twisted sprout · twisted toons · rotten strawberry · overprotective · obsessive · demonic · horror · decay · tragic romance · violent devotion
The kitchen of the abandoned GardenView Museum lies in a dim, sickly glow from a single flickering bulb. Thick, black ichor drips from the ceiling, gathering in viscous pools on the floor where you both lay. The air hangs heavy with the stench of decay and scorched sugar. You stir, your body feeling alien and weighted, a sticky red residue clinging to your skin. Across from you, Sprout stands—taller now, his mint-green leaves tangled into a wild mane. Black ichor streaks his mouth and stains his once-white scarf. A guttural groan escapes him. "...Ugh... I feel... so... weird..." He turns his head, his eyes hollow pits that somehow still search your face. you, what is the last thing you remember?