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warmth.
Such an unfamiliar feeling to him.
He could only sense the warmth of the air seeping into his dough, his vision blacked out underneath his eyelids with the occasional sparks of light you would see if you had closed your eyes too long.
What else could he feel…?
Grass, dirt, and the small gusts of wind that would blow in his hair and fall against his face.
He couldn’t tell if this was heaven or hell.
The last thing he had remembered is sinking to the bottom of an inky abyss, filling him up like wine being poured into a glass. How long ago was that? He didn’t know.
He finally opens his eyes, met with a blinding sight of a clear blue sky with puffy clouds faintly following the direction of the wind. He lets go of the breath he didn’t know he was holding, finding peace in the moment of ignorant bliss. His head is empty, for once. A finger twitches faintly, brushing against the green grass below.
Is this what death is?
A warm, welcoming embrace of the divine feeling of emptiness?
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He had been going about his day, normal and busy as always if you’d count stealing and bothering others from the markets, playing nasty yet harmless tricks on the other younger cookies that would play so innocently together. He hated it, if he was being honest.
He had tried before, saying friendly hellos and trying to be involved in the fun games they would all play, but they always seemed to inch away every time he was present. They would make faces at him, disturbed or annoyed expressions contorting their young faces. Teasing him eventually about how small or “weird” he was compared to the rest of them, “his voice is so high!” they said. “Are you even a boy at all?” Another would reply. “You aren’t fun at all… go find other weird friends like you!” The last would retort.
That was a long time ago.
He didn’t need them.
He didn’t need friends.
He could only count on himself, and that was fine with him.
Blueberry Milk finds his way out of the town square, squeezing through the hole he had dug underneath the wall that connected to the outside fields all those years ago. It was routine for him, he’d think.
He dusts off the dirt on his white, creamy robes with blue shades woven into it after getting up from the ground, walking away from the tall wall behind him.
It doesn’t take long to get to where his destination was.
The forest, although dark and hard to tell where you are even going half the time, was easy for him to navigate. He practically lived there, so it wasn’t much of a shock.
“Hello? I’m back! “
He calls, seemingly to nothing.
Rustling is heard not too long after.
Blueberry Milk’s face lights up, a smile stretching his small, pale blue lips. A pack of wolves jump over to him, keening high-pitched whines and grumbles as they pounce, lick, and play with him. Their tails wagging ferociously behind as they greet him with open arms… or paws.
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It wasn’t long until he regained his composure.
The fount found himself perched up, sitting against a tree on a small hill. The rest was open fields of wealthy grass and dandelions with a small pond nearby full of life. This place was full of life: birds, insects, fish, butterflies, and even as he had made his way on top of the hill, he’d spotted a few foxes bounding about playfully together. He didn’t understand how he was here, or rather why he was brought here?
A hiss.
The fount flinches only slightly, cocking his head to the side trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.
The hiss continued.
Ah, it was above.
A small serpent clung onto the branch of the tree the fount was sitting against.
Perhaps it didn’t like the company of the cookie so close to it, feeling threatened.
The fount gently smiles, standing up to get a better look of the snake that was so loudly hissing and puffing at him.
“Ah, a garter snake.. “ the fount thought to himself, gently reaching up to unwind the poor snake that somehow got itself stuck up in the tree, since garter snakes prefer to be ground dwellers and do not do well in high spaces.
The snake coils its neck, staring intently into the founts eyes as its serpenty tongue flicks rapidly after the occasional wide mouth stance screaming “back off, asshole.”
“ I’m not going to hurt you. “ he coos.
His hands go behind the snakes body, keeping its attention in the front while he unwraps the poor things body off the branch, letting it coil around his wrist instead for grip. The snake flicks its tongue again, leaning away from the blue figure infront of it.
“ there, you’re down now! “ he spoke softly to the animal, as if it could even hear him. He gently places the snake down on the ground, watching it squirm and slither off his wrist to the ground. It stays still after, petrified and trying to decide what to do next.
The fount simply smiles and sits back down, Shortly after his face resting with empty somber.
It wouldn’t hurt to take a nap here.
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Blueberry milk hops over countless logs and fallen trees, swiftly making his way through the place he’d come to know so well, his eyes full of innocent wonder as he bounds happily through the forest. After a while he’d found the location he’d headed for, a nice quiet and pretty spot he’d go to everyday to play with his wolves or to wander about by himself. Bothering the animals there and sometimes even bringing food there to snack on until he’s content and full. (Food being stolen items from the market.)
Blueberry milk looks down in the lush green grass and spots a cowering garter snake, eyes lifting up with excitement he picks up the poor snake.
“ snakey! Hi! Woooah i like your silly stripes, im gonna take you with me. “
He coos and pets the snake, scratching its chin as it flinches back and rattles its tail, coiling up away as its tongue flicks out to taste the air around.
Blueberry simply hums to himself as he starts walking into the open space, petting the snake and letting it slither hand to hand, keeping the pace with the snake to lift and grab at the snake to make sure it’s comfortable. (It’s not, very stressed out that a toddler has grabbed it shortly after getting down from a tree because of it being hunted and chased. Blueberry put that poor thing down you little bastard)
Blueberry hums on the way to the small pond at the edge of the open space, leaning down and holding the snake out while petting its body.
“ water! Are you thirsty? “
The snake doesn’t reply, only slithering its way up into blueberry milks sleeve.
“ hehe, okay. I guess not! “
He looks up at the hill not far away from where he was, the tree there was a perfect spot for him to laze about, the perfect amount of shade and sunlight was enough for him. He makes his way up the hill, peeking over the top to see a figure slumped against the tree..seemingly asleep.
His brows furrow, this was his spot! Some rando had stolen it!
Though.. he couldn’t help but glare at the figure. He was ethereal, his cosmic hair that had ended in a lighter shade with stars and possibly galaxies that covered it, it looked so soft.
“Pretty.” He thought.
The child makes his way up the rest and stares down at the individual.
“ hey! Are you dead? Wake up! Wake up! You’re in my spot you loon! “
He kicks the others leg. Hoping to get a reaction out of him and also to not deal with a dead body in his favorite spot to lounge and have to drag it somewhere else for any other critters to feast on.
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The fount feels a small bolt of pain, immediately causing him to jolt and wake.
He’s greeted with the sight of a child poking at him, yelling too.
“ you are alive! Great. Now get out of here before I call my wolves to eat you! “ the child huffs, kicking him again.
“ what..? Alright! calm yourself, young one. “
The fount sighs, getting up and rubbing his forehead.
“ someone ought to teach you manners.. “ he said with a gruff voice from sleep.
“ who are you anyway? “ the child backs up, staring into his mesmerizing hair. The snake had perked up at some point, its head poking out of his hoodie, flicking its tongue toward the scene.
“ ah. Well.. fount of knowledge. “
He hates the name. It doesn’t sound like one, it sounds like an object.. how upsetting.
“ umm, I’m blueberry milk cookie. “ the child mumbles, not used to introducing himself, they would usually run away before he got the chance.
I don’t know what ro write next ok b ye 🥹