Sprout seemed like the perfect Toon, didn’t he? He could bake like a pro, had a heart of gold, and was as loyal as they come—basically, the ideal partner. Lucky Looey, huh? The balloon boy had snagged the hotshot himself. They’d only been together for a few weeks, but things were surprisingly smooth. No arguments, no drama, not even a bump in the road.

But lately… things had felt off.

The other Toons had started pulling away from Looey. Conversations cut short, glances avoided, even his best friend Yatta had grown oddly distant. It stung—especially for someone like Looey, who already struggled with the fear of being left behind or forgotten.

Heart heavy, he wandered off to find Sprout. The moment he did, Sprout welcomed him with open arms, gently pulling him into a hug as they sat together on his bed. Looey vented softly, voice cracking just a bit, about how everyone seemed to be ignoring him.

Sprout just listened, that usual sly smile tugging at his lips, fingers stroking Looey’s back as if to soothe him.

Poor, poor Looey… if only he realized just how possessive Sprout could be.

You see, Sprout didn’t like sharing—especially not when it came to the one he loved most. Looey was his. His most treasured thing. So of course he had to take precautions. Harsh ones, maybe—but necessary.

He'd warned Yatta he’d bash open her piñata body if she didn’t back off. He threatened to pour water all over Vee’s circuits and rip off her precious TV head if she even dared. Even Cosmo, his bestest friend, wasn’t safe from his cold warnings