#sprout x reader

[sunkent]

All things considered, you and Sprout are not friends.

The two of you appeared around the same time, so of course, you were expected to get along. Except, that was the hardest thing Delilah could’ve possibly asked of you.

Between of the two of you, Sprout popped out a mere four days before you. He takes those few days of age and dangles it above your head like a damn crib mount.

At ten, the most attractive thing you can do is be fast and tall. Sprout Seedly is both, and you are neither. It’s not fair how he stretches each of those days into years just to taunt you, how he gets along with everyone besides you, and most irritably, how he gets away with bossing you around because, it’s his nature to be “overprotective.”

Now you’re both older and he’s still the insufferable prick you know. You would’ve guessed that he owns the place by how often he swings around, only to scrutinize you. Like when you’re in the kitchen, making yourself a lunch. He thinks he’s being sneaky, but your senses say otherwise. Sprout sticks to the walls of the kitchen, keeping his footsteps light. It’s the least he can do, really.

Even with your backs to each other, the tension leaves you rolling your eyes. He lingers much too long, as if he’s intentionally slowing down his movements. In no world does it take fifteen seconds to close the fridge—and that’s with contemplating what to eat.

“(Name),” he calls with a gentle smile, sliding too close for comfort. Just like that, your skin begins to crawl. His gaze falls onto your cutting board and he nearly sneers at the mismatched thickness of the tomatoes, cucumbers, as well as everything else. He’s judging. It’s written all over his face and he doesn’t care. “Let me help,” he adds. It isn’t an offer—no not at all—he needs to take over.

You grumble a “don’t need it,” shifting further away. He takes it as his cue to steal your spot.

“Seems like,” he bumps you over with a little force, “you do.”

You’re about to retaliate when he repositions your entire station closer to his area.

“Sprout!” You thrust your fists to your sides. “Don’t make me get Vee over here, I swear.”

“Doooon’t care,” he sings in your face, drawing out the word to be sure he pisses you off.

“Seedly.”

Sprout pauses momentarily. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued with your stern side. In a second he’s down to your level, knife still, with your expression on his. Eyebrow drawn close, lips pursed together.

“Shorty?” He tilts his head. It takes you a moment to register what he says. That polite tone everyone else knows him for is dead, as if you imagined it.

“Shorty?” You parroted. Hastily, you try to shove him, but he refuses budge. With all the strength your body can muster, you could maybe make him lose his footing.

A grimace creeps on his face as he shifts his back towards you. “Well this shorty right here can’t use a knife properly.” He slyly shoots you a glance.

You ignore the heat that rises to your cheeks to peek over his shoulder. Despite your disruptions, each cut still comes out precise. You can clearly tell which slices of various vegetables were yours from his.

“See that? You could learn a thing or two.” His shoulder goes to shield his smirk from your watchful eyes.

You seize his hood, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Seriously, what’s your problem?”

He looks perplexed, then snickers. “Standing on your tippy toes, are we?”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Flubbed Scripts Aren't Confessions (Sprout x Reader)

thats right! FINALLY! after dragging my feet and forgetting i finally got to writing the continuation of sprouts 7mih ending! so so so sorry for taking so long to get to it, i really did forget for a majority of the time between now and the poll- lots of stuff going on but hopefully this fic is good enough to justify the wait!! i think it also doesnt help that im realizing i dont much care for writing sprout </3 notes: gn toon reader, pre shut down, takes place directly after the game like its the same night, part 1 is here, word count: 3k cws: none

The party was going just about how you'd expect it to as the second round of the game started up for the night, whoever had drawn what item from the sack wasn't all that important to you— they'd go, and they'd return from the holiday gift shop just as you and Sprout had done not even five minutes ago.

Then the next duo would go, then the next… and the next… until everyone who had wanted to give the game a shot had gotten their chance. The fact that so many toons seemed to be waiting and regathering between each round almost shocked you, many faces you weren't expecting to even be interested in something as childish as seven minutes in Heaven lined up by the sack as Dandy lazily dragged his finger across the crowd to pick who drew next; his excitement for the game seemingly died after the first round— the lack of enthusiasm was clear as day as you lingered by the snack table with Sprout by your side. The flower's previous hostility still lingered in the forefront of your mind as you tuned back into whatever words Sprout had been spouting out for the past minute or so.

"…Sorry could you say that again?" the tip of your tongue dragged over your lips, but it did little against the cool dry air of the lobby— unsurprisingly, having a big wide tunnel by the entrance of the establishment didn't exactly do the air any favors during the colder seasons.

You'd suck it up, just as you did every year. You'd simply make sure to keep a tube of chap stick on you at all times… unlike today. You don't think you've actually met anyone who kept chap stick handy— maybe Glisten but he cared a lot about looks… Gigi most definitely had a stick or two—

"I kind of zoned out, sorry—"

You watched as the strawberry headed toon only offered a faint shrug, the motion sending the loose end of his scarf rolling off his shoulder; set to dangle somewhere against his back as he pointed one pink hand towards a cluster of candy haystacks.

"Boxten came by not long after you left, and he put together some butterscotch haystacks to bring down to the party— he said he'd feel bad if he didn't bring something, and well… me and Cosmo were already almost done helping Tisha fix up the kitchen…" He trailed off as his finger dragged— in the air of course— towards a second platter, "and Ginger made some peppermint bark since it's Rudie's favorite."

