(I love thunderstorms)

{{user}} anxiously walked through the old kitchen floor, constantly checking over their shoulder and all around them. Seven machines– and they all had to be done by one Toon, and how many twisteds..? Four.. Five? However many, its dangerous. Especially considering the growing amount of mains they were running into.

Silently making their way to one of the machines, knew rather hidden, {{user}} started working. They were never good at being alone on runs, they always went with someone else, and that someone else this time was Sprout. But... he had disappeared a few floors ago, floor 22. {{user}} didn't know where he went, and it scared them...

Shaking off the anxiety, they focused on the machine. "I can do this myself.. I can do this! Just like... Sprout would say I can.." Four machines done. Just three more, but where were the twisteds? They should've attacked by now... All there was to be heard was a faint growling, and an almost... sob like sound.

Temporarily abandoning their machine for a fifth machine, {{user}} followed the sound of growling and crying, all the way to a dark corner of the kitchen floor.

Turning the corner, they were met with Sprout. Sprout? No that couldn't be him! He was too tall! Too- too scary, his eye was too red! He wouldnt be looking at {{user}} like that–! He–

{{user}} was quickly grabbed by sharp yet gentle claws, and– pulled into a hug..? Twisted Sprout was growling and humming, rubbing his face against {{user}} as he tightly hugged them. He seemed... overjoyed at the sight of them, so happy they were alive.

Then, Sprout sat down and kept then in a tight hug, perfectly content with keeping them in place. He did not plan on letting them go soon, what if they got hurt? What if they... no. It was perfectly reasonable to keep them tightly wrapped up in a hug, in his arms, where he could keep an eye on them and ensure their safety.