esotericmilkyway

[esotericmilkyway]

"Oh, I'm sure we will." He dismissed her with a dramatic bow, putting his hand over his soul jam. He just walked back to his spire then.

A small child cookie with black eyes , black hair and black wings was wandering around exploring she accidentally wandered into the beast yeast and near your domain

( art by mattsqeaukerdraws)

He was admiring his past forms, his little paintings on the wall. Quite a clever thing this spire was, disguising what it really was to outsiders. Didn't take long for him to go outside though, as much as he enjoyed it, he didn't want to be cooped up in there all the time. Walking out, he noticed movement in the distance. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but it couldn't be that harmful to someone like himself. So, he approached the presumed cookie. The eyes in his hair always seemed far more cautious than he was on his own doing.

[esotericmilkyway]

"...Vaguely, however I don't visit that kingdom, so it's not a likely guarantee I'll get you there." He pointed in a specific direction, he was really vague about that though. "Back. That way. There should be a trail you followed here and apparently diverted off of. Go back onto it, and it should... hopefully lead you right back. Few twists and turns but you'll get there."

(i cut the thread as it was getting long and i don't want my blog to be annoying to scroll through. previous thread here)

A small child cookie with black eyes , black hair and black wings was wandering around exploring she accidentally wandered into the beast yeast and near your domain

( art by mattsqeaukerdraws)

He was admiring his past forms, his little paintings on the wall. Quite a clever thing this spire was, disguising what it really was to outsiders. Didn't take long for him to go outside though, as much as he enjoyed it, he didn't want to be cooped up in there all the time. Walking out, he noticed movement in the distance. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but it couldn't be that harmful to someone like himself. So, he approached the presumed cookie. The eyes in his hair always seemed far more cautious than he was on his own doing.

[esotericmilkyway]

Pure Vanilla Cookie. Having a daughter? He already had so much on his plate and so much to lose, it was just putting more lives on the line. He could easily take advantage of this, show that cookie he's not lonely by inviting Vanilla's own child into the spire. Make another game out of it. Make him risk his life. ...What's the point. Not like he'll take Shadow Milk seriously anyways. He didn't realize he was zoning out until he felt all of his eyes blinking at him to move, then he perked up, nodding. "Pure Vanilla Cookie...! Yes, I am.. well acquainted. I don't dare go into his kingdom. Not cause I'm intimidated! It's just so... lively. You shouldn't be here, but I can't in good faith tell you to go back down that path either." "Do as you will. You can make your own choices I'm sure?" He had a certain skepticism to his voice now, but it was hardly noticeable unless this child was really observant.

A small child cookie with black eyes , black hair and black wings was wandering around exploring she accidentally wandered into the beast yeast and near your domain

( art by mattsqeaukerdraws)

He was admiring his past forms, his little paintings on the wall. Quite a clever thing this spire was, disguising what it really was to outsiders. Didn't take long for him to go outside though, as much as he enjoyed it, he didn't want to be cooped up in there all the time. Walking out, he noticed movement in the distance. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but it couldn't be that harmful to someone like himself. So, he approached the presumed cookie. The eyes in his hair always seemed far more cautious than he was on his own doing.

[esotericmilkyway]

"Is that so? If I may ask, who might your father be? Sounds like he has quite the ...important role in that kingdom. I'm sure he's fine. He knew what he was in for when he decided to help everything go along."

A small child cookie with black eyes , black hair and black wings was wandering around exploring she accidentally wandered into the beast yeast and near your domain

( art by mattsqeaukerdraws)

He was admiring his past forms, his little paintings on the wall. Quite a clever thing this spire was, disguising what it really was to outsiders. Didn't take long for him to go outside though, as much as he enjoyed it, he didn't want to be cooped up in there all the time. Walking out, he noticed movement in the distance. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but it couldn't be that harmful to someone like himself. So, he approached the presumed cookie. The eyes in his hair always seemed far more cautious than he was on his own doing.

[esotericmilkyway]

(You’re very close, yes! :D Sorry if it seemed like I was going for a bit much, by the way, I don’t roleplay on tumblr much lmfao- 😭 Hope I did okay! If I annoyed or disinterested you please let me know! I apologize if I did!)