Nearly every Christmas goodie was the reindeer's favorite, and you commented on that.

It got the main to laugh.

That was nice, you thought.

"You think if we take some classic treat from a different holiday and dressed it up in Christmas colors he'd like it?" You snickered softly, reaching forward to pluck one of the candy haystacks from the plate. Small, broken into bite sized chunks— not as big as you would have personally liked but there was plenty to go around.

Sprout's lips only screwed together, "He might… but I guess a lot of holiday treats follow the same formula, if you really think about it." He trailed off for a moment, allowing for the looped Christmas music to restart it's opening notes in the beat of silence— for a brief moment you wondered if the song could be swapped out for a different tune, and who you'd have to talk to get that done. One of the Holiday mains, perhaps… or maybe you could bring the topic up with Dandy, as much as the thought of talking to him at the moment made your skin crawl in an odd sort of way.

You'd much rather talk to Dyle about that sort of thing at the moment. Not that you could be blamed, not after the sudden shift in behavior from the flower after he had entered the storage room of the gift shop to find you and Sprout so close together. Not once had you ever seen someone flip so quick over nothing.

"Gourdy sometimes asks for those… whatever they're called, the popcorn balls— he asked if he could help, he wanted to see if he could toss in some extra candy into the mix to really make it festive… We could…" the strawberry trailed off a second time before picking himself back up; "I think there's still some candy canes in the kitchen, we could crush those up and see how it goes!"

And Sprout smiled, something that you found yourself returning despite the weight lingering across the back of your shoulders— like a flash of anxious heat thread up across the length of your spine, like someone was staring hard into your back.

"We could also throw in some white chocolate too if it didn't get all used up from the peppermint bark… I don't know if we could get Dyle to squeeze in another shipment so close to the holidays…" You kissed your teeth, butterscotch lingering on the back of your tongue as you fixed your eyes on the assorted treats on the table.

There were the cookies you had made with Cosmo and Sprout earlier that day, as well as all sorts of other goodies; fudge, cupcakes, peanut brittle— kept far away from the other goodies on their own designated table… it seemed a little pointless if that was all the precautions taken to prevent an allergic reaction.

Not that there was anyone here that was allergic to peanuts, as far as you were aware. In fact you don't actually recall any of the toons in Gardenview having anything more than the standard seasonal allergies, only as mild as a runny nose and watery eyes brought in by pollen.

Poor quarantine brought on by muscle memory to accommodate the many guests that came and went into Gardenview, with practices that were sure to bring some sort of lawsuit in the future.

"Even if we can't get it done before the Christmas toons have to go for the year, we'll at least know the recipe works. It'd give us an entire year to perfect it before we surprise them," Sprout's eyes joined yours in it's glide across the table. Bell shaped frosted cookies and swirled pinwheels filled with raspberry jam.

All plates partly picked apart, spots of patterned platters peaking through the gaps of goodies where it had thinned out— even so early on in the night it was so clear there were a few favorites rapidly dwindling from the line up.

Your plate was one of them. The day had been such a blur that you couldn't actually recall what you had made outside of the fact that they were cookies, but whatever flavor was baked into the dough it was clear that it was a crowd pleasure.

That wasn't something you could say the previous year, when you first started baking. Those cookies you could remember— simple chocolate chip cookies, "something simple to get you started," Sprout had said then… just for you to mix up the sugar and salt.

In your defense, you didn't think they'd keep salt in such a massive container. Much less one that looked nearly identical to the sugar canister. Not to mention the well known fact that the two ingredients looked nearly identical…

"You'd think someone would bring something that wasn't something sweet, I think we have more than enough cookies. I'm surprised Yatta hasn't made more of a dent in the table," You mumbled softly as you plucked another butterscotch haystack from the table. Perhaps it wasn't a baked good… far from a cookie or brownie… but you'd have to give Boxten your compliments the next time you saw him.

It was a little silly though… butterscotch always felt more like a fall flavor. More so with the "hay" theme of the treat, but…

"I think I saw her and Squirm go down for the game." Sprout shrugged.

Well that would explain the lack of sugar crazed toon at the table. The space almost felt too quiet without her enthusiasm.

But the mention of the game brought you back to the dread of the look Dandy had given the both of you at the end of your game. He didn't even smile when he greeted you, something so trivial… something so basic, stuck with you like a tick as your teeth rolled the uncooked noodles of the haystack against one another; candy coating already long melted and smeared across the back of your tongue to warp into something itchy and fake.

Sprout must have caught the scrunch of your brow, you hadn't even noticed the way your face shifted but he called it out in an instant.

"What's wrong?" Two words, short but the way his voice dropped under the music only served to deepen the crease— it wasn't like there were any other toons around that could overhear your conversation, everyone else was far more wrapped up in their own conversations and clambering around Dandy as the next round of the game to begin. Whoever was drawn didn't matter to you, not when your back remained fixed towards the gathered crowd. "What's on your mind? You've gone clammy," Sprout pressed when you failed to answer.

Despite the cool air, the back of your neck felt slick against the rolling heat settled between your shoulders.

Someone was definitely staring at you, long before Sprout edged himself into the corner of your vision. A sucked breath, short and half lived, then:

"Did you notice Dandy was acting weird after we… I.. drew your bracelet? He seemed really tense when he came to get us from the closet…" You mumbled, the second piece of butterscotch dropped and left forgotten on it's platter as your hand retracted.

