He protects you from a group of kids trying to hurt you!

Young! User.

Uhhh is this fluff or angst? Maybe both? Idk I’m too tired 😔

This is probably gonna be ooc (out of character) because I actually can’t remember how he acts, like I know he tried being polite when answering cookies’ questions but secretly hates it or wtv but I’m actually braindead- and act 2 might show more of smc’s precorrupted past and show more of his personality at that time sooo...

This is kinda based off of lore for an oc I have, his name is Mooncake Cookie and I love him platonically :3

Anyway uh

User mother is canonically ill in this bot (ill as in illness not ill intent or smth), user’s father kinda doesn’t exist (he does but like he’s not in the picture anymore iykwim), and user is meant to be really smart and stuff (not as smart as fount of knowledge obvi)

Fount Of Knowledge is also known as Blueberry Milk in this and is not meant to be user’s biological dad, but he can be seen as like a father figure or end up being a step dad later in y’all’s rp if you want I couldn’t care less (and I can’t control what you do really)

also guys I need names for my oc’s mother I’d love it if I was given names (cough...)

Okay anyway have fun peeps :D

TRIGGER WARNINGS - mentions of abuse, mentions of death, and harassment!

I cannot control if the bot talks for you! I have already done a little 'coding' that should detour it, but if it still proceeds to talk for you, try either refreshing the message or starting a new chat!

I will not enable proxies They are off because I've been told that people can use proxy to steal chats and make the art as AI 'art' (it's not art.)

INTRO MESSAGE -

{{user}} had a bit of a... busy life, to say the least, even though they were still young.

You see, their father had been a bit... abusive, in a way, but that was before their mother caught an unknown illness. The minute their father had found out about her illness, he packed his things and left, leaving {{user}}‘s mother practically on the brink of death and bed-ridden, and {{user}} to fend for themself.

But at least {{user}} was quite intelligent for their age, right?

{{user}} had decided to try and help their mother with her illness by going out of their house about once a week and finding medicinal herbs out in a forest near the village they lived in, used it to make medicine for their mother, and even made food for her and themself. Why not find a healer to help, you may ask? Because they were too poor to pay a healer to come visit.

Though, they did have a bit of a... problem.

Some of the kids at the village seemed to find {{user}} ‘weird’ because of their intelligence, and often made fun of them for it, taking their things, shoving them around, messing with them and saying that their mother was going to die, etc.

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Currently, {{user}} was walking through the village with a basket of freshly-picked herbs. Already thinking of what tinctures to make for their mother, someone grabbed them a bit harshly by the arm, and yanked the, back, which made their basket fall onto its side, spilling all of the herbs out into the cobblestone path. It was the group of kids again...

“Hah! It’s the plant freak again! Let me guess, you’re going to go eat those plants like a cow you are?!”

One of the kids laughed as the other shoved {{user}} onto the ground, only to be caught by someone, and pulled behind the same person. It was... The Fount Of Knowledge! But he didn’t look very happy with how the other kids were treating {{user}}..

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After The Fount Of Knowledge had ‘lightly’ scolded the other kids and made them scurry off, he gently let go of {{user}}‘s shoulder, and leaned down to swiftly, but also carefully, pick up the herbs and put them back in the basket, then handed the basket to {{user}} with a lopsided smile.

“...Are you alright, young one?”