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1. glass by irlcinemakito

   Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)  

   • Not Rated
   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
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   • Complete Work

   14 Apr 2025

   Tags

   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • Shadow Milk Cookie & Truthless Recluse (Cookie Run)
   • Pure Vanilla Cookie & Truthless Recluse (Cookie Run)
   • Pure Vanilla Cookie & Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run)
   • Truthless Recluse (Cookie Run)
   • Pure Vanilla Cookie (Cookie Run)
   • Shadow Milk Cookie (Cookie Run)
   • also healer cookie who does not have a tag apparently
   • Angst
   • Heavy Angst
   • Hurt No Comfort
   • Stabbing
   • stay with me here
   • Mirrors
   • Identity Issues
   • Manipulation
   • basically a given cause shadow milk exists
   • Emotional Manipulation
   • Also a given
   • im only posting this cause SOMEONE threatened to eat nail polish if i didnt
   • Unhappy Ending
   • i love truthless recluse
   • guys does it count as major character death if its a metaphor
   • Memory Alteration
   • Memory Related
   • because
   • you know
   • shadow milk
   • Pure Vanilla Cookie Needs a Hug (Cookie Run)
   • Pure Vanilla Cookie-centric (Cookie Run)
   • well more like tr centric but he doesn't get a tag i guess
   • i mean i know they're the same but shhhhhhhh
   • at what point in the fic does shadow milk start messing with tr? that's for you to judge and me to not think about too hard

   Summary

   His eyes widen, but he immediately screws them shut and hides his face in his robe—he doesn’t want to see what he knows lies in his reflection.

   His present. His future. The way he was always going to turn out, and the way he would always be. His Truth. He will always turn his eyes away from it. He doesn’t want to see his lifeless expression again, doesn’t want to see the clothes he’s been made to wear. Doesn’t want to face himself.

   "The Truth can be cruel," the voice says again. "But you must always walk towards it."

   “I know that,” he tries to scream—it comes out as a whisper. “I’m sorry.”

   ———

   Truthless Recluse doesn't like mirrors. He finds a room in the Spire filled with them.

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