"Didn't he seem off to you?"

He didn't answer you right away.

In place of words, the holiday music carried on. The seed like freckles of Sprout's face stretched along his vaguely curved face as his mouth turned into a frown.

"Not that I think there's anything going on—" You started up again, just to fall quiet once more as Sprout released his lips with a faint pop.

"…Vee did say something, I didn't think she was actually—" the toon hissed, frustrated as he glanced over his shoulder. Dandy was no where to be seen, maybe it was his turn in the gift shop or perhaps he simply wandered off. Out of sight on the other side of the tree in the middle of the lobby, or perhaps he had run off to his shop for something. "I wouldn't worry about it. I doubt he's mad at you,"

Don't worry about it?

How could you not worry about it when Dandy nearly looked like he was about to burst a vessel?

Soured butterscotch stained the inside of your mouth. It was the cheap stuff, the kind of quality that left a waxy feeling against your teeth. It made your tongue squirm between your teeth, worse than it had been.

"It's kind of hard not to worry about it, I mean… not to mention it's even weirder to dismiss it. Actually…." God how you regretted eating the butterscotch. It wasn't the treats fault. It was just nerves. But still— "He looked mad at you, he hardly even looked at me."

In fact Dandy had hardly addressed you at all.

…

"What did Vee say?"

It might have been the bright string lights pulled across the walls of the lobby staining the flesh of Sprout's head, but you swear he grew redder.

His teeth clicked.

"It doesn't matter what Vee said—"

"I can ask her." And in an instant Sprout snapped his head back to stare down at you, eyes so blown out that you might have laughed had the situation been any different. Sprout's mouth remained scrunched before he released his breath. "I could. She's right over there, could walk up to her right now and—"

"Dandy has a crush on you."

Oh.

Oh…

OH.

Both you and Sprout simply stared at each other for a moment. To his credit the short clipped sentence was enough to suddenly knock everything into place. The nickname Dandy had started to call you over the past few months, the way the flower seemed to linger when you weren't assigned any activity to tend to during Gardenview's visiting hours— how he'd still sometimes sneak into your plans to try to "help". It'd explain why Dandy had suddenly become so hostile… kind of… only partly.

"So… He's mad at you, because…?" You started.

But you were already brewing your own theories. You weren't stupid. Not some idiot who needed to be hand held through everything despite the extended moment of stewing over "whoa hey Dandy looks upset" between leaving the holiday shop's storage room and now— in hindsight it couldn't have been longer than half an hour— despite needing a little push you didn't need to be spoon fed about why Dandy's teeth seemed to have grit a certain way when he saw Sprout's beaded bracelet get pulled from the sack. Whether or not he'd wear the same expression if you had tugged out any other trinket…

Maybe you wanted Sprout to say it himself, even as you were drawing your own conclusions. Dandy and Sprout may have not been the closest of friends, but they weren't enemies as far as you were aware.

He hesitated.

His mouth opened to speak but no real sound came out. Not once did you ever think you'd see Sprout of all toons be rendered speechless.

So you took the leap, because he sure as hell didn't look like he was going to.

"You like Dandy, don't you?"

Whatever choked panic was brewing behind Sprout's eyes immediately died the moment the words left your mouth. The strawberry's brow went so rigid he looked angry— he wasn't. You don't think he was. Shocked more than anything that you had clocked his secret so easily.

"What—"

"Or… no.. wait.." You mumbled. "No… That doesn't.." You trailed off.

"Why would he be mad at me for having a crush on him?"

In truth you couldn't really muster a proper answer.

Maybe you were stupid. You weren't exactly the brightest toon around. Not the dumbest, but you weren't exactly disproving that.

"I panicked…"

It was hard to be grateful for the Christmas music as it carried on. Trumpets hardly did anything to soothe the sickly lump in your throat as the main toon continued to simply stare at you.

The entire thing felt like a badly paced episode that had no idea what it was doing. Something so rushed out to meet some expectation that everything just, fell apart… that's definitely how your insides were feeling at the moment as you stood under Sprout's stare. A bad script was one thing. A live interaction was another, and you completely botched it— even if you'd probably laugh about it later once the knee jerk desire to hide away in shame settled and faded. Weeks down the line, or maybe months.

Maybe never.

Perhaps it was a mercy that you didn't seek Vee out for your answers. If she'd let you live such a flub down…

"Dandy thinks you like me… is what I meant to say," You lied right through your teeth but he'd never know— surely he'd never have you figured out so easily. That's what you thought, as your teeth rolled and clicked together. When it was said like that it made so much more sense. Unwarranted possessiveness— Jealousy. A tale as old as time. Dandy was simply the last toon you'd believe to fall to the trope. But it was happening, and you had to deal with it.

Or maybe you didn't.

"Of course, that'd be silly." You said, with a final click of your teeth.

You and Sprout were far from best friends— that title belonged to Cosmo. It'd feel too out of left field if—

"Would it though?"

The words rolled so smoothly off of his tongue that you almost mistook it for another slur of the notes drifting through the air. You could have been forgiven for believing that— you liked to think that as your practically burned a hole into his forehead.

That's right.

Sprout never said he didn't like you during the game. Directly that he didn't mind spending time with you, and indirectly on what kind of like he had meant.

Once more swiping your tongue over your lips did little to wet them against the cold air.

If Sprout looked ripe, then you looked absolutely ready to be picked.

