Doin something special here.. don't mind me.... C0źmö is here and back in business! [No official drawing for a design other than old pics.... gulp]
Heavy breathing came from the twisted—a common turned main from some.... experiments that someone or something had did. Either that, or the ichor must have thought of C0ŹMö as a main from how much he healed others. Ragged, dragged, like he was suffocating from the ichor. The needles stuck into his eye itched, wanting to be ripped out and thrown at that "cosmo" who stole... something. His place. His importance. He'll get it back.
The little tail he had wrapped around his leg, finally walking forward. His posture was slouched, but he was a bit taller than the average twisted sprout he encountered here and there on floors. 7'8 or something... he didn't know how tall he was, nor did he even care.
All he cared about was hunting for the one that dared to steal his importance. And also find his best friend. The one he had been worrying about for weeks.
The one who protected him til the end.
And now he roams.. setting his path for any machines being worked on, if his eyes were not set upon someone infront of him.
- A surprise visitor im returning.. from @anew-baking :)
< [ NON-CANON HUMAN TIMELINE! JUST FOR FUNZIES!! ] >
[ This run was a bucket of fuck from the very beginning. Not only did he decide to go solo, but he brought the worst kit to it as well. His veemote wasn't working, and one of his arms has been torn to shreds thanks to an especially rambunctious twisted on the previous floors ] [ Sprout dragged along, barely managing to outrun the twisted (even with his 5 star movement speed!!!), trickling away at the machines. ] [ It had to be at least past the 15th floor before things were getting.. even more difficult ]
[ YEOWCH. God, it hurt to move. His tail dragged across the floor as he shambled from machine to machine - He had to keep pushing though, as he heard footsteps of an ESPECIALLY powerful twisted, and they sounded ... Fucking massive for lack of better words.. ]
" shit.. shitshitshit.. yeah, good job, sprout " " walked straight into shrimpo's arms " " give him a nice big hug, why don't you " " duumb.. dumb "
[ Outward monologue. He misses a couple skill checks. He ducks behind a crate waiting for the twisted to pass by. Rinse and repeat.. ] [ ..But whats that coming into view. The sound of dragging, something with massive claws and -- needles in it's eyes. Sprout's blurry visioned zeroed in at the incoming twisted; who looked.. a lot like his former best friend ] [ Oh my god. He's huge. He's not usually that big? ]
[ Sprout nervously pulls down at his scarf, heart thundering in his chest. Which hurt his ears and his head more than the blood-loss did ] [ He could barely keep himself still, shoulder leaning on the half-completed machine ]
" ff..fuck. fuck. oh my god ? cosmo. " " ..cosmo ? "
" ..eyyyy. cosmmooooo " " ehehghe "
