twisted sprout x distractor reader x twisted cosmo?
bonus points if reader's a little overly cocky and gets Got (maybe we get like. kidnapped or something. whatever you think would fit best in the getting got category [: )
...no this isn't inspired by me doing stupid stuff while distracting and getting punished for it. why would you think that noo /j
[19]: In The End
Not much to say right now. Not in the best mood after something happened, but I still hope you enjoy.
You were known as the chaotic one of the group.
Reckless, mischievous, you name it.
Honestly, no one really knew why you were the distractor, but they just went along with it because who else did they have to distract?
So here you were, skipping your way along the dark halls, your mood completely cheerful despite the disturbing sounds of the monsters chasing you.
The smile on your face was as bright as it would be on a sunny day, strangely enough.
You weren't one to strategize either. The instant you found a speed candy on the floor? Eat it in an instant.
Chocolate bars? Sounds good! Bottles of pop? Sure thing! No saving whatsoever.
You were literally the embodiment of idiotic.
And you liked it.
What was wrong about being stupid? Everyone is, so might as well come to terms with it.
You giggled, rounding the corner and making a U-turn around the twisteds.
Some say you’re confusing. Some say you’re drunk. Some say you’re crazy. (Which you are, but focus!)
You had the most positive,(Yes, even more positive than Poppy) yet deranged look on your situation, is what people said.
You didn’t care if there were monsters chasing you. You didn’t care if you were possibly going to die soon. After all, if you're going to go out, might as well have a little fun while doing so!
No you weren’t suicidal, just…you tried to make the best of your situation.
Was this place causing you to go insane? Probably. Who wouldn’t, after seeing their friends die in front of them one by one?
Ah, you remember now. Vee being mauled by Twisted Pebble, Boxten’s bones being crushed by Twisted Goob’s grip, Astro being killed by…well, Twisted Astro. Or who you like to call, the leech.
Their deaths were so traumatizing, you say with absolutely no emotion whatsoever, like you’re being sarcastic, but you’re not.
What reason would you have to be?
You didn’t really hate anyone here, not Vee or Glisten with their pride, Rodger with his nosiness, or even Shrimpo with his yelling. He had good reason to be bitter.
You heard a screech behind you, a warning. With practiced grace, you twirled around the easily avoidable tendril sprouting up from the floor, not even staining your shoes with the black ichor.
As you skipped on, avoiding a swipe of a smaller black claw, you wondered how the twisteds were even dumber than you, to the point they would just run around in circles after you and not even cut through the middle. They also wouldn’t jump or step over obstacles, nor knock them aside. They reminded you of homing missiles, but worse.
They acted as if a bean bag was a brick wall, and it was funny, yet extremely confusing. It bugged you to the point of insanity.(Not really, you're still sane but you know)
So you entertained the thought that maybe they were all blind. Their eyes were blood-red, so it would make sense that their vision is messed up, but that doesn’t explain how the amalgamation that was once a sweet and loving dog could now see you across half the entire floor, but couldn’t see you over a colorful kids table, despite towering over you.
It didn’t make any sense. It was like every single obstacle ever was an invisible wall for them. And you thought you were dumb…
You hummed, breaking out of your train of thought. Your eyes widened as you came face to face with a wall, smacking straight into it.
You could feel a headache beginning to form as you fell backwards towards the ground, hitting your head on the painfully hard concrete. You could hear the slightest crack and you cried out, immediately curling yourself up and hands shooting up to your head.
It…felt warm. Weirdly warm, and sticky.
Oh.
You already knew what it was.
You pressed down hard on your scalp as the twisteds closed in on you. You’d go out quick, at least.
The only thing you saw before it was all gone was two blurry faces staring down at you, hissing and groaning filling the air.
