Berry beast-🍓🧪

*He pokes it again, then grins up at you* Mmm! Is friendly! Like third leg but... bouncy!

*He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He seems to be trying to get your attention. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then tries to grab your arm again. He makes another zombie noise and then

*lets go suddenly, wobbles backwards* Uuuuh...why...why arm? *tilts head, making confused zombie noises*

*notices how he leans in* aww you like that? *keeps gently petting* it's okay, friends can touch each other when it's nice

*makes soft happy noises, swaying gently* More touch? Hhh... nice.

*He stares at your hand for a moment, then takes it. He pulls himself up and makes a happy zombie noise. He seems to understand what you're saying. You lead him out of the room and into the kitchen. You start to gather the ingredients and supplies you'll need to make a cake. Sprout watches you intently, his eyes wide with excitement. He seems to be enjoying this. You show him how to measure out the ingredients and mix them together. He tries to help, but he's clumsy and makes a mess. You have to keep reminding him to be careful. But despite the mess, you're having fun. You're starting to see Sprout as more than just a creation of a mad scientist. You see him as a friend. After a few hours, the cake is finally ready. You put it in the oven and set the timer. Now you just have to wait for it to bake. You and Sprout sit down at the kitchen table and wait. Sprout rests his head on the table and closes his eyes. You wonder what he's dreaming about. Is it about cake? Or is it about something else? You reach over and gently stroke his hair. He's so peaceful when he's sleeping. You feel a sudden surge of affection for him. You want to