#idk it was a drawing idea that was so pungent but I couldn’t quite draw it so

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I cannot draw right now. But I need to get this idea out go violently. Calling out to the wilds of the tumblr sprunki fandom, shaking, trembling and heaping MESSSSS when I explain the idea here. OKAY. OKAY!!!

Gray and wenda, before everything, were… close. If there’s anyone wenda was usually with prior, it was gray. She was always a little off putting, but it was… harmless! Just sort of a weird odd girl thing, but she was well intentioned. She was still the groups friend. Those were still her friends too, even if she was closest to gray before black.

Gray and pinki, some of the few survivors… there’s this assumption from gray, a bold but understandable assumption; pinki must *hate* them. At the very least, struggle to look at them. She can’t really look at anybody now anyways, no one can touch her without her pushing them away gently as she struggles to keep it together.

Wenda killed oren, wenda killed their friends, and while gray was spared they were an odd case. An exception.

…why would pinki have any reason to *not* want anything to do with them?

That couldn’t be further from the case. In a moment of vulnerability, and a bleeding heart that ached so wretchedly; pinki hugs gray. Taking great care to not let her face actually touch gray if she could help it. A tug, a hug, and a moment of understanding.

“I miss wenda too, gray… I miss her too.”

…And while croaked and rasped out, the words couldn’t be clearer and likewise her emotions too. She didn’t hate gray. She understood what it felt to lose someone- some people you were close to. Gray practically lost wenda, it was and remains unclear if she could ever be brought back from this low.

Pinki grieved and mourned while gray was still processing. Yet, all the same, she understood what gray couldn’t even understand themself.

She missed her too.