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(Ok just wanted to try a new story out to see if you guys liked it don’t worry the first one will get updated I’m just lazy)
Cosmo's pov: I woke up, cradled in someone's arms. Twisted Cameron. He held me and Sprout close, his grip firm yet oddly tender. “C-Cameron?” I stammered, my voice trembling. Instead of the usual aggression, he smiled—disturbingly sweet. “Well, look what we have here. Cosmo and Sprout, all cozy in my arms. How cute.” “Cameron, let us go. We don’t want to get hurt,” I pleaded, my heart racing. “Hurt? Oh, sweetheart, you won’t get hurt.” His tone was soothing, but there was an edge to it. “But there is one thing I need to do before you’re both fully mine.” Suddenly, a tendril emerged from his side, its dark, viscous form dripping with ichor. It slithered toward me, its movements deliberate and unnervingly slow. Cameron's smile widened as he watched. The tendril paused just inches from my face, its tip hovering like a predator sizing up its prey. I could feel its cold presence, the air around it thickening with an unnatural heaviness. “C-Cameron…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Cosmo’s POV: The tendril inched closer, glistening like black oil in the dim light. I felt its cold aura brushing against my skin. Sprout clung to me, trembling. “We have to get out…” I whispered, more to myself than him.
Cameron’s POV: Ah, how adorable cosmo is , panicking. his fear makes him mine even more. The tendril obeys me, sensing his hesitation, tasting his doubt. Soon, he will understand—they can’t resist me.
Cosmo’s POV: I tried to squirm free, but Cameron’s arms were impossibly strong. “Cameron… don’t!” The tendril twitched at my words, almost like it was listening. Its tip hovered dangerously close to my face, and I could feel a creeping, invasive sensation—as if it wasn’t just touching me, but reading me.
Cameron’s POV: Little Cosmo thinks he can resist. How sweet. Soon… oh, soon he’ll enjoy being held. The sprout of defiance in him is cute, but so fragile. I lean closer, my grin widening.
Cosmo’s POV: I caught a glimpse of something twisted in his eyes—a mixture of longing, obsession, and malice. My stomach churned. “Sprout… we have to—” The words died in my throat as another tendril slithered, coiling around my ankle like a snake. Panic surged through me.
Cameron’s POV: There it is. Their fear… it’s intoxicating. Just a little more, and he'll be mine completely.
Cosmo's pov: I used to laugh with Cameron. We used to bake together, cover the counter in flour, and compete to see who could make the weirdest pastry. Sprout would cheer for both of us, always the peacemaker. Now… now he was something else entirely. His arms held me like I was precious cargo, but I could feel the danger lurking beneath. The tendril coiled tighter around Sprout’s little body. “C-Cameron… why are you doing this? We were… we were friends,” I choked out. Cameron tilted his head, that unsettling grin still plastered across his face.
Cameron’s POV: Friends… yes, once we were. But that was before I saw the truth: they were mine. And now… they’ll understand. They’ll belong to me completely. I lean in closer, feeling their fear like a warm pulse. “Friends? Oh, Cosmo… Sprout… you’ll always be more than that. You’ll be mine.”
Sprout’s POV: I shivered, pressed against Cosmo, trying to make myself small. I remembered the silly games, the cupcakes we baked with extra sprinkles, the laughter… and now the smell of Cameron’s twisted presence, the dark tendrils… it was suffocating. “Cosmo… what do we do?”
Cosmo’s POV: My heart ached for him. For both of them. Cameron wasn’t just a friend anymore; he was a threat, a storm disguised as someone I once trusted. The tendril brushed against my arm, leaving a cold, slimy trail that made my skin crawl. I had to think fast… if we didn’t get out now, we might never be the trio we once were.
Cameron’s POV: Their fear… their hesitation… it’s perfect. I’ll wait just a moment longer. Let them squirm. Let them realize that no matter how much they fight… I always win. he tendril twitched again, and I realized with a shiver that it wasn’t just brushing against me—it was probing, seeping, testing. A cold, creeping sensation slid under my skin, and panic bubbled in my chest.
Cosmo's pov: “C-Cameron… don’t… don’t do this,” I gasped, trying to pull Sprout closer. He clung to me, trembling. Cameron leaned in, his smile impossibly wide. “Oh, Cosmo… I have to. You and Sprout… you’ll be perfect. I’ll make you just like me.”
Sprout’s POV: I felt it first as a tingling, like icy needles crawling under my skin. “Cosmo… it’s… it’s starting…” My voice faltered, fear making me small.
Cameron’s POV: Yes… just let it begin. My infection flows through them now, a gift, a bond… a promise. Their resistance makes it taste sweeter. I watch the tendrils wrap around them, inching closer to their core, twisting, reshaping… turning them into what they should be.
Cosmo’s POV: I screamed as the tendril slithered along my arm, spreading warmth and poison all at once. It felt like fire and ice, changing me from the inside. I could see Sprout’s eyes widen as the infection crept into him too. “No… no, not like this…” Cameron’s laughter echoed in my ears, soft and terrifying. “Shh… you’re mine now, both of you. In time, you’ll understand… you’ll love it.” The last thing I felt before the world blurred was the tendrils curling tighter around me, reshaping me, twisting me into something… unrecognizable, yet bound forever to him.(It was short because I want to know if you’d like me to continue)