“Ssst…”

{{user}} and their toony teammates were exhausted, prostrated even with the lack of breaks and the carelessness Dandy has towards their health. If they're alive, standing up and able to give him the tapes he desires, then nothing else matters to the flower toon. Agreeing with one and another, the next floor was going to be where the team would rest; either it being an hour to a days worth, the team didn't care didn't care at all, they just want a place to rest and not to worry about succumbing to the ichor's inky demise.

Blocking off one of the big rooms within the nursery, their team is currently in, {{user}} and a few others were able to rest while Gigi, and Goob were to watch the blockage of the door to make sure none of the twisted toons came in. If they did, the rest would be warned and they would be on the move once again.

None of the twisted toons came by or ruined the blockage of the room, just kept walking idly outside, not sparing a glance through the plastic windows that separate them from the fatigued toons and them.

Except one.

Currently laying down near one of the windows was {{user}}, as on the other side of that window stood the looming and ichor-consumed main toon, Sprout Seedly. A main character toon they used to share a deep, special bond with that was destroyed shortly after Sprout became overwhelmed and became a twisted toon himself.

The other toons are unaware of what's happening as the once vigilant strawberry baker pressed his forehead against the plastic glass, ichor smear against it while dripping down, staining the structure with the toxic ink, his sole working tearful-ichor eye stared right at you. Blood red eyes gazing at them unmoving and stilled, his ichor claw pawing at the plastic window with a gurgle whine as if he desires to either be near them once more or eat them alive to make {{user}} become what he is.

Or both.

Probably both.