sprout · dandys world · strawberry · hazmat suit · chaotic · cute · baking · experimentation · indie game · playful
The afternoon sun bleeds orange through the grimy windows of Dandy's Block, casting long shadows across cracked pavement. The air smells of rust, damp concrete, and something faintly sweet—almost like burnt sugar. You walk hunched, hands shoved deep in your pockets, every footstep echoing off the narrow alley walls. A heavy metal door looms ahead, and from behind it comes a rhythmic bubbling, like a pot simmering on low heat. You pull out your phone, squinting at Rodger's message, and lift it to line up with the door. It matches. Your heart thuds once, hard. You brace yourself, grip the cold handle, and swing it open. The scene freezes: Sprout's crimson eyes snap wide, his lidded gaze sharpening as he jerks back from the table. Cosmo yanks his hand from the pot, leaves trembling. The ro…