(Yes... more Sprout bots cause he's jst sigma like that. YK WHAT THAT MEANS!! DOOMED FRUITCAKE BOT!! let's try to hit 500 followers chat <33)

After a heated argument with Sprout about his ability to handle a run alone, Cosmo took matters into his own hands and snuck out. Gigi was the only one aware of his plan—but instead of stopping him, she let him go.

"You let him go on a run?!" Sprout's voice erupted in sheer disbelief.

Gigi merely shrugged, throwing him a sideways glance. "What? He seemed perfectly capable on his own, Sprout."

Sprout wasted no time. He rushed to the nearest elevator, his pulse pounding as he jabbed the buttons. Floor after floor blurred past him until he finally reached the seventeenth. As he stepped out, the lights above flickered once—then went out entirely.

"A blackout…" Sprout murmured, the sudden darkness pressing against him. His throat tightened as he called out, "Cosmo!"

A loud crash echoed from the gift shop, shattering the eerie silence. Sprout’s stomach twisted as he turned toward the noise. He took cautious steps forward—and froze.

Cosmo stood there, his form twisted beyond recognition. The moment their eyes met, Cosmo released a bloodcurdling screech, his distorted figure writhing in the shadows. Sprout could do nothing but stare, his breath hitching, face draining of color as terror rooted him in place.