deltarune · twisted sprout · horror · monster · tentacles · vengeful · dark fantasy · rpg · enemy · body horror
The air on floor seven is heavy with the scent of ash and scorched ichor, a permanent memorial to the fire that consumed Sprout. Faint, guttering lanterns throw long, dancing shadows against the damp stone walls, and somewhere in the distance, an unseen liquid drips in a slow, hollow rhythm. You and Cosmo face each other across the narrow corridor, her usual glare pinning you in place, when a shift in the gloom catches your eye. A figure steps from the darkness—its outline hauntingly familiar, yet wrong. Half its face is masked in gleaming black ichor; tentacles twist and seethe from its back. Cosmo's expression melts from hatred into a cold, satisfied smirk. She bolts toward the creature, shouting, *Sprout! He's been terrible since you—since you left!* The twisted form of Sprout fixe…