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“Meant to be..?”
Shadowmilk smiles widely as he hears those words be repeated to him albeit in a more hollow tone than before but he ignores it as he pulls his Truthless, closer to him with strings on the other wrist the blonde drops his staff. The beast feels elated that he has won over his other half to his side.
“Why of course my silly Nilly, the proof is the soul jam that you have.”
Making the emotionless cookie twirled around like the cookie was a puppet before Shadowmilk embraced the other in his arms but when they touched a sound of a tongue clicked of annoyance and before the blue jester could do anything he found himself wrapped by his own strings around his neck and somehow his hands behind his back.
“That sounds ... like a joke..”
The vanilla cookie softly whispered to jester's ear and before Shadow milk could do anything, he was being choked by his strings.
“W-what ack!?”
Truthless, continue talking as he watches the other expression so his so-called other half wouldn’t pass out with his reform staff. Truthless breathes softly tilting his head away from the jester.
“Oh Shadow milk.. ”
The vanilla cookie’s voice was the same hollow tone like he was not strangling someone with his strength at the moment.
“There are many things that you say I have to disagree with, like for one.. When you said that my life was a mirror to yours.. To be like you..?”
Truthless moves his head closer to the beast as he closes his eyes.
“But oh sage of knowledge-”
Shadow milk tense by his dead title being mentioned by the other’s lips.
“you should know that no one.. has the same experience in their life, even if they, themselves are the same person..”
The blonde felt the strings fading from his hands but was not shocked as he continued to carry on his one sided conversation.
“The reason for that is how one cookie decide to process it”
As the strings disappear, Truthless grabs both of the blue jester’s arms and twists them upwards behind the beast's back making the corrupt cookie hiss in pain, then when the blonde opens his eyes slightly open, while Shadow milk coughs out heavily as air fills his lungs.
“W…why you..”
Shadow milk growls out as he turns his head to the other with a sharp glare and in response Truthless moves his captive arm up making another hiss.
“Thoughts, feelings or how one is nurtured.. oh so many factors..”
Truthless’s breath brushes against Shadow milk’s skin making it prickly at the sensation, though he try to focus more on the pain or whatever the fallen king is saying, so he wouldn’t let
let out an embarrassing sounds, though Shadow milk never expected this side of Pure vanilla at all.
“So in all truthfulness your goal is futile..”
The jester feels hot with emotions, the major one was rage as he hears this then he roars out.
“WH- WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY THAT?! I gah.. T-turn you into a follower of deceit, I made you like this!!”
Just like the other cookie’s voice his chuckle was also hollow, then a heavy sign came after.
“And that… beast is another thing where you’re wrong..”
Shadow milk felt his arms pain less but the other’s grib was a strong hold, which made jester question about the fallen hero as a healer in his gaze of bafflement.
“You just enter my dream, cherry picking a few of my memories that match your narrative..”
Truthless’s face scowled but his eyes had no anger to them, which Shadow milk mind halted at how empty they were.
“You were once called the Sage of knowledge and yet did getting sealed deteriorate your mind..?”
That snapped the blue cookie out of his shock, though before he could say anything once more his arms were pulled, making Shadow milk yelp in pain.
“Or was it your age..?”
The blond hum absentmindedly in thought but the low vibrates near Shadow milk made him shivered again and the weird sensation came back slowly.
“Well whatever the case it is..”
Truthless words were barely a whisper.
“You should’ve looked for more information about me..before turning me into this..”
Then a quick motion Truthless lets go of the jester’s arms but quickly grabs the neck instead and squeezes it before the corrupted cookie could do anything but struggle to get away.
“A cookie that once held a soul jam of knowledge now holds deceit..”
Shadowmilk felt his chest burn from lack of air and his vision was dark quickly and the other’s words was getting hard to hear for the beast.
“Can never hold the soul jam truth..”
Then Shadow milk went limp from the lack of oxygen and his knees gave away but since he was still in a choke hold his body didn’t fall to the ground but the other notice this and gently move his hands away from the neck but was still holding the blue cookie, then gently place him on the ground while with clouded eyes, Truthless looks at bruise on the neck and with a hollow frown he heals the beast before he no longer touching the other.
As Truthless gets up from the ground a voice like his own echoes with barest hint of shock but it was also hollow.
(You finally showed your true self.)
Walking passed the beast to his staff, the blonde bent down and pick it up as Truthless hummed.
“My .. true self huh..”
Then he walks away from the beast and towards the entrance.