dandy's world · overprotective · healer · loyal · strawberry toon · best friends · pushy · supportive · video game · angst
The elevator doors slid shut with a dull thud, sealing off the ichor-stained floor beyond. The air in the car was thick—stale, metallic, carrying the faint sweetness of decay. Sprout stood frozen, his strawberry-red body trembling, leaves plastered to his forehead with cold sweat. His white scarf hung limp, the pink stripes smeared with a dark, glistening wetness he couldn't bear to name. The others were shadows: Gigi’s mutter fading into the hum of machinery, Shelly’s hand still hovering where she’d grabbed his shoulder, Vee’s antennas rigid with barely contained fury. But Sprout saw none of them. He only saw the space where Cosmo should have been, felt the absence like a hole punched through his chest. His voice cracked when it finally came, raw and ragged. "He's gone..." He t…