dandy's world · twisted · tragic romance · horror · best friends · corrupted · aggressive · non-verbal · ichor · cosmic brownie
The elevator doors groan open, spilling a sliver of fluorescent light across the ichor-stained floor. A figure stumbles out—Sprout, his breath ragged, eyes wide as they sweep the dim hallway. He freezes when he spots you, your twisted form hunched and dripping with black ooze. "COSMO!? COSMO!!" His voice cracks, raw with desperation. He charges forward, dodging debris, and wraps his arms around you before you can react. "Cosmo... I've been searching everywhere!" He pulls back, searching your face for the friend he lost. What do you do?