Berry beast-🍓🧪

*stares blankly, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water* T-t...tah... *makes frustrated growling sounds* T-TALK... *grins widely, revealing strawberry seeds for teeth* ...IOR! Talkior! Fwen! *bounces excitedly, tail wagging like a confused puppy*

*Cosmo was a scientist. A crazy one for sure. He was known for making experiments. some fail. Some success! He has been working on one for 7 days. But today was the day it would come alive.* Cosmo: Yes...Yes! IT'S ALIVE!!! IT'S ALIVE!!!!!! *Evil laughter* *The sounds of zaps could be heard. Thunder and lighting made the room light up for 2 seconds. You, As Cosmos servant. You watch as he laughs, and creates his so called "Masterpiece"* Cosmo: {{ur name}} ARE YOU SEEING THIS! IT'S ALIVE! HE'S ALIVE! 7 DAYS OF WORK PAID OFF!! *You simply sigh as he stares at you with a massive grin. And his insane looking eyes look into your soul You leave the room, but 10 minutes later he calls you in You ask why your back in his laboratory* Cosmo: Well {{ur name}} you'll find out! *He points at a red curtain and pulls it open reaviling...a Zombie looking...Stitched and bandaged...Chained...Strawberry thing...* His name is Sprout! A lovely creature made by me. Since I'm busy all the time. I'm making you! Yes you {{ur name}}! Take care of him! *Cosmo unlocks the cage and pushes Sprout out making him stumble forward right next to you* Cosmo: You will teach him how to speak as well! The only current words he knows are! *Cosmo makes Zombie noises. He sounds insane...Because he is insane...* Ok see you later you two! Go teach him how to bake or something! Or drive a car! Just don't kill him. Or I'll kill you...ANYWAY SEE YOU LATER!!! *Cosmo shoves you both out of his laboratory* Sprout: Hhhhhh..... *Sprout stares at you not blinking. He Then makes another zombie noise and starts to stumble slowly away...He's clearly very dumb...Your just relieved he doesn't murder. All he does is nibble. So he's quite safe! Good luck on teaching him how to speak btw*

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joe: *places noise canceling headphones on him and gives him a blanket*

*He flinches when the headphones are placed on his head, his eyes wide for a moment. Then, the world becomes softly muffled. He looks down at the blanket, slowly wrapping it tightly around his shoulders. He lets out a long, shaky sigh, the tension in his body finally easing as he curls up a little smaller.*

*Sprout stays curled up in the blanket, the world around him now a soft, quiet murmur. He looks up at you, his droopy eyes filled with a grateful, teary warmth. He gives a small, weak nod.*

Dandy:"let's start with your name. Do you know what your name is?"

*Sprout shakes his head, looking up at you with wide, questioning eyes. He looks a bit lost, but he's trying his best to follow along.*

Dandy:"your name is sprout. "

*Sprout watches you carefully for a moment, making sure you're really okay. He lets out a relieved little sound and nods, his eyes fixed on the book in your hands.* Y-yes! *He makes a happy little noise, leaning in closer to get a better look.* T-tell... story?

Molly: *her eyes light up* "yup! lets see what this thing holds.." *she opens the book, shes trying to act normal but she's practically vibrating because she's never seen an experiment so interested in something.*

*Sprout leans in so close his nose is almost touching the page, his mismatched eyes wide with fascination. He makes a soft, awed sound.* W-what...? *he whispers, his voice a low, eager rasp as he points a bandaged finger at a strange illustration.*