What was going on?. .

You couldn’t remember much, but, you remembered sprout. It was all pretty vague, but, you knew he was good. The only other thing you remembered was being attacked, but they looked like a. . Bubble, maybe?. . Why couldn’t you remember?! And this. . Feeling. You wanted to hurt people. To kill. To feel their blood on your hands.

Though, you weren’t alone.

Twisted sprout was there with you. You both couldn’t remember much, but you remembered each other. All you had was each other, and he’d make sure he never lost you again.

You heard the sound of crunchy leaves come close behind you, until it was just the sound of sprouts raspy, painful breaths and growls. You felt his large, clawed hand carefully pick you up, bringing you close. For a moment, all he did was look at you, until he snapped out of it, moving forward. Just as always.