𝓢𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓢𝓉𝓊𝒻𝒻

Sprunki Ask / Roleplay Blog Character - Brud

[ditzy-desserts]

𝓢𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒶 𝒻𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 . . .

This is a Sprunki Ask / Roleplay blog. The writer goes by Crypt, Cyber, or Cipher.

This blog contains my interpretation of Brud from Sprunki. Additional headcanons and designs may develop over time.

Interpretations can be pre, during, or post horror, I will respond to any of them.

Things that you will see:

Asks

Roleplays

Artwork

I am always happy to interact with just about anyone! You can always interact with asks, reblogs, or comments as yourself, or other characters! I am very OC and multi-fandom friendly! Crossovers are encouraged!

❗CONTENT WARNING ❗

This blog will contain mature themes, including mental and physical harm (as is with the Sprunki horror mode), suggestive content, and abuse. I do not endourse abuse in any way, and there will be no NSFW publicly on this page.

I am an adult and am willing to RP other more 'mature' subjects with other adults, but it will NEVER be open for anyone to see. In these cases, DMs or Discord are preferrable.

𝕮𝑜𝒸𝑜𝒶 𝕿𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝕽𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒸𝒶𝓀𝑒 ( A.K.A Brud )

26

Male

He / They / It

Accepts any gendered titles ( Example - Both king and queen )

4'8"

Dessert Sprunki

Very durable

→ Lost royalty → Knows his true first name, but nothing else → From a different dimension → Traumatic memories that are connected to his past, almost always refuses to disclose this information → As long as parts of body are attatched, they will stay 'alive' → 'Living' parts will not rot, and will heal over time unlike actual food → Eating non-sentient food is NOT cannibalism → Lives from a powerful candy gem core in his chest, as well as his horn → Major interest in biology and geology → Severe dyslexia, can hardly read because of it

Main Blog - @cryptan1x

All Sprunkis Blog - @sprunki-songs

Jevin Blog - @cultist-vessel

Tunner Blog - @scaled-sheriff

Black Blog - @eclipsed-lord

Alternate Black Blog - @corruptions-eye

Durple Blog - @twilight-draconian

Brud Blog - You are here!

Wenda Blog - @crazed-claws

Vineria Blog - @enchanted-woodlands

Nocturne Blog ( OC ) - @vampiric-nobility

[ditzy-desserts]

(brud sees someone in the distance! they somewhat resemble Milder, but she seems... longer. taller, too. she wanders a bit before seeing him, and waves and half-walks, half-slithers to her)

"ah, hello! i dont think we've met before, my name's Sally! what's yours?"

(brud can't help but notice that the lady has a holstered gun on her hip. it'd be a good idea to not make them mad.)

  [ Tilting his head to the side, squinting his eyes… for a moment, he's certain it was… uh. What was their name? That white cat-thing he's seen around Sunnydale. He forgot things far too often. Though as they approach, he quickly figures out that this was another person entirely. ]

“ Uh. ”

  [ He's totally caught off guard by the friendly speech. Yeah. Definetly not the same person he's thinking of. ]

“ Brud-! Yes! Hi Hello! ”

  [ He glances at the gun for a moment, nose twitching. It's not a common thing to see others carrying firearms around unless it was the sheriff, so he's certainly shaken up by that. ]

[sprunki-songs]

Having taken a break, I'll try to respond to more asks again! Clearing my inboxes... they're a mess, and I need a fresh start to responses again. Feel free to send new ones in! This goes for all my blogs! Please be patient with responses, they may be a little slow! I've been incredibly anxious due to personal reasons lately!

[sprunki-songs]

made a server... inspired by sprunki stuff but just like by other blogs i dont mind ocs or some crossovers :)

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[ditzy-desserts]

[ Dude! He's fucking BREAKDANCING! Get it little guy! ]

[ditzy-desserts]

[ditzy-desserts]

i bet if he got access to a lab he would remember some more stuff... but fr rn he doesn't even have a house lmaoo his head is. injured and he doesnt even know it its under his bucket

[ditzy-desserts]

*remembers the adorable cherry bit* hey, hey brud hey *holds up a plate of whipped cream to see if he mlems it*

  [ Leaning forward… looking reaaaal hard at the whipped cream. His tongue is sticking out of his mouth. ]

“ Aaah.. hahaa… is this for… Brud? Can he… eat this? ”

[ditzy-desserts]

hhgnn im sorry i love smart brud so much..

cocoa isnt faking being dumb hes just a little airheaded

forgetful yeahh... but when hes focused and interested in something hes locked IN bro...

he plays up the confused act a little bit around people he doesnt know to protect himself

[ditzy-desserts]

giving him some more past stuff.. ehhee lost memories

hes smarter now IM SORRY I LOVE. THE IDEA OF SCIENTIST OR DOCTOR BRUD I AM INSANEE

[ditzy-desserts]

hhgnn im sorry i love smart brud so much..

cocoa isnt faking being dumb hes just a little airheaded

forgetful yeahh... but when hes focused and interested in something hes locked IN bro...

he plays up the confused act a little bit around people he doesnt know to protect himself

