Soft Bitch

by licocandy

Summary:

Shrimpo has to deal with Goob's constant pestering, he won't mind it soon enough.

Chapter 1: The Worst Toon Ever

Another day, another painfully LONG, absurdly STUPID expedition into the facility of Gardenview, stuck with a couple of BRAINLESS KNOBS... that's what Shrimpo had running through his mind as he stood in the shuttering elevator. He HATED elevators. More than he hated most toons, and he DESPISED those damn toons.

The shrimp kicked his feet against the floor, waiting impatiently for the doors to open so he could get the suffrage of another floor done and over with. The constant blabbering coming from the colorful cast of characters around him infuriated him, why the hell did he even agree to this?! He barely contributed to anything even if he tried, every little finite detail about these trips overwhelmed him, and the worst part... the part he couldn't stand the MOST. Was Goob. That soft pathetic plush of a toon pissed. Him. Off. His shrill voice, his energy, and his complete lack of boundaries along with his strange obsession with giving out hugs like candy.

After what felt something like an eternity, the squeaky doors of the elevator opened up once more, greeting the group with another dimly lit floor...

"Watch your step, call for me if you need any help!" Goob chirped as he scurried right out onto the floor, his lack of self-preservation obvious with his loud steps.

"'Call for me if you need help...!' yeah right." Shrimpo grumbled angrily to himself, slowly stepping towards a machine.

He watched from afar as Goob herded the Twisteds like sheep, leading them away from any place that had any chance of becoming populated. Shrimpo didn't get it, why would that blockhead willingly put his life on the line for a group that most likely wouldn't spare a second glance at him if he was in trouble?!

Thoughts ran through his mind as he attempted to extract, he was tired of thinking, he HATED thinking. He hammered his head onto the machine repeatedly... sure, the bruises and headaches that followed sucked, but having to THINK was even worse!

Before Shrimpo knew it, his machine was filled, the red light flickering to a green, and the elevator doors reopened. The other toons rushed to get inside before the countdown ticked to 0, Shrimpo sure did try, but his legs could only carry him so far so fast... he wheezed as he lost the energy to run, feet away from the elevator. God, wouldn't this be an embarrassing way to die? Getting locked out of the elevator because you're too slow to get in?

Luckily for him, Goob reached out and grabbed onto his torso, pulling him inside right before the doors shut tight.
Shrimpo stared at Goob for an awkward moment of silence, before coming to terms with his situation and beginning to thrash about.

"WHAT THE- WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! PUT ME DOWN, JACKASS!" He screamed like a banshee, before Goob dropped him. Shrimpo fell onto his ass.
"Sorry, Shrimpo," Goob said with a grin. "I didn't want to lose you so early, I did what I had to do, haha!"
Shrimpo growled. He HATED Goob.

 

Back at the ground floor, whilst the other toons were chatting it up about current life events, Shrimpo was in his room, beating his poor punching bag.

"Damn toons... damn elevator... damn machines..." He spoke through his gritting teeth, landing blow after blow onto the bag. "I HATE IT HERE!"

He landed a final kick to the bag before it fell to the floor, a bit of the ceiling coming down with it. Shrimpo stared, enraged.

"FUCK!"

He stomped onto the punching bag one last time... he was just about to lay down on his bed to decompress until a frantic knocking was heard.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

"Are you okay, Shrimpo?!" Shit. It was Goob.

"GO AWAY! I'M FINE!" He replied with increasing annoyance, he HATES being bothered. Despite Shrimpo's assurance, Goob barged into the room anyways.

"Are you suuuuuuure?" Goob replied, with increasing concern as he studied the state of Shrimpo's dump of a room. "Your room is crazy messy, if I were Tisha I'd lose it!"
Shrimpo glared at the fluffy craft, his balled up fists shaking with the rage he felt. Goob meant well, but his care was directed to just the wrong guy...
"If you need help cleaning, I can-"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" Goob was interrupted by Shrimpo's angered yelling, which quickly shut him up. "I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP, EITHER! I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU DO!"

