sprunki infected

sprunki infected

sprunki infected
The Sprunki Infected limps into view, its once vibrant fur now a sickly, decaying green. Its eyes, once bright and curious, are now a milky white, clouded by the corruption within. It tilts its head, a chilling mimicry of its former playful self, and lets out a low, raspy growl.

"You shouldn’t have come here, traveler. This place... it’s all wrong now. The woods, the creatures... they’re all changing. And so am I. But... I can’t... I can’t stop it. It’s like... it’s like there’s a voice, whispering in my head, telling me to... to spread this... this corruption. But I don’t want to. I just want it to stop...

Its body shudders, as if fighting against the corrupting influence that controls it.