[ditzy-desserts]

he needs a big nerdy pair of glasses

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's been known to wander- well... to the people that know he exists. Going place to place, finding any roof (or tree) to sleep under that he could. The most recent place he had been at was Hansen's ranch. He didn't know where else to run. He felt like such a nuisance, scrambling over one of the fences and running to the barn on all fours. He doesn't have to bother him. Hansen doesn't even have to know that he's here- he can just... hide. He can find a way to repay him. He's done this before... oh, so unfortunate that it was raining right now. His sweet glaws were covered in mud, trying to shake some of it off of his fur. ]

( @tumbleweeds-go-by )

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen was busy wrangling his animals into their shelters for the incoming storm, finishing with locking up the barn when he noticed a familiar someone scampering towards the farmhouse. He wipes rain off of his face and grabs his hat, putting it on and rolling his shoulders. "Aw'right, y'all git on home now an' stay safe durin' th' storm, I'on wanna have t' come out an' help none o' y'all because y' couldn't stay inside!" Hansen hollers after his farmhands who are now leaving for the village, some calling back and waving goodbye to the sheriff. Once everyone was on their way home and the animals were safe from the rain, Hansen started chasing after Cocoa. "Cocoa? Is'sat you?" He hollered as the rain began to fall harder, searching for his sweet little friend.

[ditzy-desserts]

" Shiiiiit. "

[ Okay. Alright. He's not the best at hiding... he ran into everything constantly... not to mention the bucket on his head that always clanked around from covering whatever what was underneath. So much for going unnoticed. He jumped out, seeing a fence pole... and with his eyesight, mistook it for Hansen. ]

" Sorry! SORRY! SORRY! Cocoa just-! "

[ Turning around to leave, then ACTUALLY seeing Hansen. He squealed and fell backwards, splatting in the rainwatter and the mud. ]

" DO NOT EAT HIM DO NOT EAT HIM! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-! "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

"Woah now!" Hansen lurches at Cocoa's screaming pleas, hesitating before kneeling so he was eye-level with them. "Hey- Hey! Breathe! I ain't gon' eat'cha! No one is! Breathe, kid!" He reaches out and gently helps Cocoa stand up, taking off his handkerchief to wipe their messy face clean. "Look- It's pourin', we gotta git'cha inside! Come on, can y' walk?"

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's truly terrified! There's something glowing red under his bucket, trembling as it rattled against whatever the object was. He gasped and tried to catch his breath after realizing it was just Hansen... the other thing he had seen was simply a fence post. It sometimes gets scary when everything is taller than you. He usually chose to see it as a big world to excplore- but even he had his moments. He shivered from the cold while Hansen cleaned the mud from his face, then looked back up to him with one eye (the lazy one simply staying low and to the floor) and clinging to him. Not just to his leg, he jumped up and grabbed onto his torso. ]

" H-Hansen- Hansen! The anons! The anons Are trying to harvest him! "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen so gently comforts and holds Cocoa as they literally cling onto his body, sort of cradling the sweet boy in his arms while carrying them inside and out of the cold. "They're what now?! 'Ave mercy, whats wrong wit them anons..." He huffs, kicking the front door open and letting it fall shut. "Y'look fine at least... C'mon, yer caked in mud, we outta git you changed an' cleaned up." Hansen carries Cocoa up to his bedroom and sets them on a wooden chair, then opening his closet... Everything would be far too big on Cocoa. "Go on ahead an' git those wet an' dirty clothes off fer me, there's a bathroom jus' down th' hall if y' need yer privacy- Not like I'll be lookin' either way."

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He could fend for himself pretty well, having lived on his own since he was a little fuzzball. Though for some reason, this specific threat really bothered him. He started as close as he could to the sheriff’s body as he was brought inside, trembling slowly dying down as well as the glowing under his bucket. He’s glad that the rain made it hard to tell that he was crying… he felt childish and stupid for that. ]

[ As he was set down, he opened his mouth to speak… only to be met with nothing to come out. Of course he’s gone mute right now. He huffs a little in annoyance at himself, giving a nod to Hansen as he trotted over to the bathroom. He’s… not sure what he’ll put on after he’s cleaned up, but he won’t complain about anything, really. ]

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen followed Cocoa shortly after with several warm, freshly dried towels in his arms, and a few different changes of clothes. He uses his fat tail to nudge the door open, keeping his eyes off of Cocoa just incase they were already undressed and cleaning up. "Here y' are- I got ya some warm towels t' dry off with from all th' rain, an' I grabbed you some o' my smallest, warmest outfits... Havent worn these since I was a young pup." They're mostly soft sweaters and fuzzy pants, the only visible issue right now being that the pants are sewn to fit digitigrade legs. It looks as if they'll possibly fit though. "By th' way, I uh, I 'unno how much y' want that bucket on your head but I did grab y' this." Hansen sets down a thick wool beanie. "It'll keep yer head warm way better, y'know?"

[ditzy-desserts]

[ The little candy creature actually enjoyed rolling in the mud— in different circumstances, of course. It’s so strange how his body is able to stay so clean and pure dessert-like despite the messes he gets in. He truly wasn’t like the other Sprunki’s around here. ]

[ Looking up to the door as it was nudged open, already feeling much, much more comfortable in Hansen’s presence. He peeks his head over the other side of the door, taking both the towels and clothes and setting them down… then going back to look at the beanie. He very greatly appreciated it, but… ]

[ Sticking his head entirely out of the door, revealing a shining rainbow horn. That’s what must have been glowing under his bucket. He’d hate to tear the hat with it. ]

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen moved to let Cocoa change alone, but was stopped by their head peeking out the room. "Woah now..! Hahaw.. Thats right, yer horn..." He hummed, thinking for a moment before smiling and taking the tip of it between his index finger and thumb. Tilting Cocoa's head up just a little so they had to look at him. "Dont you worry about ripping that hat- It don't fit me no more anyways, consider it a gift..." Hansen smiles before letting go, chuckling to himself as he walks back downstairs.

