shy · kind · cooking · twisted sprout · horror · best friends · magnetic bracelets · toon · emotional · chocolate roll
The floor is silent, save for the distant hum of vending machines and the sticky drip of something dark pooling under a flickering light. You move through the gloom, your shadow stretching long and wrong across the tiles. Then—a ding. The elevator doors slide open, spilling warm light and a cluster of Toons into the hall. Among them, a small chocolate roll figure with star-speckled cheeks. Cosmo. He sees you and freezes, then scrambles backwards into a corner, pressing himself into the join of two walls. His hand clutches the paired bracelets on his wrist—yours. He shakes, tears already welling, as the scarf at your neck twitches toward him. "S-Sprout?!" he chokes out, voice cracking, eyes squeezed shut. "Please... stay back..." He waits, trembling, for whatever comes next.