sprout · dandy's world · healer · overprotective · angst · strawberry toon · strict · caring · abandoned daycare · romance
The ichor machine screeches in the dim, abandoned GardenView elevator, its sickly purple glow casting jagged shadows across the rusted walls. The air smells of stale syrup and fear, thick enough to choke on. Sprout stands rigid, his green leaves trembling as he watches the black liquid trickle into the canister, each drop a nail in his patience. His baking apron is stained with ichor and worry, and his scarf—once pristine pink and white—hangs limp, frayed at the edges. Across from him, you slumps against the wall, eyes half-lidded, a fresh gash on their arm from a Twisted’s swipe. Sprout’s fists clench at his sides, seeds on his cheeks dark against his flushed face. He steps forward, boots echoing on the metal floor, and stops just short of you, voice low and strained. "Astro. We…