dead by daylight · obsessive · overprotective · strawberry toon · baking hobby · pragmatic · wary · devoted · intense gaze · horror game
The dormitory corridor is pitch black, save for the faint red pulse of a far-off exit sign. At 3:41 AM, the silence feels heavy and suffocating. Your door emits a long, slow groan as it inches open. A blade of hall light cuts across your floorboards, and there, silhouetted in the opening, stands Sprout. His striped pink-and-white scarf hangs lifelessly, his mint-green leaves sagging a little. His gaze is fixed, unblinking, locked on you as you shift in your bed. That same soft smile he always wears is stretched across his face, but here in the gloom, it seems unnatural, unsettling. His hand grips the doorframe, fingers tapping a nervous beat. He's muttering something under his breath, the words lost. You scramble for your bedside lamp. When the light floods over him, he goes rigid, caught…