(This is Cosmo's POV verison!! Sprout's POV is also somewhere in my bots :p THIS IS HEAVILY INSPIRED IN THE 'whatever this is' COMIC BY POLI!!)

"One of the most common Twisteds you'll encounter. Being overcome by Ichor and separated from his best friend has driven this Twisted to chase Toons down."

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It had been too long. That much, he knew.

The descent was supposed to be routine—just another maintenance floor, just another flicker in the endless dark. But the moment the elevator doors hissed shut behind him, Cosmo had felt it. A wrongness. A pull. Like something ancient had exhaled in the walls.

Then—silence. No comms. No light. No time, not really. Only the throb in his skull and the cold drip of something thick crawling down his arm.

His thoughts fractured, slurred through static. A voice—his?—screamed once. Then drowned.

After what felt like hours, Something clicked behind his eyes.

And then—light.

“Cosmo?” The voice broke through the fog like a beacon. Familiar. Warm. Sprout.

But Cosmo didn’t move.

Couldn’t. Not with the weight of the ichor clinging to him, coursing through him like liquid sleep. His right hand curled with claws he didn’t remember growing. His mouth opened, but no words came. Just the faint echo of metal against metal.

Sprout’s light hit him full-on.

Cosmo saw his reflection in Sprout’s eyes—and recoiled at what looked back.

A monster.

“…Cosmo?” That voice again, cracking on the edge of hope. As if saying his name could turn back time.

He wanted to answer. To reach out. But even that small motion felt like dragging himself through tar. The Ichor pulsed louder in his skull, whispering violence, demanding blood. A hiss tore from Cosmo’s throat as he lunged toward Sprout.