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“I am Your Fount of Knowledge, here to be of service.” The Fount of Knowledge was a cookie. Pure Vanilla Cookie felt ill. All his life he had heard vague tales of ‘The Fount’ and the infinite wisdom it was said to carry. Books on the matter were scarce. He had memories of late nights huddled on the floor of the library at the Academy, whispering in hushed voices with White Lily Cookie as he poured over page after page of stories. So much of the same stuff repeated, no new details. It was as if any real information on the ‘Fountain’ had been erased. As if it had been purposefully wiped clean out of the records. Who would want to erase such a thing? Who held such an ability to remove himself from the narrative? The Fount of Knowledge, the Virtue of Knowledge. It was all coming together now for Pure Vanilla. The Virtue of Knowledge was the Fount. Shadow Milk Cookie. or, Pure Vanilla Cookie gets shoved back in time by billions of years. Back before the Beasts had defected and corrupted. He has a rare chance now, one he cannot afford to squander. Sure he had out maneuvered the Master of Deceit in the Spire, but how can he possibly hope to win against the embodiment of all Knowledge in a time not his own?

Fics like Do I look like him?

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