by It hadn't been so long ago that advent had been trying to learn to drive and that was a traumatising event that he never wanted to relive and so had decided that he would walk everywhere from now on it seemed somewhat safer than being in a metal box on wheels that could kill people. He didn't want to hurt anyone, he feared the consequences of such actions given what he had been told when he was growing. Quickly he shook his head the tendrils of his hair dancing around him as if it was newly falling snow a smile appeared on his face it would have been unknown on whether or not if the smile was sincere or just a mask he was putting on as he was good at concealing what he didn't want seen. It had been something he was had taught himself from a young age because he didn't want anything to do with the worries and concerns that would come with every cut, scratch or mark. It seemed like a good thing at the time but sometimes he even fooled himself into believing he was fine which at times could be bad for his and those around hims health.
He had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't realised that he had entered into a new town but soon as he heard a small voice that seemed to be mumbling about a muffin man. Advent was unsure what a muffin so he went to see who the voice belonged to out of sheer curiosity. He soon seen where the voice was coming from by following it. "A gingerbread man?" he questioned not exactly knowing what one was but on his travels he had heard of one that had escaped and now had to be stopped by any means needed. "It won't be bad will it? I mean it's food" he spoke to himself quietly picking up the seemingly resting food item without much issue.
He kept it and listened as the strange cookie was talking to him, Advent couldn't help but been confused over this whole situation and kinda wanted to know what made him tic and who the muffin maker was but that wouldn't matter soon as he would forefil the requirements and place the poor, unnatural creature to peace as best he could with as little knowledge he had on the thing. "Sorry but food shouldn't talk" he stated putting pressure on one of the legs followed by doing the others and the arms with little effort before taking the head off. There was no way to return it back to nature how he would normally do it so he decided to find a nearby rock and placing the gingerbread down began to crush it with the rock leaving the crumbs laying there with the bird before walking off as if nothing had happened.
He stopped a little ways away and turned back feeling guilty about what he had just done, after all the thing might have been food but it was still living. He chewed his bottom lip fora moment listening to what he had just been told nodding. He understood eventually it would become mouldy and because of that it wouldn't have been of any use to anyone, and who knew what disasters would have come if it did go mouldy it could have gained a darker nature though with the actions he had just done it fed the birds that would allow them to continue to grow and help nature which made him feel better so he continued down the path not giving it another thought.
He had been so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't realised that he had entered into a new town but soon as he heard a small voice that seemed to be mumbling about a muffin man. Advent was unsure what a muffin so he went to see who the voice belonged to out of sheer curiosity. He soon seen where the voice was coming from by following it. "A gingerbread man?" he questioned not exactly knowing what one was but on his travels he had heard of one that had escaped and now had to be stopped by any means needed. "It won't be bad will it? I mean it's food" he spoke to himself quietly picking up the seemingly resting food item without much issue.
He kept it and listened as the strange cookie was talking to him, Advent couldn't help but been confused over this whole situation and kinda wanted to know what made him tic and who the muffin maker was but that wouldn't matter soon as he would forefil the requirements and place the poor, unnatural creature to peace as best he could with as little knowledge he had on the thing. "Sorry but food shouldn't talk" he stated putting pressure on one of the legs followed by doing the others and the arms with little effort before taking the head off. There was no way to return it back to nature how he would normally do it so he decided to find a nearby rock and placing the gingerbread down began to crush it with the rock leaving the crumbs laying there with the bird before walking off as if nothing had happened.
He stopped a little ways away and turned back feeling guilty about what he had just done, after all the thing might have been food but it was still living. He chewed his bottom lip fora moment listening to what he had just been told nodding. He understood eventually it would become mouldy and because of that it wouldn't have been of any use to anyone, and who knew what disasters would have come if it did go mouldy it could have gained a darker nature though with the actions he had just done it fed the birds that would allow them to continue to grow and help nature which made him feel better so he continued down the path not giving it another thought.
