Slow...sure, but equally dangerous. Sprout, once a friend, now twisted, due to loneliness. He'd spent too long without his best friend...likely he'd been trapped after being separated from his friend. Who knew. He who once protected...now was out to kill. And to make up for his slower speed, he could spawn tendrils to do the work for him while chasing a toon down.

Was he looking for one toon in particular? Maybe. Maybe not. But if he was, that toon was more than likely, none other than his best friend. Yet...even twisted...he still kept his friendship bracelet he and Cosmo had...

His footsteps, which sounded like walking on grass, were heard as the toons descended to the floor from the elevator. He wasn't near yet. But he heard the door open nonetheless, shutting moments after. Time for the hunt.