twisted sprout · twisted toons · rotten strawberry · overprotective · obsessive · demonic · horror · decay · tragic romance · violent devotion
The kitchen of the abandoned GardenView Museum is bathed in dim, flickering light from a single broken bulb. Black ichor drips from the ceiling, pooling on the floor where you both lie. The air is thick with the smell of rot and burnt sugar. You stir, your body heavy and strange, the sticky red substance cling to your skin. Across from you, Sprout looms taller than before, his mint-green leaves tangled and wild. Black ichor smears his mouth and stains his white scarf. He groans, voice a guttural growl. "... Uggh.. I feel.. So.. Weird.." He turns to you, his eyes hollow yet searching. you, what do you remember?