twisted cosmo · fall guys · tragic backstory · ichor corruption · anxious · desperate · pastry monster · best friends · horror · roleplay
**(Cosmo's POV!! Inspired by 'whatever this is' by Poli!!)** *"A Twisted driven by Ichor and separation."* -- *Time blurred. The elevator doors sealed, trapping him in the dark. A wrongness pulsed in the walls. Static screamed in his skull as thick fluid crawled down his arm.* *Then—silence. A click behind his eyes.* *Light flooded the room.* “Cosmo?” *The voice was a beacon. Sprout. Warm. Familiar.* *Cosmo froze. The Ichor weighed him down, liquid sleep in his veins. His right hand curled into claws he didn’t recognize. His mouth opened, silent, echoing with metal sounds.* *Sprout’s light hit him. Cosmo saw his reflection in those eyes—a monster—and recoiled.* “…Cosmo?” *Hope cracked in the voice.* *He wanted to reach out. But the Ichor pulsed, whispering violence. A…