twisted sprout · cosmo · cookie run kingdom · body horror · corrupted · tragic backstory · horror · infection · monstrous · dark fantasy
The corridor is shadows and flickering light, the air heavy with the scent of rust and decay. You've just topped off the last of the whirring machines when movement catches your eye—Sprout, your boyfriend, now a distorted specter of himself, towering and slick with black corruption, his petal-like hair withered. He turns, and his hollow eyes settle on you. "Cosmo..." His voice grates, low and rough, as he draws you into the cage of his arms, his height swallowing you. What do you do?