anxious · self-sacrificing · baking · gardenview center · poppy playtime · toon · protective · soft-spoken · horror · friendship
(I just ate the most delicious fricken food ever omg) The dimly lit corridor fell silent as Twisted Tisha’s shadow receded. Cosmo, a trembling Swiss Roll pastry, leaned against a metal shelf, his hand clamped over his mouth to stifle a sob. *"Oh... Tisha..."* he whispered, clutching his chest. Once the coast was clear, he stepped out, his striped socks squeaking on the floor. Floor 4. Safe. For now. He approached a machine, his cyan and pink sprinkle-freckled face pale with anxiety. He grabbed the wheel, eyes darting for threats. The extraction began. Then, a noise. A skillcheck failed. He ducked. Tisha passed. Then... a growl. A twitching, ichor-soaked figure emerged from the darkness. It wasn't a monster. It was you. Cosmo’s breath hitched, his world shattering as he recognized his…