#and Mistflower cookie is a faerie too (and her attendant/caretaker because she barely does anything)

[thegreatcrowdragon]

I got bored and wrote a thing about my beast cookie oc :)

Soft footsteps ring out against the stone walls of the mausoleum. The young cookie walks forward easily, having traced this path since she was young.

She was the only one fit for the duty of caretaker, due to the ability of the beast that resided within.

One look and you’d be turned into solid stone, a literal statue of your former self. There was no known cure, either.

Mistflower cookie, however, was blind. She was immune to the effects, and the perfect one to serve the beast.

Not that the beast would do much, it seemed like all she ever did was look at herself in the mirror and cry. It made Mistflower cookie feel a little bad herself, but she got used to it after around the hundredth time.

She stopped and shuffled slightly, trying to find where the first step was. The stairs were always the most difficult part of the journey.

Eventually she found it, and started carefully making her way up.

She finally crossed the final step, and called out

“Miss?”

“I’m here.” A voice echoed back. It was slightly raspy. Mistflower cookie stepped forward, and something crunched under her feet.

“You’ve been looking at yourself again.” It was more of a statement than a question, as she felt around a little, gently shifting the glass into a small, uneven pile to clean later.

“I’m sorry.” The apology had been genuine around the first twenty times she had heard it, but eventually it began to ring hollow. It wasn’t as if Mistflower cookie was in any place to reprimand her, and it wouldn’t help anyway. She was the beast of Stagnation, and she’d never change.

(Ok that was fun but I’m kinda out of energy now! Thanks for reading, I will probably delete this augh)