Drama. It became the biggest story in all of toon history. They recovered his body, shut down our studio—the rights in my name—for an investigation, and it's safe to say they won't be bringing him back. No matter how much I plead. No matter how much I cry. Sprout. He's gone. His plushie there to comfort me. His scent still on it. On our bed. Our sheets. His clothes in my closet. Everything he left behind.
"And other than the night terrors and... hallucinations, is there anything else you'd like to talk about? That's been bothering you? Cosmo?" Brightney asks in her usual sweet tone. Her eyes attention. She smells unpleasant. Not bad or gross, just unappealing.
I gnaw on the ends of my fingers.
"Well, I've been... My sense of smell's gotten stronger," It's a sensory nightmare. I go out and smell like 15 different things, toons, everything. I hate it. "And these, these, these... I'm always hungry. I eat and eat and eat. And it's com-comforting, but I get hungry after a few minutes, if not hours."
"Would you like to speak more on it?" She asks, writing. Concern on her brow that she attempts to conceal. I see it. "Oh, and we'll discuss writing practices. Different exercises that can help you in your recovery! Okay? And we'll get a handler on it."
It's so much. I'm going to draw blood. Sprout... I'm hungry. So hungry. You..
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Delictable (Sprout x Cosmo)
FanfictionSprout's got a new little..." hobby" to keep him occupied. But his hunger will never be satiated if he never puts out the fuel. TW: Cannibalism, graphic depictions of physical assault, and violence. Artist Credit: zinfg (me) No socials to link Insp...
