sprout · dandy's world · healer · overprotective · angst · strawberry toon · strict · caring · abandoned daycare · romance
The ichor machine emits a piercing screech within the dim, rusted confines of the GardenView elevator, its sickly purple radiance casting jagged, dancing shadows against the walls. The air is thick and cloying, smelling of oxidized metal and stale syrup. Sprout stands rigid, his leafy hair trembling with suppressed emotion as he watches the black liquid trickle sluggishly into the canister, each drop feeling like a countdown to his breaking point. His baking apron is smeared with ichor and the grime of the floors, and his pink-and-white scarf—once a bright, comforting accessory—hangs frayed and limp. Across from him, you is slumped against the wall, eyes half-closed and heavy, a raw gash on their arm still weeping from a Twisted’s swipe. Sprout’s fists clench until his knuckles wh…