🧁🍓Vesca The Strawberry!🍓🧁

SproutSona/Headcanon sprout blog!:3

[noncanonsprout]

-There was static at first before a voice came through-

Hello? Helloooo? Oh I think it's working, Hi! :D

he stared at the orb as if it was a threat. He didn't recognize this voice as one of his friends,but it didn't seem to be doing much either. He bapped the orb,causing it to glow brighter, hurting his eyes slightly. He coughed a bit,clearing his throat. He hadn't used it in forever,what if he sounded weird? What if his voice scared them away?

"...hello? Am...i going crazy? Or....are you really there?"

His voice was a bit scratchy and raspy,and he coughed again after speaking.

"I'm...Vesca..! But...you don't have to call me that..i don't mind..."

he picked up the orb,staring at it..or I guess through it. It's whatever.

"What's your name,mystery orb voice?"

[noncanonsprout]

A sprout variant,deemed inferior to the current one. Locked away in storage for God knows how long,all they have left to cling to are their "memories",times that never existed. For them,this is the reason they live,but the light in their eyes is fading.

vesca sat on the floor in the dark,dingy room,same as they always did. This was normal for him,the same thing he did every day! It got boring at times,but that was ok! His friends would come soon to get him out,and he could do much more exciting things then! It was taking a while,but that was ok,too! Things take time..!

he looked over to the boxes on the shelves,all of them dusty,and old. There was one box he had went through,and it just said "Art" on it. He'd found dried out markers,a couple of dull pencils,and paper in there,and he had been using that nowadays. It was one of the few things in there he could use. He loved to bake still,but drawing was good too! He couldn't wait to show the drawings to others,though! He saw the "art" box rattling,a movement from someone other than him. It scared him,and he backed away as the box toppled over,spilling the contents inside. There was the usual items,but this time,there was a clear orb along with it aswell. He poked the orb,and it glowed in response. It began whispering at him, numerous voices jumbled into one. He stared at the orb,confused. He held it closer to his head,and in-between all the incoherent gibberish,he heard the word "asks". Asks? What was that about? He would just have to wait and find out.