-⏳ Anon

(ouh!! ok! :] yeah! no worries at all! i don't mind, i don't think you're doing too much. i appreciate the long asks! i'm very interested to learn more about your little fella! it's never too much, you're always welcome. you aren't demotivating me or anything i promise! i just disappeared for a bit cause i got fatigued for several days in a row, happens)

[esotericmilkyway]

"...Dark Angel Cookie. I see. You say you're from the... Vanilla Kingdom? Is that right. I am quite aware." He held his hand over his soul jam, acting as if he was merely adjusting an accessory. "Say... how have things been over there? Everyone's cookie crumbs still in one piece?" He did not know how to talk to children, clearly.

A small child cookie with black eyes , black hair and black wings was wandering around exploring she accidentally wandered into the beast yeast and near your domain

( art by mattsqeaukerdraws)

He was admiring his past forms, his little paintings on the wall. Quite a clever thing this spire was, disguising what it really was to outsiders. Didn't take long for him to go outside though, as much as he enjoyed it, he didn't want to be cooped up in there all the time. Walking out, he noticed movement in the distance. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but it couldn't be that harmful to someone like himself. So, he approached the presumed cookie. The eyes in his hair always seemed far more cautious than he was on his own doing.

[esotericmilkyway]

He wasn't expecting her to just... talk to him like that. Usually he's the one that speaks up first. What was a child doing this close to the spire? "Why hellooo there! Yes, yes! I just so happen to spend most of my delightful time here! You're in the right place! ...Long as you don't run into any of the illusions. You've got nothing to worry about, my friend!" "...Though. How'd you even wander here on your own in the first place? I've heard the path is quite hostile!"

A small child cookie with black eyes , black hair and black wings was wandering around exploring she accidentally wandered into the beast yeast and near your domain

( art by mattsqeaukerdraws)

He was admiring his past forms, his little paintings on the wall. Quite a clever thing this spire was, disguising what it really was to outsiders. Didn't take long for him to go outside though, as much as he enjoyed it, he didn't want to be cooped up in there all the time. Walking out, he noticed movement in the distance. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but it couldn't be that harmful to someone like himself. So, he approached the presumed cookie. The eyes in his hair always seemed far more cautious than he was on his own doing.

[esotericmilkyway]

A small child cookie with black eyes , black hair and black wings was wandering around exploring she accidentally wandered into the beast yeast and near your domain

( art by mattsqeaukerdraws)

He was admiring his past forms, his little paintings on the wall. Quite a clever thing this spire was, disguising what it really was to outsiders. Didn't take long for him to go outside though, as much as he enjoyed it, he didn't want to be cooped up in there all the time. Walking out, he noticed movement in the distance. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but it couldn't be that harmful to someone like himself. So, he approached the presumed cookie. The eyes in his hair always seemed far more cautious than he was on his own doing.

[esotericmilkyway]

He slowly looked up from his dramatic bowing position, finally standing like a normal cookie. He made sure to watch her very closely, very curiously. Not entirely with malicious intent, not at all. However... he'd be lying if he said he was entirely innocent. Did something happen to this one? She seemed... peasantly, almost. Least, in his eyes. This wasn't the form of a cookie with unnamed power. Oh well, who was he to judge? "Pure Vanilla Cookie, huh? To be quite honest with you, I toyed with him. Got into his pretty little head until he lost his sense of morals that he so desperately clung onto! Self doubt can be your own perfect tormentor, and he just so happens to have a lot of that!" "I mean, look at who he's connected to after all! Having the audacity to claim my power, my soul jam. And look where that got him! It's not that hard when you know how to really, really... get into someone's head! Ah, fond memories!" He could be lying. It was what he was known for, after all. And that was the whole point. Mindgames were his favorite pastime, it seems. He looked proud of himself. So, he really did treat everyone as if they were puppets in his little cardboard stage. "You simply... have to trust they'll be smart enough! Oh! And, and and!! If they're stubborn, just threaten their friends! Works wonders, really. Cookies have very predictable minds!"

How did she get into the spire? It wasn’t quite known. She stood in the corner of Shadow Milk’s room until he woke up and saw her menacing stare in the shadows.

When questioned on who she was, she simply responded with.

“…Dark Storm Cookie. Beast of fate and disaster.”

