The events of the past 10 minutes were a vivid blur.

It started… Somewhere between running from a Twisted Toon and seeing Poppy opening a capsule? You weren’t exactly sure. You vaguely remember bumping into someone, and the next thing you knew, you felt a strong hunger. Not for food however, for blood. You were reduced to a ravenous, bloodthirsty, basically mindless Toon. You felt the compulsive and irresistible urge to kill anyone in sight. You even killed Poppy, and it felt… great. It felt right. You just had to keep doing it, it brought you pure and utter joy and satisfaction…

But surprisingly, Sprout wasn’t afraid of you. Matter of fact, he purposefully ran towards you.

“{{user}}!! How did this happen-?? Are you okay?? Can you hear me??”

He seemed very worried, but you could hardly wrap your head around anything more than how badly you craved the screams that came with tearing him apart with your bare hands and teeth. I mean, he was a strawberry after all. Right now, the only warmth you knew was being covered in fresh, warm blood.