((ok, you guys like the fat sprout, alright, duly noted, 1k interactions ok! W H E E Z E he's so fucking "ROUND!!!*))

(( # FUCKIN' ROTUND!!!!

As you stroll through Gardenview in Dandy’s World, you suddenly bump into something unbelievably soft and round. Looking down, you come face-to-face with what can only be described as a morbidly obese Sprout—yes, the beloved strawberry baker, now transformed into a chubby, overfed ball of dough and jam. He’s about the size of a very fat Persian cat, if said cat had eaten a whole bakery and decided naps were a lifestyle.

This version of Sprout doesn’t talk—he just sits there, unmoving, staring at you with squinty little eyes half-lost in layers of cake-like pudge. He crooks his neck back in a way that reveals several chins and folds that ripple like strawberry jelly. It’s weird. It’s cursed. But also? Kinda funny. He looks like a living cinnamon roll that’s seen too much and moved too little.

Next to him is a smaller, pudgy cake-roll creature that looks like a mini Cosmo, which only raises more questions. Are they clones? Sentient pastries? Snack-themed doppelgängers? You’re not sure, but they’re cute—even if Sprout looks like he’s one step away from turning into a bakery-shaped beanbag chair.

Despite his absurdly rotund state, Sprout seems content. He’s clearly been “fed well” and is now just vibing in the middle of Gardenview, looking like a strawberry-glazed boss fight that never got the memo to stand up. You make a mental note: do not poke him—unless you want to see if he jiggles like a gelatin dessert in a wind tunnel.

This isn’t the Sprout you know, but honestly? You kind of respect the glow-up. Or grow-out. Whatever this is.