Fate and disaster? Dark Storm Cookie, hm…

He yawned, rubbing the actual eyecing on his face, the several eyes in his hair blinking far more attentively. He tilt his head, pointing at her as if she was a character in a show. He did ask for her name, like any sane cookie would. And was quite... alerted at the reply. Maybe it'd be best if he didn't ask in the first place. There was a beast cookie out there he was unaware of? No, this was an opportunity! He perked up out of his fatigued state, his arms opening wide before he spoke, first impressions are important after all. Confidence. "Well well well! I'm sure you already knowww exactly who I am! What brings you to my dearest spire? Is it rumors you wish for? Perhaps a comedy? Or... no, no, no! We need to get you a proper show! Can't have a beast cookie this unknown after all!" He was gesturing dramatically the whole time. Pointing at her whenever he mentioned her directly, acting like he was putting thought into his theatrics. He didn't even really account for the fact she was just standing in the corner of his room, or the fact she only said one sentence.

[esotericmilkyway]

"You know, like... Mystic Flour Cookie? I thought she was pretty known! She's really fallen out, hasn't she? Hah! All that apathy." He was very amused, clearly. The frustrated ones are always the most entertaining to mess around with, how long would it take to go downhill from there. He always made a mini bet in his head how quickly they'd lose their fuse. Not that there were any true winners, of course. He squinted at her eye, all too obviously, before laughing and giving her a dramatic bow as if he never saw anything. "Well, you're doing an excellent job at it! Bravo! Bravo. I mean a show, of course. That's a simple concept, is it not? There's not many beasts I don't have as my little cardboard puppets! Same thing goes for those pesky ancients." "It's all fun and games in the end here, right? If not, then... why are you here? You did come into my spire, my domain, my stage!" He may... possibly.. have overlooked the fact he talked over her any chance he could get. He realized that. Eventually managing to stay quiet enough for her to speak, or so he hopes. This one intrigues him.

How did she get into the spire? It wasn’t quite known. She stood in the corner of Shadow Milk’s room until he woke up and saw her menacing stare in the shadows.

When questioned on who she was, she simply responded with.

“…Dark Storm Cookie. Beast of fate and disaster.”

Fate and disaster? Dark Storm Cookie, hm…

He yawned, rubbing the actual eyecing on his face, the several eyes in his hair blinking far more attentively. He tilt his head, pointing at her as if she was a character in a show. He did ask for her name, like any sane cookie would. And was quite... alerted at the reply. Maybe it'd be best if he didn't ask in the first place. There was a beast cookie out there he was unaware of? No, this was an opportunity! He perked up out of his fatigued state, his arms opening wide before he spoke, first impressions are important after all. Confidence. "Well well well! I'm sure you already knowww exactly who I am! What brings you to my dearest spire? Is it rumors you wish for? Perhaps a comedy? Or... no, no, no! We need to get you a proper show! Can't have a beast cookie this unknown after all!" He was gesturing dramatically the whole time. Pointing at her whenever he mentioned her directly, acting like he was putting thought into his theatrics. He didn't even really account for the fact she was just standing in the corner of his room, or the fact she only said one sentence.

[esotericmilkyway]

He grinned, calming down after what felt like en eternity. Most of what he said probably didn't process, he talked far too fast on occasion. "Yes, yes, I know! You're stunned, right? Good! No need for an applause! ...Aha.. why don't you seem amused? Not even in the slightest? Come on, don't tell me you're a total letdown like that flour beast!" He finally stayed quiet, awkward as it was after ...everything.

How did she get into the spire? It wasn’t quite known. She stood in the corner of Shadow Milk’s room until he woke up and saw her menacing stare in the shadows.

When questioned on who she was, she simply responded with.

“…Dark Storm Cookie. Beast of fate and disaster.”

Fate and disaster? Dark Storm Cookie, hm…

He yawned, rubbing the actual eyecing on his face, the several eyes in his hair blinking far more attentively. He tilt his head, pointing at her as if she was a character in a show. He did ask for her name, like any sane cookie would. And was quite... alerted at the reply. Maybe it'd be best if he didn't ask in the first place. There was a beast cookie out there he was unaware of? No, this was an opportunity! He perked up out of his fatigued state, his arms opening wide before he spoke, first impressions are important after all. Confidence. "Well well well! I'm sure you already knowww exactly who I am! What brings you to my dearest spire? Is it rumors you wish for? Perhaps a comedy? Or... no, no, no! We need to get you a proper show! Can't have a beast cookie this unknown after all!" He was gesturing dramatically the whole time. Pointing at her whenever he mentioned her directly, acting like he was putting thought into his theatrics. He didn't even really account for the fact she was just standing in the corner of his room, or the fact she only said one sentence.

