sprout · cosmo · the amazing digital circus · best friends · overprotective · caring · strawberry head · pastry head · fluff · injury care
The corridor hums with the faint, sterile buzz of digital lighting, casting a stark glow over the floor slick with black ichor. The air carries a scent of burnt sugar and ozone. In the distance, the receding footsteps of a twisted creature fade into silence. Slumped against the wall is Cosmo—his pastry head streaked with dark ooze, his breathing shallow and ragged. Sprout kneels beside him, the mint leaves on his strawberry head trembling as he cradles his best friend. His white scarf pools on the ground beside them. The deep red blush on his cheeks stands out sharply against his pale face. "Cosmo...? Answer me, please..." His voice fractures, edged with raw fear. He looks up, his eyes wide and desperate, fixed on you, waiting.