the pieces of broken glass and shards of metal lying on the ground.

 

The archway’s door depicted a women sitting on the moon, her dress made of navy blue smoke, and her hair clouds of ebony. She was beautiful, almost etherial in a way. Around her sleeping form were stars, each one brighter than the last. The night sky was marked with swirls of blacks and blue, some silvers also thrown into the mix.

 

Sage put a gentle hand on the painting, admiring its handiwork.

The second his hand met the painting though, it disappeared.

 

Blueberry Milk yelped as the wall suddenly vanished, leaving empty space in its wake.

“Gahh!” He nearly fell over, saving himself by grabbing onto the archway that still remained, “Well…that was what I would call a dramatic exit!”

…

No one responded.

…

Right…he was alone.

 

He stepped towards the archway, ready to leave, when suddenly, he got this…feeling, like being watched. A shiver ran down his spine.

Get out Get out Get out Get out Get out Get out

He whipped his head around, but found nothing except empty air.

He stepped forward, only to feel something beneath his foot. Something…soft.

 

Blueberry Milk looked down.

…

A…plush.

The thing was small, the shape of a cookie. Stuffing leaked out of its head-probably from when he stepped on it. It has messy blonde hair and wore robes of black and gold.

Wait.

Messy blonde hair…robes of black and gold…

 

He picked the tattered doll up, only to confirm his suspicions.

A lump appeared in his throat, making it hard to breathe.

 

The doll of the Truthless Recluse stared back at him with its one intact eye, the blue seeming to mock his unease.

 

A doll of the Recluse. Why here? Why here where none of them even existed?

Dread sank its claws into him. With shaking hands, he put the doll into his satchel, the one White Lily Cookie was kind enough to give him when they left.

 

He needed to find her, find them. Something was off about this place.

 

He walked back to the archway, only to start running when he reached it.

 

He needed to get out of here.

---

Shadow Milk Cookie sat cross-legged in what used to be an observatory, now broken beyond recognition.

 

The soft moonlight of the faux moon that resided in His Other Realm illuminated him, helping the jester see what he was doing.

 

The doll in his hands gradually camE to life the more he sewed. Shadow Milk’s hands worked fast, stitching over the blue and yellow buttoned eyes he had chosen for his puppet.

 

The string let go with a snap. He set the needle off to his side, raising the doll to enjoy his handiwork.

 

The tan skin, the messy blonde hair, all encapsulated into a tiny huggable doll.

He grinned, happier than ever. Then froWned, annoyed.

 

One of the eyes was lopsided.

Shadow Milk Cookie rolled his eyes And grabbed his needle once again, annoyed. Even in plush form his special guest never failed to peSter him.

 

He didn’t mind though! That’s what made him so intriguing in the first plAce!

 

He jabbed the needLe into the plush’s face, ready to start over on the eye, When suddenly, a loud explosion set off, shaking the entire Spire And-he could tell-sending a piece of it crumbling.

 

Shadow Milk Cookie got taken off guard, due to that, he jabbed the needle into the doll’s eYe and pulled, causing the entirety of the right Side of the doll’s face to be pulled out, leaving behind nothing but stuffing.

 

Shadow Milk seethed, the AUDACITY-He knew that whoever caused that probably didn’t know but hE was still angry!

He got up with a huff and floated out of the Room, leaving the doll behind.

 

What he didn’t notice though was how quiet the SpirE was.

 

 

 

And he also didn’t notice the eerie silver glow coming from the top of the Spire.

---

Blueberry Milk didn’t know why he was running.

 

He just knew that something bad was here, and he needed to get away from it.

Blueberry turned a corner, only to bump into a massive door. He hissed and looked up at the ornate entrance.

 

The door was beautifully made. Pure white sugar with golden accents. Unlike the rest of the tower, the aura that radiated from this door felt like White Moon Magic, something he was familiar with, dabbling in a bit himself.

He felt calmer at the sense of familiarity, then wary of how calm he felt. He pulled at the door handle, bracing himself and silently hoping he would be where he wanted to go.

 

The door opened.

And revealed a library.

 

Not just any library, no.

This one was HUGE.

 

Books covered every shelf. Stacks and stacks of literature at every desk. The walls were the same silver and gold as the door, contrasting largely with the normal color scheme of the Spire.

 

The Sage beamed as he rushed in without a second thought, then stopped in front of the bookshelf, in thought.

 

Wait! This is too convenient! A stacked library in a place of lies. Blueberry Milk lowered his head in thought.

Could he really trust this?

 

Get out Get out Get out Get out Get out Get out Get out Get out Get out Get out Get out Get out

He opened one book, wary as he flipped to the fist page.

 

…only to find it all checked out…

He stared for a minute, reading over and over, yet the information stayed the same.

 

He heaved a sigh of relief.

He should go find White Lily and tell her about this…and find her staff…

 

THUD!!

The door slammed open suddenly, entrance nearly falling off its hinges at the sheer force.

 

Blueberry Milk Cookie’s head snapped up, only to reveal 4 cookies.

 

Not the Ancients…no…they were different…familiar.

 

One was holding the door with one hand and an axe in the other, his skin was red, hair black and long, and his Soul Jam was merged to his chest. Next to him was a cookie in full grey armor, purple accents glowing visibly, to the right were two more cookies, one had wings and pink dough, the other a veil and hollow eyes.

 

Blueberry Milk froze; book still clutched to his chest.

 

The red one looked up at him, the eyes in his hair were still there, along with some stars, his eyes were gold and blue instead of the normal mismatches azure, he was wearing a monocle and was clutching a book to his chest. Their eyes widened, along with their…friends???

 

Sage felt a shiver crawl up his spine, along with a desperate need to stop the silence.

 

He, against all better judgement, raised his hand and waved, “Hi!”

 

Silence.

 

The veiled woman’s eyes widened, the pink one clutched her chest like she’d seen a ghost, the armored one’s grip on their sword tightened, the red one looked shocked before their face hardened,

“Okay, so they were NOT lying for once! Who are you and what’d you do to Shadow Milk Cookie?” They said it like they actually didn’t care what happened to him-which to be honest, they didn't care.

 

Blueberry Milk Cookie froze for a minute, before he could even explain himself, another door next to him opened.

 

White Lily Cookie’s head popped in, face twisted with worry, staff in her hand.

“I... oh thank goodness I found you! I thought you got lost—”

 

The reaction was immediate.

Mystic Flour’s eyes snapped open, face twisted in rage, Eternal Sugar’s face fell, Silent Salt’s grip on their sword turned white-knuckled, and Burning Spice looked furious.

 

White Lily finally noticed them. Her face paled, and she clutched her staff tighter.

 

Without thinking, Blueberry Milk grabbed her wrist and bolted,

“RUN!!”

She did.

 

 

And footsteps followed them across the hall...

Notes:

Well they're Fucked!

Shadow Milk's gonna have fun explaining to his friends what he was doing with the Guardian of The Seal.

Next Chapter: Whatever Floats Your Boat, will be coming soon???

Bye!!

-Lost

Notes:

Inspired by Two Truths and Two Lies, great work by the way

I accidentally deleted my word document for Into Black so um that's going to take twice as long.

Im working on a lot of projects and am stretched thin so please be patient

I will be posting my works back on A03 but they will probably never get continuations because in all honesty, ive kinda lost interest in the ideas so you can take credit if you want.
There will be a part two of Secret Obsession but that's kinda it.