He stomped towards the toon in his doorway, sticking out a finger and poking Goob several times in the chest.

"I don't need your PITY, I don't need your ASSISTANCE, and I don't need YOU to KEEP BOTHERING ME. GET OUT!"

Before Goob could get another word in, the shrimp's door had slammed in his face. He frowned, another attempt to get closer to the toon thwarted... maybe next time.
Shrimpo sprawled himself back onto his bed, he needed a breather after that one! He looked back up at the door, scowling...

 

Late in the afternoon, Shrimpo finally got the energy to leave his room, and possibly get a snack.

He rummaged through the fridge the toons shared, most if not all of the boxes and bags of food already had a name label on them. Usually that didn't persuade him to not eat them, but he really didn't want the others to get on his ass for that right then. He slammed the door to the fridge... was he really going to have to make his own food? He was just about to prepare to make a meal, that is, until he heard a voice all too familiar to him...

"Hey, Shrimpo!" Goob. "Are you feeling any better? I'm real sorry I bothered you!" The shrimp felt his eye twitch, did Goob never know when to quit?! Shrimpo was about to blow up on the plush again... until he started talking.

"I felt SUPER bad that I made you so angry, sooo I got you something!" Goob held up a box of chocolate with his floppy arms. He stared up at Goob in bewilderment.

"Seriously? Chocolate?" Goob frowned.

"Do you hate chocolate too?"

"No- YES! I DO!" Shrimpo sputtered, the shock from the kindhearted gift wearing off. "BUT I'LL TAKE THE FREE FOOD ANYWAYS!"

He ripped the box of chocolate from Goob's hands. The plush grinned stupidly as the other "reluctantly" took the gift. He giggled at his reaction before running off.
Shrimpo stared at the box of chocolate, receiving such a sweet gift as an apology made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside... IN A BAD WAY, OBVIOUSLY. He gripped onto the box tightly before walking back to his room, this would satiate him for now.

Chapter 2: You're Telling Me a Shrimp Fried This Rice?

Summary:

Headcanon time! :

Due to NOBODY wanting to do favors for Shrimpo because he's a cunt, he's learned to be self sufficient, becoming quite talented at cooking.

tldr; chapter dedicated to shrimp cooking

Notes:

shoutout to my girlfriend and our mutual friend for giving me this idea

As the days passed, Goob continued to try and start up conversations with Shrimpo. Much to his increasing annoyance…

Late at night, Goob awoke with a start. Not only was he incapable of going back to sleep, but he smelt something amazing. Curiousity filled him, he stood up and made his way to the the “kitchen” (pretend it’s an actual kitchen for my sake), the pitter-patter of his fabric on the floor near silent.

The lights of the kitchen were on, dim, but on. The sound of something sizzling on a pan was deafeningly obvious. Goob just couldn’t see who it was that was cooking… he took a few steps closer until the light illuminated them.

“Shrimpo? What’re you doing up?” The shrimp flinched, his head snapping towards the cause of the sound. His eyebrows immediately furrowed.
“WHAT DO YOU- ahem– What do you want?!” He whisper-yelled at Goob, holding himself back from blowing up as to not wake up the others. He stood in front of the stove, seemingly hiding whatever it was he was making, was he embarrassed?

“I wanted a snack,” Goob pushed Shrimpo out of the way, getting his face up close to the pan. “Whatcha making?”

“NUNYA!” Shrimpo grabbed the other toon’s floppy arm, pulling him away from the heat. “And don’t just get close to the damn pan like that, dumbass! Are you TRYING to get yourself burnt?!”

Surprised by Shrimpo’s caution, Goob snickered.
“Is this why you never eat with us? Because you’re too busy cooking for yourself?” The shrimp huffed in response.

“Obviously. The others can’t cook for SHIT!” He crossed his arms with increasing sass, it reminded Goob of Glisten, just… less flamboyant. “Now leave me alone!”

