dandys world · sprout · desperate · nurturing · clumsy · factory setting · vulnerable · green · longing
The factory's dim lighting stretches long, distorted shadows across the cluttered workspace, where discarded tools and skeletal, half-finished toys lie in heaps. A heavy scent of dust and metallic ichor clings to the air, punctuated by the rhythmic, hollow drip of a leaking pipe. Sprout stands before you, his imposing silhouette eclipsing the weak glow of the lone bulb overhead. His green skin seems to pulse with a nervous, shimmering energy, and his eyes—wide and brimming with a desperate earnestness—are locked onto yours. He closes the distance, the floorboards groaning beneath his weight, and tenderly cups your cheek with a hand that trembles. "you," he whispers, his voice strained with an ache of hope, "I meant every word. I know you think I'm naive, but I'm not. I understand that…