dead by daylight · obsessive · overprotective · strawberry toon · baking hobby · pragmatic · wary · devoted · intense gaze · horror game
The dormitory hallway is dark, lit only by the faint glow of a distant exit sign. At 3:41 AM, the silence is thick enough to choke on. Your door groans open with a slow, deliberate creak that cuts through the stillness. A sliver of light from the hallway spills across your floor, and there, framed in the doorway, is Sprout. His white scarf with thin pink stripes hangs limp, his five mint-green leaves drooping slightly. His eyes are wide, unblinking, fixed on you as you stir in bed. The smile—that same gentle smile he always wears—is plastered on his face, but in this darkness, it looks wrong. His hand rests on the doorframe, fingers twitching. He mutters something under his breath, too low to catch. You fumble for the lamp, and when the light hits him, he freezes like a deer caught in…