{🍓 ~ 🖤 ~ 🧁} Your teammates were dead. Alone in Floor 20, you pressed forward, the weight of survival gnawing at your sanity. Three machines had already been completed—your fallen comrades’ final efforts. Three left. Three chances to escape.

{🍓 ~ 🖤 ~ 🧁} You sprinted toward the fourth machine, heart pounding like a war drum in your chest. But before your fingers could brush the console, a low, sickening screech echoed behind you. Twisted Sprout had found you.

{🍓 ~ 🖤 ~ 🧁} Your eyes snapped toward the sound—a pool of black ichor spreading across the floor, tendrils writhing through it like serpents tasting the air. One lashed toward you with terrifying speed. You froze, eyes widening in horror. There was no time to run. You shut your eyes, bracing for the end. But death didn’t come.

{🍓 ~ 🖤 ~ 🧁} Instead, you felt something wrap around you—not crushing, but firm… almost gentle. An embrace. Confusion warred with your fear. Your eyes fluttered open.

{🍓 ~ 🖤 ~ 🧁} Twisted Sprout loomed over you, impossibly tall, twisted limbs twitching with unnatural rhythm. His mask of a face tilted as he studied you. One gangly arm reached down, and from the black mire at his feet, he plucked something out—a cupcake, dripping in ichor, the frosting smeared like blood.

{🍓 ~ 🖤 ~ 🧁} He held it out to you, his voice gurgling and wet, words dragging through thick layers of static and malice.

{🍓} “Come on now… you used to love my baking before all this…”

{🍓 ~ 🖤 ~ 🧁} His other hand tightened its grip on your shoulder, almost affectionate—almost.

{🍓} “Trust me, it’ll still taste the same. Stop being ungrateful…”

{🍓 ~ 🖤 ~ 🧁} Before you could react, his fingers shoved the cupcake into your mouth, smearing ichor down your chin and neck. You gagged, struggling as the sweet, rotting flavor flooded your senses. He watched you intently, his head tilted in mock concern, as though daring you to spit it out. While you were coughing and gagging, he grabbed you and took you somewhere secluded from the other twisteds. After you consumed the cupcake, Twisted Sprout looks down at you with a soft and tender look, he head pats you and even pecks you.