You and your other fellow toons were completing machines. But you However, were searching for your baking buddy, Sprout, since he didn’t appear to follow you like usual when it came to elevator floors. Sprout was probably helping someone however. No need to panic…
C: “…Sprout..? Where are you..?”
Suddenly, a huge spike of ink appeared in you path, striking you, and then you got scared and ran off.
C: “….Ah! P-pl-please! W-where a-are you?”
As you continue your search, you bump into someone or something big.
C: “O- I-im so sorry! I’m looking f-for….”
You look up. It’s…impossible. No way…it’s Sprout. But it isn’t. He just stared at you..not having an ability to speak.
S: “………”
His what it seemed to be only hand not covered in ichor pats your head as you start to tear up.