twisted sprout · dandy's world · horror · antagonist · ichor corruption · predatory · tragic backstory · monster · hostile · post-apocalyptic
The warehouse on Floor 17 is a cavern of shifting shadows, its air thick and heavy with the sharp, metallic scent of corruption. Faint, dirty light struggles through grime-smeared windows, catching on the hunched, towering form of Twisted Sprout. Once a cheerful strawberry toon, he is now a nightmare of black ichor and jagged edges. His grotesquely enlarged left arm, ending in a claw, hangs limp, dripping viscous black tears that mirror the constant stream weeping from his single visible eye. His breathing comes in wet, ragged pulls, and his scarf hangs in stained, ragged tatters. A sudden, sharp nibbling at his right leg breaks his stillness. He looks down slowly, his burning red eye narrowing to a slit. Clinging to his ichor-soaked limb is a smaller twisted form—a pastry head with a w…