𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐓 ; " 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝙸𝚁𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚂"
𝐹𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒/SMC 𝑥 𝑌𝑂𝑈
the Font of Knowledge whispered—a voice like velvet-wrapped wind,a secret meant only for you.
Stained glass caught the setting sun,light settling between you with a warmth that made the moment sacred.The tower itself seemed to breathe in time with your silence.Letters danced. Debates flowed.Time, for once, had chosen kindness.
You stood before him,nervous but with joy just beneath the surface.The tutoring had ended.You should have left.But his eyes—one gold as dawn, the other deep as a starless night—held you there.Your hands clutched the scrolls he'd helped you understand.You'd known him since he was director of Blueberry Yogurt Academy.Now, in your final year, the world was widening,ready to swallow you away from him.
"Yes. I will."But the smile faded.You would leave.Drift from the one you cherished most.The one you… loved.He noticed.That serene smile of yours had cracked.
Silence rose between you—strange,like a wall of frozen glass, invisible yet insurmountable.In his eyes, tired of the world's selfishness,you knew: if you left and later returned,deceit would find him vulnerable.Would corrupt him.
"Font, I—" Words failed.His golden staff—the giant key that opened doors between books—clattered to the floor.
And he broke.He threw himself at you,holding you as if letting go would condemn him to oblivion.
He wept into your neck,hands gripping your waist,voice cracking:" Don't leave me… don't Leave me...please…"You held him.
Fear tightened your throat.He was afraid too.Slowly, he pulled back.A single tear rolled down his cheek.You wiped it away without thinking.His eyes—those spellbinding eyes—looked into yours.The late afternoon warmth lingered on your bodieslike a sacred brand.He leaned in.His gaze dropped to your lips,then returned to your eyes.
Just two souls who had waited too long.His hand found your nape,the other your waist.His lips—soft, delicate,yet pressing with fear of losing you.
You parted at the same moment,laughed.He smiled—truly smiled.You were happy.
Every happy ending must end.
The people turned on him.For lying.The dam broke.Half the village swept away.They took his tower.Flames consumed it all.
He would seize it. Of course he would.
The rift in space-time that traitor Silent Salt had torn—he saw it.Calculated it.He could go to you.
He fought Timekeeper Cookie.Did not stop until she fell.He was more changed than ever.His eyes—now doubled—stared with something terrifying.His hands, scribbles of truth and lies,could shape themselves at will.The great clock lay broken.Timekeeper coughed jam on the ground.Her golden scissors—meant to erase anomalies—lay nearby.
And Shadow Milk was an anomaly.
Pressed the sharp point to her throat.Laughed softly.
"You lost.Now give me what I want."Her perpetual smile had faded
."Tell me, wandering clock.Where… are…the versions of [Favorite Flavor]."