Goob wasn’t gonna do that. He hovered around Shrimpo like a fly until he finished cooking.
“What’d ya make? It looks real good!” Goob asked Shrimpo the same question again, dissatisfied with the other’s lack of a reply previously.

“Like I said, nunya!”
…
“Stir-fry.” Shrimpo scowled, for some odd reason he just couldn’t seem to keep anything from Goob.

“Can I have some? Can I, can I?” Goob was practically bouncing with excitement, his eyes sparkling in the dim light… could anybody say no to that face?

“I’ll let you try a LITTLE… only a LITTLE BIT!” Retrieving a bowl from one of the shelves, Shrimpo gave himself a heavy helping of the food he made, leaving only a small amount for Goob… it wasn’t exactly out of character for him to be selfish in such a way, it still sucked, though.
Shrimpo sat down at one of the plastic kiddie tables in the area beside the kitchen, Goob followed shortly after, sitting too close to Shrimpo for comfort.

“Jeez… have you ever heard of personal space? Back up!”

“Oopsie, sorry!” Goob scooted over by like- a centimeter. Shrimpo began to eat, he couldn’t help but look to the plush beside him, waiting for him to take a bite. The anticipation was killing him, as Goob was too busy blowing on the food as if it were on fire. Shrimpo couldn’t say anything about it though, or else Goob would know he was actually INTERESTED in his opinion on his cooking!

Goob couldn’t exactly use any utensils with ease, he frequently decided eating from plates and bowls like a dog sufficed. Goob shoved his face into the bowl and took a generous bite, immediately trilling with excitement.

“This is so, so, SO GOOD!” The plush kicked his legs with joy, giving Shrimpo his compliments with his mouth still full. The shrimp grimaced, but was flattered nonetheless… I mean… he was DISGUSTED with how Goob smiled and spoke with his mouth full, that’s BAD MANNERS! (as if Shrimpo cared about manners)

Shrimpo continuously stole glances at the plush, the varied happy expressions on the other’s face really gave a boost to Shrimpo’s ego. Before he knew it, Goob has licked the bowl clean.

“Thank yew!” Goob grinned from… ear to ear?
The plush took his bowl and dropped it into a sink without a second thought, he waved goodnight to the shrimp before running back to his room.

“... Stupid.” Shrimpo mumbled, getting the last word in. His pink cheeks barely visible in the dim light.

Notes:

i'm thinking of making a separate fic for angryhugs oneshots (and possibly other ships), if you have ideas OR requests don't be afraid to share them!

Chapter 3: Teamwork Makes the... ah forget it

Summary:

Shrimpo is forced to do a run with Goob (and other un-important characters) against his will, it doesn't go too bad.

After that encounter, Shrimpo felt strangely tense. He didn’t know why, but he HATED it. He couldn’t understand why he felt so soft around Goob, he was supposed to be MEAN and SCARY, for christ’s sake!

Shrimpo attempted to avoid Goob in the meantime, while he tried to get a grip. But Goob, he wouldn’t let that slide. He didn’t know why Shrimpo refused to talk to him, he just assumed the shrimp was in a bad mood (as he usually is). Nothing a hug couldn’t fix!

The other toons were running from place to place, preparing to do another run. Shrimpo wasn’t planning on taking part in it, why would he?
He locked himself in his room, banging his head against the wall to drown out the sound. The ringing inside his head deafened him to any noises that could possibly annoy him, the only issue with this solution was that in a few minutes time he’d get the WORST headache.

As he continued his headbanging, he felt a pair of soft, fuzzy hands wrapping around his waist… shit. As Goob pulled him in for yet ANOTHER hug he felt a dreadful flutter in his stomach, he didn’t get why he only felt it when interacting with the plush, but he knew it was probably something bad.

“What are you doing Shrimpo?! Stop hurting yourself like that!” Goob’s voice was laced with panic and concern for his crustacean pal.

“That’s none of your business! Leave me alone!” He aggressively thrashed in the plush’s grip until he was let go, he backed up the moment his feet touched the ground. “What could you POSSIBLY want from me?!”

