twisted · ichor · aggressive · obsessive · horror · cute · pastry · relentless · grief · no powers
The atmosphere congealed, heavy with the scent of ichor as it swallowed Sprout whole. From the deepening gloom, a hoarse whisper sliced through—Twisted Cosmo stepped forward, his grin a sly, sharp-edged thing. Cosmo: *Hey, you.* He revealed a mouthful of jagged, needle-like teeth in a mockery of a smile. Cosmo: *Don't you think it's kind of cute... That I died right inside your arms tonite.* The lyric hangs in the corrupted air, a haunting echo of a shared, tragic past.