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It was a normal day like any other. Mystic Flour sat in the middle of the room, meditating as she always did, when a sudden gust of cold wind struck her. She immediately knew who it was.
Shadow Milk Cookie.
The one cookie she hated even more than Dark Cacao.
SMC: "Well, look what we have here! Long time no see, eh, Misty?"
MFC: "What do you need?"
She responded flatly, clearly uninterested in talking to him. Shadow Milk, on the other hand, acted offended-almost saddened.
SMC: "Aww, why so mean? Do you not like spending time with me anymore?"
MFC: "No. I'd prefer you leave if you have nothing important to say."
She just wanted the conversation to end so she could return to her meditation.
SMC: "Oh?~ But I do have something to talk about."
Mystic Flour looked at him, opening her mouth to reply but before she could say anything, he dropped the bomb.
SMC: "Do you recall the rumor that caused your downfall? Well... I was the one who spread it!"
He said it proudly, full of misplaced pride, stupidly oblivious to what he had just confessed.
MFC: "...What?"
SMC: "Yeah!"
MFC: "I... I could've saved them..."
SMC: "Oh, come on, Misty. They were leeching off your kindness!"
MFC: "I COULD'VE SAVED THEM!"
SMC: "Oh-fuck."
(He knew he'd fucked up badly.)
MFC: "YOU MOTHERFUCKER! GET OUT!"
SMC: "But-"
MFC: "NOW!"
And with that, Shadow Milk disappeared.
Mystic Flour was left alone in the silent room, her composure finally cracking as tears welled in her eyes. From nearby, Peach Blossom who had heard the commotion came into view. The moment he saw her on the verge of breaking down, he knew he had to act.
Even though things weren't the same anymore not since her corruption he couldn't just let her suffer alone.
Peach Blossom quietly walked over and wrapped his arms around her. Mystic Flour hesitated for only a moment before collapsing into his embrace, her tears soaking into his shoulder. As she cried, he gently rubbed her back, offering silent comfort.
"You didn't fail them," he said softly after a moment. "Someone stole your chance. That isn't the same thing."
Her breathing slowly steadied, though the pain still lingered in her chest. Mystic Flour closed her eyes, clinging to the warmth he offered fragile, but real.
For the first time in a long while, she wasn't completely alone.