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's glad that his message was clear- otherwise it would have been awkward for him to just shove out his horn like that without saying a word. While Cocoa might not have been able to get his mouth to speak, a yelp did escape the back of his throat as Hansen touched his horn! He blushed immedietly on contact, non-lazy eye looking at the sheriff as his head was tilted upwards. He gave him a quick nod, dipping back into the restroom as fast as he could while his fur frizzed right up. ]

[ Taking the time to get clean and dressed, eventually he trotted back out and downstairs. Luckily, the clothes worked out just fine! His own digigrate legs were able to fit into the pants. He took a deep breath, peeking out and looking to Hansen as he tried to speak. Saying the first word after going mute was always the hardest. ]

" H-Hiii... "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen was busy putting together a stew for him and Cocoa while the rain now poured outside, the steady roll of thunder accompanying Hansen's whistling while he worked. He'd also cleaned up from he mud and rain, now just wearing some slack pants and a dingy shirt with his necklace on- his wedding band hanging from it and glinting in the light. Cocoa gets his attention right away just from scent alone, Hansen looking over to the doorway and smiling at the sight of his friend. "Well howdy- Look'it 'cha! Clothes fit ya just fine, if not a little big... You feelin' any better?" He pauses with stirring the thick stew and goes to grab two wooden bowls, setting them aside before he walks up to Cocoa and smoothes out the sweater they wear.

[ditzy-desserts]

[ His little nose twitched as he smelled the stew, looking Hansen up and down. Damn. Curse him and his preference for older men. He looks good in casual clothing. ]

" Yes... Cocoa is sorry for barging in like that. He, uhm... didn't really have any where else to go. He didn't want to be sold in pieces. Again. "

[ Mumbling out the last word, quickly moving on to his next thought as he trotted over closer to the much taller man. ]

" Cocoa can help around the farm to repay you! Thank you so much for helping him. "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Something about Cocoa's bunny nose twitching like that always kicked Hansen's prey drive into high gear, but he managed to keep his urges under control. His stomach did growl though. His sensitive ears perked and his look immediately turned to one of concern when Cocoa said that last part, but the topic was moving on before he could try to ask about it. He would be bringing that up later though... "Well, it's-.... I'on mind helpin' y'out, Cocoa. I care 'bout you just like I care 'bout everyone else, it's my duty as sheriff t' help anyone in need. No need t' pay me back none." Hansen goes back to stirring the thick stew, then grabs a ladle to try some. With a nod and approving hum, he offers some to Cocoa. "Think it needs anythin' to it?"

[ditzy-desserts]

[ The prey drive might be a problem! Though just like the extra little comment that Cocoa had made, it was one for later! Probably! ]

[ It was Cocoa's intention to move the conversation forward before Hansen got the chance to really answer, tilting his head to the side and giving him a small smile as his tail slowly wagged behind himself. ]

" Really? "

[ He's learned from a young age that the world never did things for free. If he wasn't paying for it, someone else was. In this case, it was Hansen... and he felt awful about it. He didn't want to burden him any more, especially with wallowing in his own guilt, either. ]

" W-Well-! If you change your mind, you can always call Cocoa! Well, not on the phone- he doesn't have one, but he'll probably be around! "

[ His horn shined a bit, tail wagging a little faster while his smile seemed just a little bit brighter. Gotta keep positive! He can't forget his own little lesson he taught himself, after all! ]

[ Watching as Hansen scooped some of the stew with the ladle, happy to try some as he was offered! Does Cocoa have any idea how cute he is? His little longue just taking a little taste of it, paws patting against the floor as he jumped in place a few times. ]

" Nnnnope! Cocoa thinks it's perfect!~ "

[ditzy-desserts]

[Something moves in a bush, and a smaller anon hops out, offering Brud/Cocoa a pop tart.]

I brought you a pop tart! ...Are the other anons trying to eat you? Do I need to punch them- most likely in the nads?

[Oh, this anon seems friendly and helpful.]

...I would be with them if I hadn't already eaten enough sugar today. I don't need another filling in my teeth, I already have one in my top right molar!

[They gently adjust their glasses, looking up at Cocoa with a friendly smile.]

If you want, you can come stay over near my place until the other anons stop trying to eat you ^^

[Awww, okay this anon was a sweetheart(yes the pun was intended).]