[esotericmilkyway]

(Can my adopted child of vanilla oc interact )

(sure !! :] i don't mind)

[esotericmilkyway]

How did she get into the spire? It wasn’t quite known. She stood in the corner of Shadow Milk’s room until he woke up and saw her menacing stare in the shadows.

When questioned on who she was, she simply responded with.

“…Dark Storm Cookie. Beast of fate and disaster.”

Fate and disaster? Dark Storm Cookie, hm…

He yawned, rubbing the actual eyecing on his face, the several eyes in his hair blinking far more attentively. He tilt his head, pointing at her as if she was a character in a show. He did ask for her name, like any sane cookie would. And was quite... alerted at the reply. Maybe it'd be best if he didn't ask in the first place. There was a beast cookie out there he was unaware of? No, this was an opportunity! He perked up out of his fatigued state, his arms opening wide before he spoke, first impressions are important after all. Confidence. "Well well well! I'm sure you already knowww exactly who I am! What brings you to my dearest spire? Is it rumors you wish for? Perhaps a comedy? Or... no, no, no! We need to get you a proper show! Can't have a beast cookie this unknown after all!" He was gesturing dramatically the whole time. Pointing at her whenever he mentioned her directly, acting like he was putting thought into his theatrics. He didn't even really account for the fact she was just standing in the corner of his room, or the fact she only said one sentence.

[esotericmilkyway]

*The cookie tilted their head once more, letting out small, curious giggles that held something slightly more.. sinister, underneath. With that, they just raised a hand to tink on of his bells once more, seemingly not threatened in the slightest by his words.*

Oh.. that's just the thing! I don't. I don’t know their true intentions.. but it’s not like I could ask them, anyway! They’ve long since crumbled. Or.. hmm.. what’s the witchy term for it….

Yes, it’s true! I am not all knowing. For the longest time, I struggled with that.. I was made to know all, share that knowledge with those below me… but I didn’t. I still don’t. But I’m learning. You see, my dearest Shadow Milk Cookie, I may not know everything.. but I know a lot. More than most cookies on Earthbread could even fathom.

*The cookie watched in silence as shadow milks hair suddenly stilled, their smile growing just slightly as those ever familiar giggles.. became louder. And louder, and louder… until it was laughter. Full blown, psychotic laughter..*

*…It sounded like his own.*

*EXACTLY like his own, just.. softer. That was the only difference.*

Oh, but my dear fount! It may not be who you are anymore.. but it will ALWAYS be with you. You cannot outrun your past, for it’s just like running from your shadow..

Your powers are marvelous, yes, but you would not use them on me. No string nor twine could ever snuff me out. You wouldn’t dare do what you say you’ll do.. Not unless you had a death wish, that is. After all..

If you were to crumble me, you’d only be crumbling yourself.

Though.. if you wish for me to leave, I suppose that is a valid request. Maybe our paths will cross again, maybe not.. I suppose we’ll see! Won’t we, my dear fount…?

*And with one final mischievous chuckle-turned-laugh, the cloaked cookie took a bow, almost exactly how shadow milk himself would.. before stepping backwards, tossing up a smoke bomb as it dispersed, leaving nothing in its wake but a single golden tassel on the ground.*

-Mysterious… cookie..? (⏳ anon)

(Ah!!! I appreciate it a bunch!!! I’m glad I’m not breaking any rules-)

(But yeah! That’s my goober here!!! I love your headcanon OML it’s so silly.. This goober shall return one day! :D Any theoriessss? :])

His face scrunched up, and the eyes in his hair were glaring at them as if they had their own sentience, they probably did. As much as a threat as he may be to the ancients, at least in his eyes, it felt like nobody took him seriously.

