you wander around, alone. It is the dinner floor. You wander into the middle to see them wandering around

it is Cosmo and sprout, fused together, rotting. Sprout’s scarf is wrapped around Cosmo, making it hard to see Cosmo. Them, being a strawberry and roll cake respectively, are rotted, a pungent smell coming off of them. They appear to be holding hands, the hands that are holding each other are cornered in ichor

They turn their head towards you