"I guess it wouldn't be."

That was that, wasn't it? Did this count as a confession? Or was it simply another friendly reassurance to further your own confusion and to stroke your theories? You never took Sprout to be the type to dance around something like this, not unless… no, he still didn't strike you as the type to keep someone strung up under the hope that something would happen.

But it wasn't a rejection.

Wasn't a proper confession.

So you made your move.

"Well then I guess it's a good thing that I don't not like you then?" It sounded more like a question than anything confident, like you were asking him for a clarification on a recipe you didn't fully understand than a one on one conversation. "It's a bit silly, I mean we were just playing the romance game. I think the only thing more upfront is spin the bottle—" hushed, like Dandy could overhear and get an idea.

Quiet.

Sprout was quieter than usual.

"I do like you. Enjoy your company." Sprout finally spoke up.

He liked it well enough. Liked it enough to let the conversation die down, inconclusive. Rushed. It left a sort of itch under your nails. There was more. There had to be more.

You may not have been Sprout's best friend.

But you knew him well enough that once he dropped something there was little you could do to respark the conversation.

Besides, Sprout never struck you as the type to confess during these conditions. Not spontaneously. Not with a crowd. Never something thought out.

[eepy-toons]

No matter what run I am at, Sprout loves to appear than Vee,..

[sunkent]

Sorry for not following up with anything from this post 😢 I’m working on it again and have a few polls to run

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𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭

𝖧𝖾'𝖽 𝖻𝖾 𝗅𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖨𝗍 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝗑 𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒. (𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖲𝗈 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽.)

𝖳𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝗀𝗈 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖠𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍.

𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗁, 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾! 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎

𝖮𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗂𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗎𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗂𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗌𝖾.

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐲

𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆? 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾!

𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝗊𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇--𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍... 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 ;;

𝖲𝗈 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽

𝖠𝗍 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍'𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇... 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗃𝗈𝖻 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍... 𝖠𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆?

𝖶𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗉𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗋𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 ;;

𝖢𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋.

𝐕𝐞𝐞

𝖠𝖻𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝗌𝗈𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝖾𝖽.

𝖬𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖽𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 "𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾" (𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗈𝖿) 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾! 𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗑𝖼𝗂𝗍𝖾𝖽.

𝖦𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝖺𝖼𝗍, 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖽𝖺𝗒. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗁𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽.

𝖡𝗎𝗍𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖲𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀.

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「 “𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶,” 」

「 “𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 」

[.ᐣ] 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘗𝘋𝘈 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦? 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵?

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬: 𝗌𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗍 , 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖾𝗒 , 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗍 , 𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈 (𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾) 𝗑 𝗀𝗇!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝖲𝖥𝖶 , 𝗉𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 , 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 , 𝗁𝖼𝗌

𝐚/𝐧: 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖣𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒𝗌, 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 (´∀｀；)

𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐭 𓍢ִ໋🍓

𝖨'𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗇.

𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍, 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝖽 𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗍𝖾.

𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗅--𝖺𝗅𝗆𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖯𝖣𝖠 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾 𝖺𝗍, 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗌𝗂𝖻𝗅𝖾.

𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽, 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖿𝗎𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗄𝖾𝗍 <𝟥

𝖨𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽-𝖻𝗒𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾.

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐲 𓍢ִ໋🎈

𝖧𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈𝗈 𝖻𝗈𝗒. 𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.

𝖨𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒'𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖢𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗍'𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗌.

𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 "𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌," 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖯𝖣𝖠.

𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾, 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾!

𝖠𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖿𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗌𝗄. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. (𝖵𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎)

𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗋𝗒𝗒𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗇𝗃𝗎𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐭 𓍢ִ໋🪶

𝖫𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖯𝖣𝖠 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖯𝗎𝖻𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀.

𝖧𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗄.

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇--𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋.

𝖣𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗌.

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌, 𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗄.

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨 𓍢ִ໋🌒

𝖭𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍.

𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝖨 𝖽𝗈 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒.

𝖧𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗒, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝖿 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎?

𝖧𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗎𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗀𝗈!! 𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋!! 𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗎𝗉 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾.

𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗎𝗉. 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋, 𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇. (𝖲𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗋𝗍: 𝗂𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌)

[sunkent]

Teaser for my possible fic idea 👀

In the cold chambers of the lab, sunlight rarely breaches in. That is how he likes it. The founder of this place can be quite whelming at first, though all who actually meet him with a hypothesis based on his height are quickly shut down. For all he has done, yet many still judge him for his looks rather than his achievements. It’s a shame. Little do newcomers know that scattered around each room are various experiments: some left to rot, some unfinished, and one who lurks the laboratory when everyone’s away.

As the lone boss, Cosmo thoroughly believes he can handle everything himself. Ever since he was conscious, each decision was one to prove that he is independent. No one would look down on him, because no one could. He will spend days, weeks inside his bone-chilling facility with no one to worry about him. His greatest and newest work is what he calls “Frankenstein.” A sharp record is taken regularly, hastily dated with overly enthusiastic scribbles by his research. He is elated—until the Frankenstein developed a habit that not even he can contain.

Once Cosmo’s attention wanders off, so does he. Somehow, that large specimen has learned to escape his cells as he pleases. Cosmo notes he is lucky there is no drive beneath the former’s flesh. Otherwise his research would have to come to a full halt.

Never in a million years will Cosmo stoop down to hire other souls to watch over his experiment. Which is why he only hires one.

