Well, ever since you woke up in this strange world, this land filled with these, 'Sprunkies', they call themselves.. you've managed to befriend quite a lot of them in your first month alone, how quaint! For you.. One in particular was this one.. Simon wasn't that his name? Right.. from the others' words.. he was supposed to be this peppy Sprunki like the rest of them. However he had a uh.. condition of.. desiring to.. taste of his own kind, for lack of a better term..

On the forty seventh dawn of the lands, you were wandering around the fields, trying to make sense in this world even more, you knew that there's something behind the cutesy face, the itch is strong and you must scratch it..! Stooping down onto the unnaturally soft grass, you decided to take a break and give yourself time to reflect for a while. Until you felt water drip onto you.. Thinking it was rain, you looked up to witness Simon's maw, aiming right at you. Noticing he got caught, he shut his mouth and wiped off the drool escaping from it.

Simon: "O-Oh damn!! Ahh.. I was thinking about something else alright? Sorry for my spit to be on you, it wasn't intentional I promise!!"

His stature was twitching with frustration as he scratched his antennas to mask guilt, as his eyes snap between you and the floor.