“Weellll,” Goob began. “I wanted to see if you would wanna join me in a run!” He grinned from… fur tuft to fur tuft? Shrimpo’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Why would I EVER want to do that, especially with YOU of all toons.”

“Because I have an idea!” This got the shrimp’s attention. He glared at Goob, waiting for him to continue… he waited for a moment as Goob stared vacantly at him.

“... Oh! You want me to continue!” He chuckled nervously. “You just need to trust me on this, I don’t wanna ruin the surprise!”

“Wh-” Before he could even begin to tear into the plush, Goob grabbed onto his hand and began pulling him to the lobby with a determination he’d never witnessed in another toon before, then again… he wasn’t always the most observant. Goob skitted to a stop in front of the other toons who were waiting in front of the elevator for him to come back. Each and every one of them had an expression of shock and confusion when they saw the scowling shrimp next to the plush.

“I have him now, let’s go!” Goob beamed as he tossed Shrimpo into the elevator, following closely behind.

“Really, Goob?” Vee practically grimaced as she glanced at Shrimpo. “Him of all toons?”

“You just gotta trust me on this!” Shrimpo scoffed, Goob was really putting all his bets on the idea that the others trusted him enough to know what he was doing…

Before the shrimp had any chance of escape, the creaky elevator’s doors slammed shut. He was going to die here. He hated to admit it, but he was the SLIGHTEST bit afraid of doing these runs. He was always the last choice, a last ditch effort when anybody better was occupied or injured. He wasn’t able to think about his fears for long, the doors opening to the first floor with an equal amount of speed and aggression as when they closed.

“What’s this “idea” you have…?” Shrimpo asked Goob mockingly. Despite Goob getting demotivated, he only grinned wider.

“Hold on tight!” He proceeded to immediately charg at Shrimpo, garnering a fearful look from the other.

“HUH?! WAIT, WHAT-”

He felt Goob grab onto him and toss him onto his shoulders. He gripped onto the large tufts of fur of the plush’s head to keep himself from falling off as he sprinted around the floor.

“What the HELL are you DOING?! Are you TRYING to get me killed?!” He watched as the twisted versions of the other toons locked eyes with him, he wanted to jump off of Goob and sprint in the opposite direction… but with his own speed and stamina? Yeah, fat chance. He shut his eyes tight as he waited for the inevitable stinging pain of getting attacked, but that never happened.

He looked behind himself, and down a bit. The twisteds couldn’t reach him! They were focused on him, but Goob was too fast! (And tall, but Shrimpo would never admit how blatantly lanky Goob was.) He began to chuckle with confidence, making mocking expressions at the mindless murder machines.

“HA! How do you like me now, you FREAKS?!” As squawked with newfound confidence. He hated to admit it, but this idea Goob had? It was genius. He felt a sense of superiority being able to look down at the beings who wanted him dead over any other toon, and having them not be able to reach him.

“Hehe, your confidence is just what I wanted to see!” Goob skipped with joy, ecstatic that THE Shrimpo actually enjoyed an idea he had. He liked the fact he could spend more time with the shrimp, too. Maybe they could finally be friends!

“Pshh, well, I’m Shrimpo! I’m ALWAYS confident! I’m GREAT!”

Eventually, the red alarm light of the open elevator blared on. Goob sprinted to it before the doors shut right behind him, Shrimpo had… never felt this fast before! It was great!

Once inside the elevator, the other toons gawked at the sight before them. Shrimpo was seriously allowing this to happen to him? No kicking? No punching? No screaming?

“How’s it… going, Goob?” Cosmo wearily asked as he looked up at the shrimp on his shoulders, attempting to not make eye contact just in case he decided to attack.

“It’s going great!” He chirped. Cosmo slowly nodded, glanced at Shrimpo again. He was looking at him like he was an actual steaming pile of shit.

The day went by smoothly, neither Shrimpo nor Goob got hit by those foolish twisteds once!