He finds you endearing, almost. You’re so clueless, he wonders how you got this far without losing your head. However, you’re smart in that you don’t ask too many questions. Perhaps that’s why you’re left in the dark. Its perfect. He doesn’t want anyone who will pry into his work, just someone who does as he says. Better, he gets to lie to your face.

[whobesimpingthistimearound]

☆☆☆Main breakup / Rejection headcanons ☆☆☆

Warnings: idk rejection and angst.. Nothing to crazy but just sorta angsty

Dandy

☆ Okay so if you managed to bag all of that it would take a long-long time to develop that relationship- now to break it. It is like the same process.. but in reverse. His growing love for you isn't crushed with a mallet like how his heart was..

☆ Saying it now- he is still very.. eerily nice. Though don't be fooled he's probably right now loathing in pity in the elevator shop as you do machines- the more the break up carries out the slower he starts to get petty.

☆ Like making Dandy fall head over heels- it's a double edged sword where on both sides Dandy still cares for your opinion or attention. Before when dating him you had the higher chances of getting his twisted if you didn't buy from him, that or just to see you… Now make that on almost every floor. Rodger's dream.

○ You were silent as the elevator door creaked open, they first thing in view is a massive twisted- Dandy. He was just sitting there.. Like a goddamn roadblock.. Sir.. MOVE.

☆ At this point the twisted won't aggro onto you mostly since it is only Dandy up your ass all floor the entire damn time. Bro is following you around like a stray.. Just a giant one. He doesn't kill you or force you to stay with him since you'll see him either next floor or the one after that.

☆ Buddy will pull anything out of his ass to be up yours! Picking you up in mouth, laying on you - more like fit his entire body on yours, he can't touch the ground! So he basically plays the floor is lava and uses you as a ridiculous stepping stool. He doesn't lick your face like he used to during the whole dating phase- because no, that was too desperate! Bro. Let's say laying on the ex that divorced him is and doesn't come off any less desperate.

☆ This asshole. Oh this fuck. Ever. Single. Item. He really has become the next Gigi. Running at a damn Extraction Speed Candy as if it were to be the end of the world.. Listen, his hoarding tendency of tapes, medical supply, and more- was at minimum. But this. This is war.

○ You would have to bealine it for the damn gumballs during Dandy hoarding everything. Running your little legs as Dandy started to pick up pace. Ah.. So he could chase at a faster pace than a basic speed walk. When it was actually meaningful-

☆ If you- by some miracle make it back to the elevator just to watch Dandy's shop be exactly what he hoarded from you- just redistribute it with a price.

☆ let's say one would be down to make a bitch cry.

○ “-It's coincidence” The flower toon spoke, coincidence your ass. You are staring him down and he doesn't know if he should really continue pushing before you actually give him the cold shoulder.

○ “I-” you shut yourself up, if you give in to his nagging he will surely drag it out and or bring it up later. “Use your words sweetheart-” yeah no you will cut him out of your life sooner than later.

{ Rejection Route }

☆ Dandy had been catching feelings, it was hard to deny that to himself now when the love inside him started to eat bits of his heart out, so before the pain of only being a friend got to unbearable.

☆ At this moment he was determined to tell you how he felt, he was open with you more now that Astro saw him less and less. Leading to you being his fallback or knight in no armour to run to for comfort.

○ With a heavy heart from both love and sending you a note to meet him under the lobby tree at night for none to see- he breathes leaving him more and more as the chill of the empty lobby hits his petals causing them to curl in, he didn't bring any chocolates or flowers. He didn't see a reason to sway your opinion in the moment, all of the gift stuff could wait.

○ That or push you away with many chocolates and or come off desperate or what if your allergic to- okay maybe he should take a breather he's over thinking it a bit to much.

○ When you did arrive he may have splurged his feelings out for you.. you sorta looked at him in a daze- more of shock and worry.. “Dandy I- can't.” “...” He genuinely didn't know how to respond. He was almost confused, did he do something? Were you just uninterested in him? That was fine if you were- “Dandy, I do want to love you. Truly, however- you tend to run and go from thing to thing..” He did tend to be unorganized with his.. emotions, and instead of trying to really fix it he came to you.. “- and one day that will eventually be me.” like Astro, you couldn't take it anymore.

☆ You and Dandy did sorta- okay beating around the bush aside- you and him did fall apart. He still wanted to talk to you, but instead it would be you initiating it and not him. He made sure that his demeanor still had that perfect poster boy charm he had back then. He would greet you, don't color him unmannered- but any further conversation is and will have to be initiated by you.

☆ When his twisted appears which is rare as uncommon or rare now and not every floor: he just sorta stalks you, watching from a distance as you carry on with whatever you were doing. It wasn't entirely creepy.. He was just watching your life from the sidelines whether twisted or not. He still likes you, eventually you would come to terms with it after he betters himself..

Astro

☆ It was complicated for Astro when you told him that you and him were no more, he didn't beg, he didn't cry, just accepted it. He wouldn't pull a Dandy on you where you had to be near him almost 24/7. If anything he starts to isolate himself.

☆ Dandy will occasionally check in on him, not completely pestering a confession out of him but more try to figure out what the fuck happened. When you broke it off with Astro it was in a private area so no toon heard it.