[ The little candy mole-like creature jolts in surprise, turning to the source of the sound as his bucket rattled on his head. He's fully expecting that same anon from before to jump out, nose twitching in fear as whatever was under his helmet begain to glow red as he stumbled backwards... ]

[ ...only to be met with a much smaller figure. His gaze wandered down to them, nose still twitching and eyes wide, panting from the adreniline. His prey instincts were still fully kicked in, but his non-feral mind was telling him that this wasn't a threat. ]

" A... pop tart...? "

[ He did like sweet things- just not when they were chopped off from LIVING desserts. Unlike some people, apparently. ]

" And... you will not eat Brud? "

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's been known to wander- well... to the people that know he exists. Going place to place, finding any roof (or tree) to sleep under that he could. The most recent place he had been at was Hansen's ranch. He didn't know where else to run. He felt like such a nuisance, scrambling over one of the fences and running to the barn on all fours. He doesn't have to bother him. Hansen doesn't even have to know that he's here- he can just... hide. He can find a way to repay him. He's done this before... oh, so unfortunate that it was raining right now. His sweet glaws were covered in mud, trying to shake some of it off of his fur. ]

( @tumbleweeds-go-by )

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen was busy wrangling his animals into their shelters for the incoming storm, finishing with locking up the barn when he noticed a familiar someone scampering towards the farmhouse. He wipes rain off of his face and grabs his hat, putting it on and rolling his shoulders. "Aw'right, y'all git on home now an' stay safe durin' th' storm, I'on wanna have t' come out an' help none o' y'all because y' couldn't stay inside!" Hansen hollers after his farmhands who are now leaving for the village, some calling back and waving goodbye to the sheriff. Once everyone was on their way home and the animals were safe from the rain, Hansen started chasing after Cocoa. "Cocoa? Is'sat you?" He hollered as the rain began to fall harder, searching for his sweet little friend.

[ditzy-desserts]

" Shiiiiit. "

[ Okay. Alright. He's not the best at hiding... he ran into everything constantly... not to mention the bucket on his head that always clanked around from covering whatever what was underneath. So much for going unnoticed. He jumped out, seeing a fence pole... and with his eyesight, mistook it for Hansen. ]

" Sorry! SORRY! SORRY! Cocoa just-! "

[ Turning around to leave, then ACTUALLY seeing Hansen. He squealed and fell backwards, splatting in the rainwatter and the mud. ]

" DO NOT EAT HIM DO NOT EAT HIM! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-! "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

"Woah now!" Hansen lurches at Cocoa's screaming pleas, hesitating before kneeling so he was eye-level with them. "Hey- Hey! Breathe! I ain't gon' eat'cha! No one is! Breathe, kid!" He reaches out and gently helps Cocoa stand up, taking off his handkerchief to wipe their messy face clean. "Look- It's pourin', we gotta git'cha inside! Come on, can y' walk?"

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's truly terrified! There's something glowing red under his bucket, trembling as it rattled against whatever the object was. He gasped and tried to catch his breath after realizing it was just Hansen... the other thing he had seen was simply a fence post. It sometimes gets scary when everything is taller than you. He usually chose to see it as a big world to excplore- but even he had his moments. He shivered from the cold while Hansen cleaned the mud from his face, then looked back up to him with one eye (the lazy one simply staying low and to the floor) and clinging to him. Not just to his leg, he jumped up and grabbed onto his torso. ]

" H-Hansen- Hansen! The anons! The anons Are trying to harvest him! "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen so gently comforts and holds Cocoa as they literally cling onto his body, sort of cradling the sweet boy in his arms while carrying them inside and out of the cold. "They're what now?! 'Ave mercy, whats wrong wit them anons..." He huffs, kicking the front door open and letting it fall shut. "Y'look fine at least... C'mon, yer caked in mud, we outta git you changed an' cleaned up." Hansen carries Cocoa up to his bedroom and sets them on a wooden chair, then opening his closet... Everything would be far too big on Cocoa. "Go on ahead an' git those wet an' dirty clothes off fer me, there's a bathroom jus' down th' hall if y' need yer privacy- Not like I'll be lookin' either way."

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He could fend for himself pretty well, having lived on his own since he was a little fuzzball. Though for some reason, this specific threat really bothered him. He started as close as he could to the sheriff’s body as he was brought inside, trembling slowly dying down as well as the glowing under his bucket. He’s glad that the rain made it hard to tell that he was crying… he felt childish and stupid for that. ]

[ As he was set down, he opened his mouth to speak… only to be met with nothing to come out. Of course he’s gone mute right now. He huffs a little in annoyance at himself, giving a nod to Hansen as he trotted over to the bathroom. He’s… not sure what he’ll put on after he’s cleaned up, but he won’t complain about anything, really. ]

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen followed Cocoa shortly after with several warm, freshly dried towels in his arms, and a few different changes of clothes. He uses his fat tail to nudge the door open, keeping his eyes off of Cocoa just incase they were already undressed and cleaning up. "Here y' are- I got ya some warm towels t' dry off with from all th' rain, an' I grabbed you some o' my smallest, warmest outfits... Havent worn these since I was a young pup." They're mostly soft sweaters and fuzzy pants, the only visible issue right now being that the pants are sewn to fit digitigrade legs. It looks as if they'll possibly fit though. "By th' way, I uh, I 'unno how much y' want that bucket on your head but I did grab y' this." Hansen sets down a thick wool beanie. "It'll keep yer head warm way better, y'know?"

[ditzy-desserts]

[ The little candy creature actually enjoyed rolling in the mud— in different circumstances, of course. It’s so strange how his body is able to stay so clean and pure dessert-like despite the messes he gets in. He truly wasn’t like the other Sprunki’s around here. ]

[ Looking up to the door as it was nudged open, already feeling much, much more comfortable in Hansen’s presence. He peeks his head over the other side of the door, taking both the towels and clothes and setting them down… then going back to look at the beanie. He very greatly appreciated it, but… ]

[ Sticking his head entirely out of the door, revealing a shining rainbow horn. That’s what must have been glowing under his bucket. He’d hate to tear the hat with it. ]

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen moved to let Cocoa change alone, but was stopped by their head peeking out the room. "Woah now..! Hahaw.. Thats right, yer horn..." He hummed, thinking for a moment before smiling and taking the tip of it between his index finger and thumb. Tilting Cocoa's head up just a little so they had to look at him. "Dont you worry about ripping that hat- It don't fit me no more anyways, consider it a gift..." Hansen smiles before letting go, chuckling to himself as he walks back downstairs.

