Fruitcake Freakout
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Cosmo didn't know if he would make it out alive. Or at all. But when he met Sprout, he knew he was okay.
Sprout never knew if he would ever be a savior. After working for the Seekers, a normative group of scientists who experimented on actual people, he wanted to help. No torture.
So when he found Cosmo, nearly dead with a mangled leg, he had to help. Even if the trust was low.
In a most of running, Sprout and Cosmo meet, bounding over childhood trauma, as well as uncovering unwanted secrets that lead to trust diminishing.
Will Cosmo and Sprout stay together, or will love not be as it seems, and be torn apart at the seems?
Btw: Both of them are tops, but mostly Cosmo is on top, but there are scenes were one of them is on top, but expect Cosmo unless I say anything else
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- Part 1 of Fruitcake Freakout
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Cosmo didn't know how long he was running for. The cold wind was ragged against him. His clothes, forgotten. Snow froze his feet, flashes of pain. Tears burned down his face, blood trickled down from his nose. Pain. Everywhere. Breathe. Run.
MOVE.
He made a choked sob as he tripped on a root, falling on the ground heavily. Blood continued seeping out of him, eyesight was blurred.
MOVE. RUN.
He stumbled up, his lungs begging for warm air, not harsh cold winds. Sticks and pine leaves stabbed his feet, but he kept going. He couldn't keep going.
His legs gave out. He hit the ground hard, his skull hitting a tree. Pain flared up. He stared at the are around him, eyes empty. A single tear froze on his cheek. He lost hope. This was it.
He closed his eyes, letting go.
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- Part 2 of Fruitcake Freakout
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How Can We Go Back To Being Friends? by Cosmo_TheBrowniePastery
Fandoms: Dandy's World (Roblox)
17 Mar 2026
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Cosmo stared at the handsome man infront of him. No, above him. Sprout fucking Seedly. Those green eyes staring into blue and green ones. Green hair in a small bun. Was this a dream? Was he Lucid Dreaming? He has to be. Sprout wouldn't actually do this.
Right?
. . . Right?
"Wait, this is a dream." Cosmo whispered.
His mouth felt slow when he said dream. Slow motion. And then, it changed before his eyes. It blurred, and he heard a weird noise. Like a dragging sound made by a video game. From an old ventilation system? And suddenly he forgot it was a dream, vanished. And he blinked. Baking, infront of an oven.
With Sprout no where to be seen. His movements felt heavy and sluggish. Like wet concrete. He couldn't breathe. Too slow. Too heavy. Where was Sprout? He turned around. Too slow. A Twisted version of Sprout stood there.
Maw, dripping with. . . Ichor? Jagged teeth, a long black tongue. A singular, red, staring eye. Body animalistic. His usual pink and white scarf bigger, torn, and the back swishing behind him. His body was drenched and ripping with the black substance, and suddenly, it lunged.
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- Part 3 of Fruitcake Freakout