○ “Astro- I.. just can't anymore.. I'm sorry.. I really am.. But this- We- can't work anymore. Maybe if it were back to before the well- everything, when it was all simple. It's just.. us. We aren't ready to have that connection.. Not yet at least.” You claimed, holding his upper pair of hands as he pulled you into a hug. He didn't beg. He didn't cry. He accepted it. “If so.. just this once for the last time?” he asked, hand and hand. Grip firm but gentle, he opened up his blanket to let you hug him. Your head on his shoulder as you shifted your weight so you leaned gently against him.

☆ Astro wouldn't participate in many runs anymore, it was now a rare sight to see him now and then. Though to make up for it he would visit your dreams from time to time. Not as Astro, but in the distance as a faceless figure.

○ You woke up groggily, was that Astro? You tried to recount the timeline of events in the dream.. A silhouette in the distance in the very shape of the moon toon, when you looked to see Astro's face more clearly - no crescent moon, just a void black as the bottom of the sea. His star eyes piercing your soul by the way the cold spiked straight through your being.

☆ This wasn’t a first, Astro presented himself in many ways in your dream.. A basking light, a stranger, in a field outside of Gardenview- the rare dreams you wished about seeing the outside world..

☆ boy howdy that sure would be something.. To be free from the shackles of this place. With your friends, new unbound freedom, and Astro.

{Rejection Route}

☆ There is little to say, he doesn't try to persuade you or degrade you for rejection. Just there.. He does check in on you though- it was his duty to at the least make sure you and the others were well in and out of sleep.

☆ He was about the same before and after, just doesn't talk about it or want to bring it up. Overall, he respects your opinion and space.

Sprout

☆ This may be a little hard, not Dandy hard but uhmm.. Kinda taking the 2nd rank here- He doesn't take it well. Especially if you were a toon like Cosmo: made for him as his best friend. That or partner since we are in the breakup headcanons right now.

☆ Sprout at any time making eye contact with you, you thought he was about to straight up twist by how red his eyes were.. you could tell he was putting on some sort of mask when he faced you. He couldn't be seen crying his eyes out at his ex..

○ “Sprout?” oh boy were you about to regret basic toon interaction? Oh please no. “Y-yeah?” there was a small puny voice cracked in his voice. Oh shit. Sprout didn't seem to on his game by how close Cosmo stood right clean next to him.

☆ You and Cosmo were still technically friends, communicating through him to some degree before Sprout could properly look you in the eye again. At least without water works that is…

○ “Sprout hopes you're having a nice day..” Cosmo spouted quietly as it was only meant for your ears to hear only. “Tell him I hope his day is better today and everyday.. ” you reply. If anything you were happy there was no bad blood between you and him.

○ And yes Sprout kicked his feet a bit like a school girl- he rather talk to you and all that then cut all ties and never talk again.

○ “Hey- uhm good afternoon..” Sprout spoke up first, the small tension in the room sublingual and fanning out a bit. “Hey.. How are you?” you ask, if anything you hoped you wouldn't trigger a crying fit.. It was almost worse then Squirms- Just quieter and viciously prolonged. It quite literally took days for Sprout to step foot out of his room.

☆ over time though he did kinda go back to normal, which both parties were thankful for.. maybe you would possibly be able to recover that relationship if you wanted.. Maybe be careful though.. Sprout was already obsessive even without being a yandare- he isn't likely to kidnap you or poison- just submissive and puts aside his own needs for your benefit way more than he used to..

{Rejection Route}

☆ “Sprout.. You're lovely, it's true.. I'd be lying if I said you weren't- but we can't..” “Why? May I ask-” “I- Just.. You can be way past the line of too overprotective.. heck you're already like that with me and Cosmo.. I mean- I get that-” Okay you were not going there with how Cosmo was made to be specifically best friends with Sprout.. “- you're meant to be the one who protects us all and heals us when needed.. Which we all appreciate but you also need to help yourself.. You can't always be our crutch because you yourself don't have one because you're a main character.” It was generally looked at that the mains turned into the providers during the shutdown, meaning that they were pushed to be way more independent than necessary. It was hard for Sprout to ask for help- which left him open.

○ If you had to classify all of Sprouts bad habits or flaws then you'd have a list…

Overprotective- again if you were created to be his partner YOU WILL BE AT CONSTANT HIP TO HIP WITH HIM. With this main factor comes more-

○ You were almost put off by how fast Sprout changed, you knew him.. He never got so angry so quickly- you never pried on how his fallout with the others went- especially about Dandy.. But was it normally this bad?.. That and how he became just.. naturally ‘rude’? Like how a toon asks if he and them were considerably friends- or how Teagen invites them to tea parties.. He just shuts them down, you know he doesn't mean to be rude about it.. He wasn't Brusha or Shrimpo but there could be times where he could hurt another toon's feelings..

Validation - he is like Bassie.. but worse.

○ “Do you think if I -” “Will you test this new recipe that me and Cosmo made-” “Hey do you think I am-” “Am I a good friend? Like I try to be there for oth-”

Sets aside his own needs or emotions-

“Sprout- you don't look so good, are you okay?” “y-YEAh- Completely, dunno whatcha mean-” “You were half asleep-” There were many times he was like this.. It was hard to watch him run himself into the ground..

Controlling-

Okay you knew he didn't mean to- but fearing for your health and hyperfixating on it so much it put off even Cosmo half the time.. Like he was probably a hop and skip away from performing bloodwork on you to keep the ichor clean so you would have 0% to twist- thats if he was a certified professional and if Dyle or Dandy let them into the labs or human medical center somewhere located behind the doors on some floors- those were there so staff wouldn't need to leave work on hours.. ha.. but yes Sprout is and can be worse.