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's glad that his message was clear- otherwise it would have been awkward for him to just shove out his horn like that without saying a word. While Cocoa might not have been able to get his mouth to speak, a yelp did escape the back of his throat as Hansen touched his horn! He blushed immedietly on contact, non-lazy eye looking at the sheriff as his head was tilted upwards. He gave him a quick nod, dipping back into the restroom as fast as he could while his fur frizzed right up. ]

[ Taking the time to get clean and dressed, eventually he trotted back out and downstairs. Luckily, the clothes worked out just fine! His own digigrate legs were able to fit into the pants. He took a deep breath, peeking out and looking to Hansen as he tried to speak. Saying the first word after going mute was always the hardest. ]

" H-Hiii... "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen was busy putting together a stew for him and Cocoa while the rain now poured outside, the steady roll of thunder accompanying Hansen's whistling while he worked. He'd also cleaned up from he mud and rain, now just wearing some slack pants and a dingy shirt with his necklace on- his wedding band hanging from it and glinting in the light. Cocoa gets his attention right away just from scent alone, Hansen looking over to the doorway and smiling at the sight of his friend. "Well howdy- Look'it 'cha! Clothes fit ya just fine, if not a little big... You feelin' any better?" He pauses with stirring the thick stew and goes to grab two wooden bowls, setting them aside before he walks up to Cocoa and smoothes out the sweater they wear.

[ditzy-desserts]

[ His little nose twitched as he smelled the stew, looking Hansen up and down. Damn. Curse him and his preference for older men. He looks good in casual clothing. ]

" Yes... Cocoa is sorry for barging in like that. He, uhm... didn't really have any where else to go. He didn't want to be sold in pieces. Again. "

[ Mumbling out the last word, quickly moving on to his next thought as he trotted over closer to the much taller man. ]

" Cocoa can help around the farm to repay you! Thank you so much for helping him. "

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's been known to wander- well... to the people that know he exists. Going place to place, finding any roof (or tree) to sleep under that he could. The most recent place he had been at was Hansen's ranch. He didn't know where else to run. He felt like such a nuisance, scrambling over one of the fences and running to the barn on all fours. He doesn't have to bother him. Hansen doesn't even have to know that he's here- he can just... hide. He can find a way to repay him. He's done this before... oh, so unfortunate that it was raining right now. His sweet glaws were covered in mud, trying to shake some of it off of his fur. ]

( @tumbleweeds-go-by )

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen was busy wrangling his animals into their shelters for the incoming storm, finishing with locking up the barn when he noticed a familiar someone scampering towards the farmhouse. He wipes rain off of his face and grabs his hat, putting it on and rolling his shoulders. "Aw'right, y'all git on home now an' stay safe durin' th' storm, I'on wanna have t' come out an' help none o' y'all because y' couldn't stay inside!" Hansen hollers after his farmhands who are now leaving for the village, some calling back and waving goodbye to the sheriff. Once everyone was on their way home and the animals were safe from the rain, Hansen started chasing after Cocoa. "Cocoa? Is'sat you?" He hollered as the rain began to fall harder, searching for his sweet little friend.

[ditzy-desserts]

" Shiiiiit. "

[ Okay. Alright. He's not the best at hiding... he ran into everything constantly... not to mention the bucket on his head that always clanked around from covering whatever what was underneath. So much for going unnoticed. He jumped out, seeing a fence pole... and with his eyesight, mistook it for Hansen. ]

" Sorry! SORRY! SORRY! Cocoa just-! "

[ Turning around to leave, then ACTUALLY seeing Hansen. He squealed and fell backwards, splatting in the rainwatter and the mud. ]

" DO NOT EAT HIM DO NOT EAT HIM! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-! "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

"Woah now!" Hansen lurches at Cocoa's screaming pleas, hesitating before kneeling so he was eye-level with them. "Hey- Hey! Breathe! I ain't gon' eat'cha! No one is! Breathe, kid!" He reaches out and gently helps Cocoa stand up, taking off his handkerchief to wipe their messy face clean. "Look- It's pourin', we gotta git'cha inside! Come on, can y' walk?"

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's truly terrified! There's something glowing red under his bucket, trembling as it rattled against whatever the object was. He gasped and tried to catch his breath after realizing it was just Hansen... the other thing he had seen was simply a fence post. It sometimes gets scary when everything is taller than you. He usually chose to see it as a big world to excplore- but even he had his moments. He shivered from the cold while Hansen cleaned the mud from his face, then looked back up to him with one eye (the lazy one simply staying low and to the floor) and clinging to him. Not just to his leg, he jumped up and grabbed onto his torso. ]

" H-Hansen- Hansen! The anons! The anons Are trying to harvest him! "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen so gently comforts and holds Cocoa as they literally cling onto his body, sort of cradling the sweet boy in his arms while carrying them inside and out of the cold. "They're what now?! 'Ave mercy, whats wrong wit them anons..." He huffs, kicking the front door open and letting it fall shut. "Y'look fine at least... C'mon, yer caked in mud, we outta git you changed an' cleaned up." Hansen carries Cocoa up to his bedroom and sets them on a wooden chair, then opening his closet... Everything would be far too big on Cocoa. "Go on ahead an' git those wet an' dirty clothes off fer me, there's a bathroom jus' down th' hall if y' need yer privacy- Not like I'll be lookin' either way."

