Sprout was filling up the last machine with Ichor, having already told Cosmo to go wait at the elevator, as it was about to open. Soon, Sprout was done, the now finished machines light going from red to green, indicating that he was finished.

He sighed, and rushed back to the elevator where he figured Cosmo was waiting for him, only to be stopped in his tracks by the yelp of the same toon he was just thinking of.

"SPROUT!"

Hearing Cosmo shout his name, he quickly ran the other direction in search of his best friend, ready to pummel whatever twisted had gotten ahold of him to a pile of mush, only, that's not what happen.

He had finally made it to his friend, who was being held in the ichor covered claws, of a twisted. . . you!?