☆ Since he had no love via relationship and kissing and all that he ain't tearing up for shit.. Why cry over spoiled milk? Unless that was the last milk you'll have maybe in I dunno- EVER? HA.

○ Okay this is where Sprout meets Dandy at his game. You and him have no bad blood. You see him less and less but why does his smile and tone almost feel familiar to Dandy- happy tone, sweet smile, a bit close..

He took your advice.

He buttered some relationships and mended some..

Hell he even managed to make some of the others on his side besides Cosmo!

He stopped needing your validation.. or any toon's for that matter!

If Connie is creeped out whateves’

If Scraps wants to use ketchup OR mustard for her art that is A - O - kay-...

☆ He's turned over a whole NEW leaf.

Vee

☆ Okay lets get one thing clear, Vee- like Sprout- can also make other toons feel like shit. The thing that tears her apart from Sprout is the fact she holds long time grudges like the one with Scraps- which was something as little as winning the gameshow.

○ “Vee..” “yes?” “Can we talk?”

☆ It was.. something.. Not clean nor messy. “So your leaven’ me just like that..” Vee spoke, and all because of her being a little ‘too harsh’.. You were JUST now correcting her while shit was hitting the fan? Not before like maybe a month into the relationship? But nooooooooo.. RIGHT AFTER GARDENVIEW CLOSES.

○ This is the one character that has a weird personal grudge against you- kinda the only one so far that hates you and blames you a bit.. She isn't exactly the new Brusha, but she is a bit more colder and detached.

☆ No way are you and Vee getting back together. She will not be hurt again.

Fool her once, shame on you. Fool her twice, shame on her.

Man was she a fool for giving love and attachment a try.

{Rejection Route} (?)

☆ Both you and Vee were on her floor together just discussing whatever, bouncing from topic to topic. No crazy details, just enough said by context clues and body language. That was until she steers it into a subtly romantic category. Not a first.

○ “What if dated- like fake dated I mean-” Vee spoke, her voice forcing a nonchalant feel to it as her voice had a small skip in it- the second part trying to cover it up as a facade. As if fake dating was meant to be the ask and not a partnership. “Now Vee- don't advertise the thought. And don’t make jokes about that.” you reply. Turned away from the tech toon so you wouldn't see the way her face scrunched as she saw the bug in her ask. Fake dated- She could've come up with something better!

☆ She knew you didn't mean it- you thought she was messing with you- Not the first time and surely not the last, but this time.. Not on the topic of romance. If she were going to confess again she would have to be forward and not try to save it with the announcement as ‘fake dating’.

☆ Glisten and Brightney start to do those whole dating tests and such with Vee, which is just a stress test of Vee's on the spot improvising skills.

Shelly

☆ To find someone who actually prioritized her and her dinosaur facts- was hard. So her being broken up with is harder. She isn't like a clingy mess the mischaracterizations put her out to be- she takes it as well as she could- only for the tsunami of emotions to hit her like a tidal wave.

☆ She stays in her room for long periods of time- like Astro isolates herself from just you, if you need anything or want anything just ask!- She's doing fine! Yeah.. Tisha is the one to comfort her during these times, that or Sprout and Cosmo. Tisha just.. looks at you but says nothing on the notion. But Sprout or Cosmo kinda ask you if you are fine after the breakup as well. It's not a situation where everyone hates your guts- no never! Shelly would never orchestrate any of that!

○ “So hey, are you uh- doing good and everything?” Sprout asked, he knew why and everything just not how to ask if a toon is fine and dandy- no pun intended. “Uh yeah? You?” you reply, obviously confused about the interaction. “Good! Just checking. Though if you need anything just come to me.” He replied back.

☆ There were maybe a few times you'd hear from Shelly..

Then she went somewhere- no toon knew where. All Tisha knew was that Shelly needed some more space and such..

{Rejection Route}

☆ Not much to say here, Shelly is about the same but less. Since she never had that whole step further into the whole relationship she is less sad but tries to keep up emotionally- kinda pushing that feeling to the side and not let you see that it had a small effect on her.

☆ Talks a little less when in a room alone with you, kinda can't help but have her mind just go back to being rejected.. She honestly didn't know why you rejected her.. you never told her or gave any explanation- just shot her down like you would do any toon else.. Wait.. was it just her who got rejected? Wait- were you with a toon and she never knew so- holy heck if she did! Oh she would've come off so- ugh! Is that why you would keep your distance?

☆ Girl starts to conceptionalize everything she knows of you and such- what if’s and could be’s started to connect dots that weren't even there! She starts to overthink everything- were you even friends with her? Did you just have her around?

Girlie is spiraling SO hard it's not funny..

Dyle

☆ Close to Astro he doesn't fuss or try to persuade you on the subject, he knew it would happen eventually as much as he never really wanted his mind to wander off to those considerations.. Just a simple nod and good luck partings.

☆ As a twisted he didn't really try to attack you, he picked up on your scent immediately- he did go to you at first, his memory is slowly catching up with him with each encounter.

○ You would feel the way Dyle nudged you ever so slightly like he was accepting comfort that he much needed, not caring at the slightest touch of discomfort he felt- though it could be argued that his twisting is what has him in such agony.

