Honey Lavender Cookie's Tired Travels

TimeKeeper Cookie zoomed through the constant shifting and reforming of the different timelines on her scissors, humming a tune as she did. Though the tune stopped when she caught sight of something interesting. Two creatures outside of time. “How peculiar!” TimeKeeper said to herself as she flew over. Getting closer, she was curious as to why they hadn’t moved or acknowledged her. Circling the two, she examined this strange pair. Noting the chains and locks, she turned her gaze to the smaller cookie. “Sealing something outside of time, huh?” She asked as she leaned down, not expecting a response. “Can’t say I have seen that before. Time hopping, time destroying, a few littering cases here and there. But never a banishment, very interesting.” She leans back as she glances at the monster before her, giving a small whistle at the sight. “This fella has got to be pretty strong for you to do all of this, huh? Don’t worry, we’ll have this all sorted out.” Taking hold of her scissors, she cut open a rift. Once she got back to headquarters, she’d send a team to help wrangle this beast. A loud cry cut her plan short, though. 

The beast, once unmoving, now thrashed and pulled against it’s bindings once more. No doubt stirred by the power of a rift opening. “My oh my!” TimeKeeper cookie said as she moved out of the way of one of the swinging claws. “Excited to see something new huh? I know the feeling.” 

The monster only roared in response as it writhed, desperately moving to the nearby rift. “Ah ah ah, sorry but that rift is for me only.” TimeKeeper moved to dart into the portal but was stopped when something grabbed her scissors. Looking behind herself she saw the monster with its claws in the handles of her blades. TimeKeeper held on with all her strength as the monster waved her scissors about. After a few quick shakes she looked around to get her bearings.

Her eyes widened when her gaze landed on the blades of her scissors; pushing heavily against the chains that bound the beast. She had to look away due to how bright the points of contact glowed. She could hear the chains straining against her scissors, even wrapping under the pressure. ‘I need to find a way to stop it or it might-’ Suddenly she was freefloating within the spaces between time. The monster had succeeded in its plan. Now no longer needing the scissors it tossed them to the side, instead diving into the still open rift. The scissors bumping against the core timeline.

TimeKeeper was quick to act, grabbing her scissors and going after the beast, accidentally forgetting the cookie now adrift. The still sleeping cookie drifted closer to the timeline, and the small rift left behind by the monster's actions.

The crown felt foreign on top of PureVanilla Cookie’s head. The title of king felt heavy on his tongue. He was glad this was simply for the ceremony; he doubted he could wield such a title as grand as king like his friend DarkCacao or GoldenCheese. Once the ceremony was over, PureVanilla walked to his balcony that gazed over his kingdom. The purple, orange, and gold blended beautifully. A wonderful sight for the ending of this chapter of his life.

As the sky shifted to a deep blue and the stars began to show PureVanilla believed it was time to retire to bed, but something caught his eye. Something he could only describe as a tear in the fabric of reality itself appeared in the distance. When he saw something come through that tear he threw the idea of resting to the wayside, already making his way to the main doors.

“I'm not just talking to myself,” his voice was low. You swallowed. A sheepish acknowledgement came from your throat. It was a weak warble. He let out a laugh at that and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Of course, you do,” he sighed playfully, “How could you not? I know just how smart you are.”

Centuries past, that compliment would have gone directly to your heart. Currently, it drew only despair. Your Fount… How would he handle what he became? If his mind had not been twisted with a desperation for acknowledgement from his creators— from growing sick of watching the folly argue amongst themselves and use him to confirm whatever ludicrous theories they had come up with. You should have intervened. You should have done anything but run. On his cusp of corruption, you should have reached your hand to balance him instead of leaving him to fall deeper and deeper into the maddening call of the divine.

Unconsciously, you lifted a hand to his cheek. The side that had been tarnished by that arrow. It disturbed you that some part of you wanted to scream at the attack— panicked over truly seeing him perish. Sealed away, you could have pleaded ignorant to his fate, yet seeing him die before your eyes. You teared up. It only made your panic when his strings came for you even worse.

He lived.

He lived; and he would have you.

Maybe you were falling into your own madness, trapped with him. Maybe it had been latent all along, a reflection of your connection to the Beast.

Your Virtue; your Beast. No matter the role he took, he was still whom the creators had made you stand alongside.

“… I'll never let you stray again,” his voice was quiet— sombre. He must have been peering into your mind. There was no privacy for you. Had there ever been? You brought your other hand to grasp one holding your waist. “My precious marionette,” the feeling of his cold lips to your neck nearly made you cry out, “There is one lie I can never tell.” You listened intently.

“I love you,” his lips began to move up your neck to your jawline, “I adore you. You're mine. There is no where you can go that I won't find you.”

And you knew, those were all truths.