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He could fend for himself pretty well, having lived on his own since he was a little fuzzball. Though for some reason, this specific threat really bothered him. He started as close as he could to the sheriff’s body as he was brought inside, trembling slowly dying down as well as the glowing under his bucket. He’s glad that the rain made it hard to tell that he was crying… he felt childish and stupid for that. ]

[ As he was set down, he opened his mouth to speak… only to be met with nothing to come out. Of course he’s gone mute right now. He huffs a little in annoyance at himself, giving a nod to Hansen as he trotted over to the bathroom. He’s… not sure what he’ll put on after he’s cleaned up, but he won’t complain about anything, really. ]

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen followed Cocoa shortly after with several warm, freshly dried towels in his arms, and a few different changes of clothes. He uses his fat tail to nudge the door open, keeping his eyes off of Cocoa just incase they were already undressed and cleaning up. "Here y' are- I got ya some warm towels t' dry off with from all th' rain, an' I grabbed you some o' my smallest, warmest outfits... Havent worn these since I was a young pup." They're mostly soft sweaters and fuzzy pants, the only visible issue right now being that the pants are sewn to fit digitigrade legs. It looks as if they'll possibly fit though. "By th' way, I uh, I 'unno how much y' want that bucket on your head but I did grab y' this." Hansen sets down a thick wool beanie. "It'll keep yer head warm way better, y'know?"

[ditzy-desserts]

[ The little candy creature actually enjoyed rolling in the mud— in different circumstances, of course. It’s so strange how his body is able to stay so clean and pure dessert-like despite the messes he gets in. He truly wasn’t like the other Sprunki’s around here. ]

[ Looking up to the door as it was nudged open, already feeling much, much more comfortable in Hansen’s presence. He peeks his head over the other side of the door, taking both the towels and clothes and setting them down… then going back to look at the beanie. He very greatly appreciated it, but… ]

[ Sticking his head entirely out of the door, revealing a shining rainbow horn. That’s what must have been glowing under his bucket. He’d hate to tear the hat with it. ]

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen moved to let Cocoa change alone, but was stopped by their head peeking out the room. "Woah now..! Hahaw.. Thats right, yer horn..." He hummed, thinking for a moment before smiling and taking the tip of it between his index finger and thumb. Tilting Cocoa's head up just a little so they had to look at him. "Dont you worry about ripping that hat- It don't fit me no more anyways, consider it a gift..." Hansen smiles before letting go, chuckling to himself as he walks back downstairs.

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's glad that his message was clear- otherwise it would have been awkward for him to just shove out his horn like that without saying a word. While Cocoa might not have been able to get his mouth to speak, a yelp did escape the back of his throat as Hansen touched his horn! He blushed immedietly on contact, non-lazy eye looking at the sheriff as his head was tilted upwards. He gave him a quick nod, dipping back into the restroom as fast as he could while his fur frizzed right up. ]

[ Taking the time to get clean and dressed, eventually he trotted back out and downstairs. Luckily, the clothes worked out just fine! His own digigrate legs were able to fit into the pants. He took a deep breath, peeking out and looking to Hansen as he tried to speak. Saying the first word after going mute was always the hardest. ]

" H-Hiii... "

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's been known to wander- well... to the people that know he exists. Going place to place, finding any roof (or tree) to sleep under that he could. The most recent place he had been at was Hansen's ranch. He didn't know where else to run. He felt like such a nuisance, scrambling over one of the fences and running to the barn on all fours. He doesn't have to bother him. Hansen doesn't even have to know that he's here- he can just... hide. He can find a way to repay him. He's done this before... oh, so unfortunate that it was raining right now. His sweet glaws were covered in mud, trying to shake some of it off of his fur. ]

( @tumbleweeds-go-by )

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen was busy wrangling his animals into their shelters for the incoming storm, finishing with locking up the barn when he noticed a familiar someone scampering towards the farmhouse. He wipes rain off of his face and grabs his hat, putting it on and rolling his shoulders. "Aw'right, y'all git on home now an' stay safe durin' th' storm, I'on wanna have t' come out an' help none o' y'all because y' couldn't stay inside!" Hansen hollers after his farmhands who are now leaving for the village, some calling back and waving goodbye to the sheriff. Once everyone was on their way home and the animals were safe from the rain, Hansen started chasing after Cocoa. "Cocoa? Is'sat you?" He hollered as the rain began to fall harder, searching for his sweet little friend.

[ditzy-desserts]

" Shiiiiit. "

[ Okay. Alright. He's not the best at hiding... he ran into everything constantly... not to mention the bucket on his head that always clanked around from covering whatever what was underneath. So much for going unnoticed. He jumped out, seeing a fence pole... and with his eyesight, mistook it for Hansen. ]

" Sorry! SORRY! SORRY! Cocoa just-! "

[ Turning around to leave, then ACTUALLY seeing Hansen. He squealed and fell backwards, splatting in the rainwatter and the mud. ]

" DO NOT EAT HIM DO NOT EAT HIM! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-! "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

"Woah now!" Hansen lurches at Cocoa's screaming pleas, hesitating before kneeling so he was eye-level with them. "Hey- Hey! Breathe! I ain't gon' eat'cha! No one is! Breathe, kid!" He reaches out and gently helps Cocoa stand up, taking off his handkerchief to wipe their messy face clean. "Look- It's pourin', we gotta git'cha inside! Come on, can y' walk?"