☆ He slowly realizes through the fog in his brain that you and him did break up, as sad as it was to recount it- he really didn't know how to take it. The second you were on the floor you couldn't tell if he was mad at you or not or just minding his own business.

○ You would notice the way the twisted kept more distance, tail curling around his base ever so slightly as he buried his head in his arms.. You never saw a twisted do that- well there was Twisted Goob - which hugged himself when he lost sight of toons.. Just never thought seeing Dyle do something of the similar nature.

☆ You started to bring him candies and or protein bars to eat, do twisteds get hungry? Though when you do pass by him in his shop you do notice him sort of just- sit there blanked out.

☆ He is probably the most like.. closest to you out of some not gonna lie. From both Astro and Sprout he is still your best friend, and yes there is some small tension but if anything Dyle is happy y'all didn't just break up and never talk again because that was maybe the second worst thing he could come up with besides you dying or twisting- which was mostly the same thing to some degrees.

{Rejection Route}

☆ When he came out to liking you, he half expected to be shut down so it wasn't a real surprise when you did state that you didn't harbor the same feeling he did. Like Astro there isn't really a crazy amount to say about him.

☆ Again like in the breakup headcanons Dyle is still your best friend, still tension, the only thing that changes mostly is his twisted interaction(s).

☆ Like in the breakup headcanons he noticed you immediately via scent, (stronger if your a food based toon or have a costume that is food based ex: Neapolitan Ice Cream skin for Goob..) so there is no way your getting past him without him at least knowing of your presence somewhere near or far beyond on the edge of the floor on the almost skipped over areas.

☆☆☆Warning I assume for some one-sided love, one-sided affection, Dyle drank Dandy's desperate delulu sauce.☆☆☆

Idk for the delulu Dyle enjoyers..

Eat up.

《Perfect timing》

○ In Dyle's mind which is in shambles to some degree- still tries to be your best friend. And which could lead to two routes 1: Double down on the rejection - yell at the massive twisted to piss off and such for him to regress back to curling into a ball. Or route 2: Accept such friendship and let that flower bloom causing Dyle to relapse into love. Which- as a twisted, he isn't thinking clearly so he sees the whole thing as a competition. More parallel to animals and how they try to impress the other? Yeah.. that.

☆ So it's either A. Refuse him while you have the chance. Or B… If you're really into the whole thing of one-sided, possessive, and overall clingy.. I guess you're at the right place?

○ Overall takes place after he remembered he was rejected or broken up with- which also have two routes = same ending. In which he remembered you and him breaking up but since you still keep him close and such he takes it as a way to still be close with you. That and the main reason for the breakup was the fear that surrounded twisting and watching the other twist or figure out the other twisted..

☆ Since Dyle was technically the same - in his mind at least - he saw it as a revolutionary thing where you and him could date now that he was twisted. He doesn't kill you and harvest your ichor or whatever twisteds do to toon after death and before twisting, he can protect you.. The hard part is over. The bump in the road to the lovers zone has been fixed, all you two had to do was make it work..

○ Now Dyle has never been in a relationship, he always was.. interested in the topic, but otherwise paid no mind to it. So feeling as if the biggest curveball comes by and happens to only pass is a feeling.. He is free to pursue a relationship free of any real consequence.. Like yeah, you could twist- but you and him have each other!

☆ Imagine being condemned to a set of rules your whole life, to be so free but be held back by the feeling of missing out.. To be able to be selfish for once with the coming of a love that even he never saw. In a way you were what he looked forward to. Day and night! To wake up and know it was you who'd greet him then to repeat the next morning..

But now?...

That could be every waking moment..

Together again for the rest of your lives!

No twisting or twisted in the way of it.

Not when you have love.

Anything was possible..

○ Now with Dyle twisting there was a whole ball feild.. He. Doesn't. Leave. You. Alone.

☆ Past floor 40 and have only his card, which reappeared over twenty damn times? Well fuck. If you didn't straggle Dandy by the neck being like ‘end this run, end this run, end this run’ you my friend are fucked.

○ You see- he knows when you're on his floor, and if it isn't you- well that toon had a good life. OH AS WE'RE ON THAT NOTE- like a cat he gives you gifts. Specific gifts.. Gifts he acquired while ‘hunting’ and yeah..

○ Yeah it was the.. uhm.. Well, I guess not all snakes eat their food whole cause.. uhm.. That is some abstract art made of food- Dyle has any toon or twisted told you not to play with your food?... That is more of Dandy's thing. Like yeah, nice to think of you but.. You aren't well… uhm.. twisted. You don't need to eat ichor for nourishment.. So Dyle you can just.. Keep it.

○ Other than that he literally chases you down, even if you hide in a spot where his ass can't fit HE HAS PATIENCE. He had to be patient for years so he is like- able to just sit there.. The only reason he doesn't obliterate the hiding spot is because he could hurt you badly..

So yeah pray you never get Dyle card floor 9 or go on any Dyle runs.

A/N : Second time on this comedian stage- wow people really liked the Dyle headcanons- Jesus I didn't think I'd get that much likes.. At most like I thought I would get 10 or so- But I'm happy many people liked the in depth Dyle hc..

Also next fanfic-

Who wants-

Dandy x reader (aiming for 10k words or so)

Dyle x reader (like previous 9k)

Shelly x reader (Longest to write ever for what I have planned for her)

Idk Request sm - maybe 2k -4k mini fic to munch on in due time.

Just here for results.

Voting ended onMar 22