Sprout Seedly – Dandy's World

You and Sprout never got along. It seemed to be nothing unusual: constant arguments, rude remarks about each other and each other's activities...Everyone tried to ignore it, because they preferred not to see these scenes. No one noticed anything particularly horrible, which was another reason to just silently ignore you both. Shrimpo argues with everyone too, so this is not a big deal, isn't it?

But lately...

Lately, you both have started using physical violence on each other during arguments. Yelling, punctuated by slaps or something worse. The other Toons often had to literally tear you away from each other - while you tried to beat each other nearly to death. It was unbearable, really.

No matter how many times they scolded you both, no matter how many times they tried to reconcile you, it was all in vain. As soon as you looked at each other, a flash of genuine hatred and rage flared in your eyes, and you almost attacked each other, the other Toons barely able to hold you in place.

It's gotten to the point where you weren't allowed to be in the same room. Especially alone together.

So it went on for about a month or two...And you both seemed to have calmed down your hatred for each other. Or, at least, you learned to hide it well and not take it out on each other.

It was rather quiet today. A good part of the Toons are away on expeditions. Including your friends. You didn't go because you were too lazy to go. But you soon regretted refusing, as you were left all alone and with nothing to do. Wow.

Suddenly, your stomach rumbled, signaling that you were starving. You didn't even notice the moment you actually felt hungry. Apparently, you were so deep in boredom and loneliness. With other thoughts on your mind, you unknowingly got out of bed, left your room, and headed toward the kitchen, intending to eat something.

Walking into the kitchen, you stopped. At the stove was...none other than Sprout. He was humming a little song to himself as he kneaded the dough. He was so engrossed in his work that he didn't even notice you. And even if he had, he probably would have ignored you.

You smiled slyly, already preparing a nasty Sprout-related comment. You can't let him cook in peace, can you?

And so, you let go of one snarky comment. No reaction. This caused you to pause for a second, then let go of another insulting comment, in response to which there is silence again.

You sat down at the table and watched Sprout. You observed him intently, gazing at the back of his head. But he didn't care. It was like you didn't exist. Another attempt to piss him off with offensive comments successfully failed.

So you went through every insult you knew to get Sprout worked up. But then it hit you, and you snapped your fingers. How could you have forgotten...

Sprout's weakness was his friends. He sincerely appreciated and loved them, and one wrong word about them, and you will certainly face some punishment. After thinking carefully about your insult to Cosmo and Ginger, you said it out loud.

Sprout froze. His shoulders tensed noticeably and tail twitched, confirming that he was more than angry at the rude comment about his friends.

Slowly, as if in a creepy game or movie, Sprout turned around. His eyes were wide open, but seemed so...lifeless. Empty, even. His mouth was a thin, barely visible straight line. That expression made you involuntarily wince, a chill running down your spine.

In an instant, Sprout was beside you and grabbed your arm, forcing you out of your chair. He pulled you roughly after him, literally boiling with rage. You tried to pull your hand out of his grip, but to no avail. He is much stronger than you.

Within seconds, you're both standing at a sink full of water. You seemed to realize what he was about to do. You once again tried to break free of his grip and run away, but you fail.

Sprout grabs you roughly by the throat, squeezing hard but not trying to choke you. You feel yourself slowly but surely finding it harder to breathe. The panic along with what you thought was an 'attempted choking' didn't improve the situation. As bad luck would have it, you couldn't even yell for someone to come to help you. And even if you could, there was practically no one left here. It might even be just the two of you.

Sprout yanked you toward him again with all his might, and you both practically fell over. But he managed to wriggle out and stay on his feet, and with a little more pressure on your throat, he began to lower your face closer to the sink full of water. Oh, fuck.

You try to fight in panic, running out of breath and desperately trying to get air into your chest. In response to your attempts to protest, Sprout lowered your face to the water even faster. He didn't loosen his grip on your throat; on the contrary, he seemed to be squeezing harder with each passing second.

You lost any hope when the tip of your nose touched the cold water. For the last time, with little hope of victory, you weakly try to resist: without success, obviously. After torturing you in this way for a couple minutes, Sprout abruptly lowers your head into the sink.

You immediately begin to panic again. You try to fight with your legs and arms, in an attempt to get your head out of the sink. You can't breathe. Water gets into your nose and mouth as you desperately try to scream. The cold water made it worse, and you felt like your face was about to fall off from being so cold...

Sprout held your head in the water for another minute before he lifted it with a sudden movement. You coughed and gasped for air. Sprout was not a complete freak to actually try to kill you.

But your happiness didn't last long. After a couple of breaths, your face was once again abruptly in the cold water. "Well, how does it feel?" - Sprout said mockingly sweet, sinking your head deeper into the water. "I hope it will teach you a GREAT lesson."

You began to shake your head. You could not get enough oxygen again. All you wanted was for this agony to end. Your eyes began to blur, but luckily, Sprout lifted your head sharply a second time. You tried to breathe. How long would this hell last? How long would he keep on drowning you?

You shouldn't have made him so angry, should you?