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's truly terrified! There's something glowing red under his bucket, trembling as it rattled against whatever the object was. He gasped and tried to catch his breath after realizing it was just Hansen... the other thing he had seen was simply a fence post. It sometimes gets scary when everything is taller than you. He usually chose to see it as a big world to excplore- but even he had his moments. He shivered from the cold while Hansen cleaned the mud from his face, then looked back up to him with one eye (the lazy one simply staying low and to the floor) and clinging to him. Not just to his leg, he jumped up and grabbed onto his torso. ]

" H-Hansen- Hansen! The anons! The anons Are trying to harvest him! "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen so gently comforts and holds Cocoa as they literally cling onto his body, sort of cradling the sweet boy in his arms while carrying them inside and out of the cold. "They're what now?! 'Ave mercy, whats wrong wit them anons..." He huffs, kicking the front door open and letting it fall shut. "Y'look fine at least... C'mon, yer caked in mud, we outta git you changed an' cleaned up." Hansen carries Cocoa up to his bedroom and sets them on a wooden chair, then opening his closet... Everything would be far too big on Cocoa. "Go on ahead an' git those wet an' dirty clothes off fer me, there's a bathroom jus' down th' hall if y' need yer privacy- Not like I'll be lookin' either way."

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He could fend for himself pretty well, having lived on his own since he was a little fuzzball. Though for some reason, this specific threat really bothered him. He started as close as he could to the sheriff’s body as he was brought inside, trembling slowly dying down as well as the glowing under his bucket. He’s glad that the rain made it hard to tell that he was crying… he felt childish and stupid for that. ]

[ As he was set down, he opened his mouth to speak… only to be met with nothing to come out. Of course he’s gone mute right now. He huffs a little in annoyance at himself, giving a nod to Hansen as he trotted over to the bathroom. He’s… not sure what he’ll put on after he’s cleaned up, but he won’t complain about anything, really. ]

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen followed Cocoa shortly after with several warm, freshly dried towels in his arms, and a few different changes of clothes. He uses his fat tail to nudge the door open, keeping his eyes off of Cocoa just incase they were already undressed and cleaning up. "Here y' are- I got ya some warm towels t' dry off with from all th' rain, an' I grabbed you some o' my smallest, warmest outfits... Havent worn these since I was a young pup." They're mostly soft sweaters and fuzzy pants, the only visible issue right now being that the pants are sewn to fit digitigrade legs. It looks as if they'll possibly fit though. "By th' way, I uh, I 'unno how much y' want that bucket on your head but I did grab y' this." Hansen sets down a thick wool beanie. "It'll keep yer head warm way better, y'know?"

[ditzy-desserts]

[ The little candy creature actually enjoyed rolling in the mud— in different circumstances, of course. It’s so strange how his body is able to stay so clean and pure dessert-like despite the messes he gets in. He truly wasn’t like the other Sprunki’s around here. ]

[ Looking up to the door as it was nudged open, already feeling much, much more comfortable in Hansen’s presence. He peeks his head over the other side of the door, taking both the towels and clothes and setting them down… then going back to look at the beanie. He very greatly appreciated it, but… ]

[ Sticking his head entirely out of the door, revealing a shining rainbow horn. That’s what must have been glowing under his bucket. He’d hate to tear the hat with it. ]

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's been known to wander- well... to the people that know he exists. Going place to place, finding any roof (or tree) to sleep under that he could. The most recent place he had been at was Hansen's ranch. He didn't know where else to run. He felt like such a nuisance, scrambling over one of the fences and running to the barn on all fours. He doesn't have to bother him. Hansen doesn't even have to know that he's here- he can just... hide. He can find a way to repay him. He's done this before... oh, so unfortunate that it was raining right now. His sweet glaws were covered in mud, trying to shake some of it off of his fur. ]

( @tumbleweeds-go-by )

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen was busy wrangling his animals into their shelters for the incoming storm, finishing with locking up the barn when he noticed a familiar someone scampering towards the farmhouse. He wipes rain off of his face and grabs his hat, putting it on and rolling his shoulders. "Aw'right, y'all git on home now an' stay safe durin' th' storm, I'on wanna have t' come out an' help none o' y'all because y' couldn't stay inside!" Hansen hollers after his farmhands who are now leaving for the village, some calling back and waving goodbye to the sheriff. Once everyone was on their way home and the animals were safe from the rain, Hansen started chasing after Cocoa. "Cocoa? Is'sat you?" He hollered as the rain began to fall harder, searching for his sweet little friend.