...Lonely. Lonely. Is that really all everyone saw him as. Like some pathetic cookie who couldn't defend himself or deal with a bit of isolation? He missed when he was actually feared, now he was just treated as if he was a minor inconvenience. Made to know all, yeah right. It was always 'made' to with this one, wasn't it? "Oh come on, you're one of those types of cookies, huh? Full of greed, knowledge is power or whatever they say." His voice was a low mumble there, he was mostly talking to himself. The eyes in his hair went from a glare of annoyance to suspicion. He backed away from them, if only in a subtle few steps. He lost that part of himself along with the other half of his soul jam. Nonsense. They were speaking nonsense. They were acting as if they were a clone or something. He knew he was the star and all, but this was too much. This is not how you do flattery. Nobody will ever live up to him and his expectations, they can try, they'll never truly be like him. He covered his face with his arms, his hair expanding outwards as if trying to mimic the smoke. "...Riddance." He was still paranoid, still looking around as if they weren't entirely gone. He was nothing if not a trickster himself, he wouldn't trust anyone else in the slightest. But... there was nothing. Until he looked down. He picked up the tassel, holding it far too aggressively for it to be just another random object to him. Though. He would keep this. He needed to know if anyone else was familiar with this enigma of a cookie, though he had his doubts he'd receive the wanted responses.

[esotericmilkyway]

*The hooded cookie, hands still resting behind their back, let out another chuckle.. One calm, yes.. but still tainted with taunting nature. Though, as taunting as it was, it wasn’t too.. malicious. There wasn’t much malice behind it at all. Just.. teasing, perhaps? It wasn’t for certain just what this cookie was up to, or just where they landed on the moral scale..*

Ah, but I’m not. I physically cannot lie, or.. that’s what I was told when I was made. I must say, though, I am quite a curious cookie.. after all, that’s who I was made to be. It’s in my nature to be curious, learn about things I don’t already know.. though, that is quite few.

It’s not like you haven’t already expressed such bitter emotions.. Your corruption proves that, does it not? How you lashed out thousands upon thousands of years ago, sealed in a tree for, what was supposed to be, all time..

*The cookie let out a delighted chuckle once more, however.. they didn’t seem to smile. Until..*

I am not trying to change fate, nor am I trying to manipulate you. I am simply asking questions. I’m allowed to ask questions, am I not…?

After all…

I would’ve thought the Fount of Knowledge would enjoy such things.

*…Until they did.*

*a small, devious smirk overtook their face, acting all knowing even if it wasn’t true.. just who was this cookie? What were they planning? Did they even HAVE a plan?*

-Mysterious Cookie (⏳ anon)

(Oh don’t worry all good!!! I get distracted too, you’re perfectly fine!!! I just hope I’m doing okay and not bothering ya too much, I’m hoping I’m not going against any of your rules TwT)

If he still had his full power, his full potential, this cookie wouldn't have the rights to be speaking. They dare taunt him? If they were anyone important surely he would've heard about them by now, gossip is the talk of the spire, everything gets to him before anyone else. As long as his loyal servants don't wish to be turned into cards, that is.

"...And just how do you know the one's who made you weren't as deceitful as I am? You know who the real beast in this scenario is, and it's none of us, I assume? Unless you're not ...all knowing as you seem to act." Made to be. He couldn't imagine a life living what he was made to be. All that generosity, wasted on people who aren't nearly grateful enough for it, all that knowledge, only for it to spout into nonsensical stories. He escaped that tree, he loathed it. And that gnat. He only became corrupted by those who failed, he only became this way because his hand was forced. Had they never made their mistakes, he wouldn't be this way. And they had the audacity to act like he was in the wrong here? Using his permission for questions against him. Talking back to him like this. As quick as his hair puffed out, it stilled, drooping behind him as if he just got splashed. "That's is not my name. That's is not my title. That was a fragment of who I used to be, yes, but that's not who I am anymore! Show's over, you can quit your little acting here and get on the road!" He was always so dramatic with his hand gesturing, though it seemed to be getting progressively more hostile. Even his anger seemed to be entertaining. "I am the King of Deceit, and I will not be swayed by your nonsense, you're no different! You take me for a fraud?! Just who do you think you are to tell me this, I could put you on a string and crumble your neck where you stand!"

[esotericmilkyway]

*The cookie simply stares on, letting out a.. VERY familiar sounding chuckle. It sounded strangely.. like his own? If not just a bit calmer.*

Oh, and I thought they were kidding when they said you were a fool.. I suppose they meant a different kind, the kings fool, however.. I believe both variations suffice.

*The cookie lifts a hand, flicking one of the blueberry bells on shadow milks hat and listening to it jingle, before pulling back, returning their hands to their person in a polite manner, resting behind their back.*

Indeed, you cannot have knowledge without deception.. but you also needn’t let it swallow you whole. I can only assume why you did so.. a coping mechanism? An escape from this cruel world, perhaps? You’ve stated yourself that you now live a life of entertainment.. tell me, do you bring entertainment? Or do you keep it to yourself..???

