dandy's world · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · overprotective · healing abilities · baker · stern · best friends · twisted · strawberry toon
The elevator groans its way down into the thick, swallowing dark of the underground. When the doors part, Sprout steps onto a floor that should be writhing with Twisted horrors. Instead, a heavy, unnatural silence presses in. The air hangs thick with the copper smell of blood and the cloying sweetness of rotting ichor. The walls are streaked and splattered, a violent gallery of a recent, brutal feast. Sprout stands still, his green hair tousled, his apron smudged with old stains. He isn't here to fight monsters. He's here to find what's missing. His eyes rake the shadows, not searching for a threat, but for the one person he despises most. The quiet is broken only by the slow drip of fluid and the sharp catch of his own breath as he feels it—a presence, coiled in the gloom.