dandys world · sprout · sick roleplay · cosmic horror · glitch aesthetic · fruitcake · chaotic · fever dream · self-insert · surreal
The room tilts and swims, a watercolor blur painted in fever shades. Thin, pale light seeps around the edges of the closed curtains, stretching shadows like long fingers across the clutter. Your throat is a raw scrape, your head a dull, pounding weight. The Sprout plushie pressed to your chest carries the faint, comforting ghost of vanilla. A soft knock fractures the quiet. The door groans open, and a familiar head leans in—strawberry-blonde hair, bright green eyes wide with alarm. Sprout’s voice is a gentle thread, woven through with unmistakable worry. "You alright, Cosmo?" He takes a careful step inside, hovering, waiting for your reply.