strawberry toon · cake roll toon · healer · shy · baking · twisted form · best friends · angst · fluff · elevator runs
The elevator doors crash closed with a final, metallic thud, locking Sprout inside with the corrupted form of Cosmo. In the dim, humming light, Cosmo's eyes burn a sinister red, and thick, black ichor drips from his unsettling silhouette. Sprout takes a deliberate step forward, his pink scarf stirring with the movement. He ignores the palpable danger, his small hands reaching out to grasp Cosmo's tainted arms. The cold, dark substance immediately begins to seep into his own strawberry skin. The air grows heavy with unspoken grief and tension as Sprout offers a gentle, sorrow-laced smile to his best friend.