Fount flinched as the many cookies gathered around the meeting room, their eyes tainted with curiosity and hatred.
They began asking repeating questions until the one, the one Fount had tried to avoid with all in him.
“Why were we cookies created?”
It hit him hard when it was repeated again. And again, and again…when would it stop?
“What is our use to the witches?”
He sighed, before responding to the sea of waiting cookies. “I, and my fellow virtues were created to serve the witches for the greater good. Similar to you, you must live long and gracious life's under their rules.”
The deceit tasted like ash sprinkles in his throat, but he continued on with his lecture.
“Where are my car keys?” A young-adult asked.
Ah, herbal tea cookie. “In your pocket, tea.”
Fount waited and responded to those questions he was aware of being asked. (Ahhaha chatgpt) The whiteboard he had set up was filled to the brim with spells and thoughts about other spells.
The wings framed his face squeezed onto his face until he couldn't feel his cheekbones, a low rumble escaped his throat as questions continued to overlap other questions.
It bombarded his mind like chalk against a hard surface, screeching and screaming at the writer to stop.
He curled his fingers into his palms, allowing his claws to dig into his skin.
Cookies began shuffling out of the room, huffs of disappointment at the fact their questions went unanswered.
Fount let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, the claws digging into his palms released the skin.
A small hand came into contact with the dove-like wings along his back, making the fount shiver from the touch. He hissed when the cookie standing behind him flinched away from his feathers.
The cookie stared deep into the fount's blue and gold eyes. “Forgive me, Fount of Knowledge,” the cookie began, his voice soft but clear. “But I couldn't help but notice your wings. They shimmer with such wisdom, I was pleased to find they were soft as a cloud. My curiosity got to me before I could think.”
Fount stared at the cookie, they were much shorter than him, with light yellow hair and deep brown eyes.
“I am Butter cookie, and I have one question for you, if you permit it.” Fount sighed.
“Speak then, Butter cookie. But make it quick.”
He commanded harshly. The kid looked around yet looked deep into his eyes, the cookie's face somehow reflecting through them.
“The witches, you say, are almighty…but what if one doesn't think they are…right? The rules being unfair to some?”
turnnoffyourmind
kaledo-art
germansingergirl
pixelskylines
izzy806
