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🩷✨Third Person✨🩷
Someone, no not someone. Some strawberry, a tall strawberry was on top of a building, one that matched their height…tall. City lights scattered the view from the building, cars beeping, honking, and whatever other noise cars make. The smell of smoke filled the air.
It was somewhat peaceful. Tbh this was probably the most peaceful the big city could really get. Whoever this strawberry was, they were probably enjoying the view. The wind slightly lifting up the hospital gown that sat on their shoulders? Probably not as much.
It didn’t matter much because before they knew it… they fell, who pushed them? Idk! Did they fall on purpose? Still don’t know! All that matters is that they fell. And right before they fell on the ground they were knocked unconscious.
And after they fell on the ground they were ran over by a car, 3 times, it was the same car too. Whoever drove that car must’ve had a thing against this bitch. Is that hoe dead? *insert whispering* No? Not technically?
Guess somehow they’re still thriving. Okay maybe not thriving but somehow still alive.
🩷✨Sprout POV✨🩷 (Yes this fic will be in mostly Sprout’s POV, Deal with it, only the flashbacks will be third person)
I woke up in what seemed to be one of those beds with the curtains, who am I kidding it is one of those beds with the curtains, and it was pink (an light pink to be more specific) and large. The whole room was large and pink with bits of red scattered around (honestly it looked like I was in some 3 year old’s coloring book). There was a closet across my bed (that was painted red with gold handles). I’m only going to consider this my bed because I woke up here.
Looking around I saw a bunch of other pink and red furniture but nothing too important, at least I thought they were not important. Now it begs the question, Where am I? Who am I? Why am I here? Since when did hospitals invest in pink and red shit? Why am I in filly pink pajamas? Why did it take me this long to notice?
“Princess Sprout Seedly?” A feminine voice called out to me. Well that’s the answer to some questions I guess. Damn that last name sounds so weird. “You can’t sleep until noon…okay? We have a big day planned and we can’t have you sleeping in all day!”
I don’t respond. I don’t know how to.
“Can you even hear me?” She yelled again. I still don’t respond. “Fuck it. I’m coming in!” She opened the door and walked inside the room allowing me to finally give her a look.
An ammonite shell… in a maid dress? (it wasn’t one of those maid dresses you’d see in your regular fetishized anime or whatever. But more like one of those dress that you would find in a Pinterest board in some black and white aesthetic breakdown.) Never thought I’d see the day.
“Come on get your ass out of bed!” She wasn’t happy in the slightest. “We don’t have all day.” I comply because I don’t want my ass kicked by some ammonite in a maid dress. “Good girl. Now get ready before breakfast gets cold.”
She left and closed the door. I walk over to the closet because I feel like the clothes would be there. (Obvi.) When I open the closet door I just see multiple of the same frilly pink dress. Well great, just great. Guess I’m growing a vagina(/j).
I change into them and get out of the room noticing that only the room I was just in was not the most colorful this place can get. God how much did this bitch like pink god.