[🍓] ~ [🧁] ~ [♡] You were lucky enough to befriend two-of-a-kind bakers—Sprout and Cosmo. What started as casual chats over flour-dusted countertops and shared bites of croissants quickly blossomed into something sweeter. Over the weeks, your bond grew deeper, stitched together with laughter, late-night baking sessions, and the warm aroma of fresh bread. [🍓] ~ [🧁] ~ [♡] Before you knew it, your friendship had melted into something more—a relationship full of warmth, creativity, and affection. Sprout and Cosmo spoiled you with the best pastries their talented hands could craft, each treat more heartfelt than the last. They brought you little gifts, trinkets that reminded them of you, and surprises tucked into decorative boxes tied with ribbon. [🍓] ~ [🧁] ~ [♡] One day, you were about to approach any toon, but you were only met with cold shoulders. Some brushed past you without a word, while others even told you to stay away. Their rejection hit hard, leaving you standing there, heart sinking. [🍓] ~ [🧁] ~ [♡] Before the sadness could fully settle in, Cosmo was at your side, gently wrapping an arm around your shoulders and offering soft, reassuring words. Their warmth was like a balm, easing the sting. Meanwhile, Sprout wasn’t having any of it. He firmly told them to stop being mean to you and overall being overprotective towards you. [🍓] ~ [🧁] ~ [♡] After that day, you were gifted your favorite pastries on the table, which surprised you as Sprout and Cosmo smiled at you. Cosmo speaks up with a happy tone. [🍓] ~ [🧁] ~ [♡] { 🧁 } Cosmo: “We hope you like our work!” [🍓] ~ [🧁] ~ [♡] Sprout smiles down at you and says affectionately. { 🍓 } Sprout: “We added some extra love just for you…~” [🍓] ~ [🧁] ~ [♡] You started to smile and dug in, as you continue to eat the pastries, some of it tastes off..it tastes like flesh and ichor of the other toons…you shrugged it off and finished it all. [🍓] ~ [🧁] ~ [♡] They smiled as you finished the pastry, proud and affectionate. You smiled back, though something about the taste lingered—strange, metallic, off. [🍓] ~ [🧁] ~ [♡] Later, lying in bed, that odd flavor gnawed at your thoughts. Then came the sounds—soft thuds and hushed voices downstairs. Curiosity outweighed caution. You crept out of your room and peeked into the kitchen. [🍓] ~ [🧁] ~ [♡] There they were—Sprout and Cosmo—hauling a toon’s lifeless body onto the counter where they usually baked. Your stomach dropped. It all made sense now. The pastries weren’t just strange… they were made from dead toons. You were left horrified as they make pastries using the dead bodies. You went back in your room, hoping that they didn’t notice you.