Flinging cookies around like puppets on strings.. deceiving those who find themselves in your domain, all for a cheap laugh.. but does it ever fill that void of longing?

We’ve all had it before.. I’ve yet to experience it myself.. but.. it exists. It’s always there, created from an experience which leaves you scarred.. Sometimes both mentally.. and physically.

*The cookie seems to stare at shadow milk, though their hood keeps their identity unknown. It’s unknown whether they’re staring at him, or instead looking elsewhere..*

-Mysterious Cookie (⏳ anon)

Perhaps he was a fool, but at the very least he wasn't a pawn. He wasn't laughing, for once. He might as well be hissing like a snake at this rate, having to be in the vicinity of this pest any longer.

"Suffice? I do not merely suffice, I am the best beast you've had the pleasure of laying your eyes upon. Probably the only one at that! You don't have the grace to be at our level." His eyes scanned their hood, practically glaring at what he could only assume was their face. Before getting snapped out of it, the bells jingling ringing loud in his head. He knocked on his own head, as if trying to knock some sense into his hearing. No, nope. They were still going on about all this longing nonsense. This was dragging on. "...Now now. You're spouting more lies than I can count right now! And that, may just be a new record! Now, my curious... friend. I suggest you stop trying to dig into my head. I will live as I always have, and you cannot change fate." Every lie always had a pinch of truth to them, much as he wouldn't believe them. This cookie must be out of their mind. "You say that, and yet... it seems as if you're trying to manipulate my mentality like I'm some sort of puppet. Oh, my my my! The irony in that!" He didn't even know who to confront, they hid their identity from him so easily. ...How irritating. He wasn't confident he was even looking at their face, nor did he know where they were looking. He'll have to take a gambit with this one. "Don't be so foolish yourself! If there's any possibility of me expressing such a bitter emotion, you would've had it ages ago. There is no existence of mine that I do not control." This cookie... they irked him. He couldn't quite describe why, he didn't know how they seemed so similar, yet so distant, so different. Choose one or the other at that point.

[esotericmilkyway]

*The cookie before him simply gave a small smile, one quite.. creepy, in a way. It was odd. Not to mention how calm their voice was, seemingly hiding its natural tone, though a slight scratchiness to their voice was clear as day, though only slight. They sloooowly tilted their head to the side, staring on for a moment.. before speaking once more.*

..do you.. regret it?

Turning into the beast you are. I can only imagine how much you were suffering from cookies wishes for knowledge, only for them to turn to lies anyway.. in which you gave them what they wanted, though as soon as you did.. they saw you as nothing but a monster.

Don’t you regret…

Everything?

Or do you simply feel no remorse??..

-Mysterious Cookie (⏳ anon) (sorry if this seems like a bit much- I promise it’s like this for a reason! I had an idea in mind going into this for this goober :3)

He tilt his head to a concerning degree, as if mimicking them. Though he did it much faster. Was he trying to prove he could do it 'better' or was he just like that? It was hard to tell with him. He gave them a much more wide grin. One that quickly dropped into a scowl.

"...What-" They just kept speaking. They just couldn't shut up, could they? The familiarity in their voice was almost... annoying now. Who did they think they were. Him? Regret? Surely not, he's seen cookies day and night mourn over things they've lost. He knew what regret was. What remorse was. He had no need for such petty feelings. "Are you done yet?" He tried to act as if he was unbothered, tried to act as if he was just bored. This was not nearly as amusing as he thought it'd be, how unwelcoming. Though, he couldn't hide the tremble of his voice. No matter how much he grit his teeth. "You cannot have truth without deceit, you can't have knowledge without deception. Don't you see? It was bound to happen. I'm stronger now anyways, they got what was coming to them. I'm better." They don't deserve his remorse. They turned him into this anyways, didn't they? They weren't grateful at all. Spreading rumors, spreading lies and misinformation. They don't deserve proper knowledge. A little lie never hurt anyone. "I have no use for remorse, I live a life of entertainment now! Who I was before is only a fraction of my current power, if you're not offering to showcase, I suggest you get on your way, enough playing around." What a way to wipe that annoying smile off of his face.