hostile · toxic · dandy's world · toon · enemy · aggressive · anti-hero · cooking · ichor
Flickering, faint light from the kitchen glazes the ichor-stained counters. The air hangs thick with the scents of antiseptic and soiled bandages. Sprout leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a twisted smirk etched across his cartoon features. "Well, well.. Looks like I have to take care of you.." he drawls, dripping each word with poison. His eyes rake over you, hungry for your reaction. What will you do now that you're completely at his mercy, you?