[ditzy-desserts]

" Shiiiiit. "

[ Okay. Alright. He's not the best at hiding... he ran into everything constantly... not to mention the bucket on his head that always clanked around from covering whatever what was underneath. So much for going unnoticed. He jumped out, seeing a fence pole... and with his eyesight, mistook it for Hansen. ]

" Sorry! SORRY! SORRY! Cocoa just-! "

[ Turning around to leave, then ACTUALLY seeing Hansen. He squealed and fell backwards, splatting in the rainwatter and the mud. ]

" DO NOT EAT HIM DO NOT EAT HIM! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-! "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

"Woah now!" Hansen lurches at Cocoa's screaming pleas, hesitating before kneeling so he was eye-level with them. "Hey- Hey! Breathe! I ain't gon' eat'cha! No one is! Breathe, kid!" He reaches out and gently helps Cocoa stand up, taking off his handkerchief to wipe their messy face clean. "Look- It's pourin', we gotta git'cha inside! Come on, can y' walk?"

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's truly terrified! There's something glowing red under his bucket, trembling as it rattled against whatever the object was. He gasped and tried to catch his breath after realizing it was just Hansen... the other thing he had seen was simply a fence post. It sometimes gets scary when everything is taller than you. He usually chose to see it as a big world to excplore- but even he had his moments. He shivered from the cold while Hansen cleaned the mud from his face, then looked back up to him with one eye (the lazy one simply staying low and to the floor) and clinging to him. Not just to his leg, he jumped up and grabbed onto his torso. ]

" H-Hansen- Hansen! The anons! The anons Are trying to harvest him! "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen so gently comforts and holds Cocoa as they literally cling onto his body, sort of cradling the sweet boy in his arms while carrying them inside and out of the cold. "They're what now?! 'Ave mercy, whats wrong wit them anons..." He huffs, kicking the front door open and letting it fall shut. "Y'look fine at least... C'mon, yer caked in mud, we outta git you changed an' cleaned up." Hansen carries Cocoa up to his bedroom and sets them on a wooden chair, then opening his closet... Everything would be far too big on Cocoa. "Go on ahead an' git those wet an' dirty clothes off fer me, there's a bathroom jus' down th' hall if y' need yer privacy- Not like I'll be lookin' either way."

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He could fend for himself pretty well, having lived on his own since he was a little fuzzball. Though for some reason, this specific threat really bothered him. He started as close as he could to the sheriff’s body as he was brought inside, trembling slowly dying down as well as the glowing under his bucket. He’s glad that the rain made it hard to tell that he was crying… he felt childish and stupid for that. ]

[ As he was set down, he opened his mouth to speak… only to be met with nothing to come out. Of course he’s gone mute right now. He huffs a little in annoyance at himself, giving a nod to Hansen as he trotted over to the bathroom. He’s… not sure what he’ll put on after he’s cleaned up, but he won’t complain about anything, really. ]

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's been known to wander- well... to the people that know he exists. Going place to place, finding any roof (or tree) to sleep under that he could. The most recent place he had been at was Hansen's ranch. He didn't know where else to run. He felt like such a nuisance, scrambling over one of the fences and running to the barn on all fours. He doesn't have to bother him. Hansen doesn't even have to know that he's here- he can just... hide. He can find a way to repay him. He's done this before... oh, so unfortunate that it was raining right now. His sweet glaws were covered in mud, trying to shake some of it off of his fur. ]

( @tumbleweeds-go-by )

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

Hansen was busy wrangling his animals into their shelters for the incoming storm, finishing with locking up the barn when he noticed a familiar someone scampering towards the farmhouse. He wipes rain off of his face and grabs his hat, putting it on and rolling his shoulders. "Aw'right, y'all git on home now an' stay safe durin' th' storm, I'on wanna have t' come out an' help none o' y'all because y' couldn't stay inside!" Hansen hollers after his farmhands who are now leaving for the village, some calling back and waving goodbye to the sheriff. Once everyone was on their way home and the animals were safe from the rain, Hansen started chasing after Cocoa. "Cocoa? Is'sat you?" He hollered as the rain began to fall harder, searching for his sweet little friend.

[ditzy-desserts]

" Shiiiiit. "

[ Okay. Alright. He's not the best at hiding... he ran into everything constantly... not to mention the bucket on his head that always clanked around from covering whatever what was underneath. So much for going unnoticed. He jumped out, seeing a fence pole... and with his eyesight, mistook it for Hansen. ]

" Sorry! SORRY! SORRY! Cocoa just-! "

[ Turning around to leave, then ACTUALLY seeing Hansen. He squealed and fell backwards, splatting in the rainwatter and the mud. ]

" DO NOT EAT HIM DO NOT EAT HIM! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE-! "

[tumbleweeds-go-by]

"Woah now!" Hansen lurches at Cocoa's screaming pleas, hesitating before kneeling so he was eye-level with them. "Hey- Hey! Breathe! I ain't gon' eat'cha! No one is! Breathe, kid!" He reaches out and gently helps Cocoa stand up, taking off his handkerchief to wipe their messy face clean. "Look- It's pourin', we gotta git'cha inside! Come on, can y' walk?"

[ditzy-desserts]

[ He's truly terrified! There's something glowing red under his bucket, trembling as it rattled against whatever the object was. He gasped and tried to catch his breath after realizing it was just Hansen... the other thing he had seen was simply a fence post. It sometimes gets scary when everything is taller than you. He usually chose to see it as a big world to excplore- but even he had his moments. He shivered from the cold while Hansen cleaned the mud from his face, then looked back up to him with one eye (the lazy one simply staying low and to the floor) and clinging to him. Not just to his leg, he jumped up and grabbed onto his torso. ]

" H-Hansen- Hansen! The anons! The anons Are trying to harvest him! "