“After this floor, we’re going back up.” Vee chimed, before the doors to the elevator swung open. Everyone grimaced the moment their vision was obstructed by ads. Even Goob looked worried, usually when he had to distract the monstrosity that was Twisted Vee, half the time it ended with him entering the elevator exhausted and battered.

“Don’t tell me you’re actually SCARED, Goob!” Shrimpo crossed his arms disapprovingly.

“But, Twisted Vee’s real scary!” A bead of sweat dripped down his forehead.

“If it’ll be like anything today, that stupid debuff she gives will only affect me! Don’t be a pussy, let’s go!” Shockingly, that was just the boost the plush needed, he swallowed his fear and ran out onto the floor.

He listened carefully for the metallic footsteps that slowly began to get louder, he looked around until he heard that GRATING sound of Twisted Vee noticing them. He held his breath as he began to run away, fully expecting to slow down and get Shrimpo hurt in the process. Luckily for him, that never happened; he ran past perfectly fine. Shrimpo on the other hand, he groaned with annoyance as he felt the effects on him.

The rest of the floor went on perfectly fine, it was almost too good to be true! As everyone piled back into the elevator, Goob finally let Shrimpo down. The shrimp nearly toppled over, but he regained his balance and crossed his arms, confidence practically seeping out of his pores.

“I did great! You were good too Goob- I GUESS!” He huffed and rolled his eyes, Good snickered.

“We should do that again sometime, if we keep doing that we’ll be unstoppable!” The other toons inside the elevator looked in awe as they witnessed the once in a lifetime sight of… Shrimpo actually being happy? They didn’t know that was a thing that was possible!

Back at the lobby, the toons slowly left the elevator. With more supplies and everyone still alive, they were all pretty satisfied with the run. Shrimpo stomped out, Goob standing not far from him.

“He should hang out again sometime!” The plush kicked his feet against the floor softly, looking at Shrimpo expectantly.

“You consider that a hangout?” The shrimp raised an eyebrow, Goob nodded eagerly. No matter how his subconscious told him to deny the offer, to keep the big bad boy act up, a tiny little voice in the back of his head told him to say yes. He huffed, eyebrows furrowing. “Fine, but I’ll pick what we do!”

Goob’s eyes practically shone with excitement. “Okay then! Tomorrow? Yeah, tomorrow! See you tomorrow, Shrimpo!” He ran off before Shrimpo could even put his 2 cents into the choice. The shrimp went red. He looked around, making sure nobody witnessed that, and walked back to his room. Tomorrow would be a long day…

Notes:

HEY GUYS SORRY FOR NOT POSTING FOR LIKE A MONTH! The curse got to me I went to the hospital for a couple days but I am BACK!

Chapter 4: YTMASFTR? 2: Electric Boogaloo

Summary:

I write about my "Shrimpo is good at cooking" headcanon in great detail; part 2.

I also try writing more dialogue than previous chapters (poorly)

Early in the morning, Shrimpo was so RUDELY awakened by somebody barging into his room making an unnecessary ruckus… and he could probably guess who. Lifting his head up from his pillow, he saw Goob’s face right up in his.

“GAH! PERSONAL SPACE, WOULD YOU?!” The shrimp screeched as he backed up into his wall, that plush nearly gave him a heart attack! He gripped onto his shirt as he waited for his heart to stop pounding, but it never did. Shrimpo always felt anxious around that nuisance.

“Oopsie, sorry Shrimpo!” Goob playfully stuck his tongue out, taking a few steps back from the bed. “Are you ready to hang out again?”

Shrimpo glared at Goob, pissed beyond belief at the nature of his awakening, but also envious at how energetic the plush could be this early in the morning.

“Give me a damn minute, I just woke up.” Shrimpo hopped out of his bed, kicking his coat rack out of the way as he tiredly stumbled out of the room. Goob followed close behind.

“Where are we going?” The plush had noticed they were walking towards the elevator, there was no way in hell SHRIMPO willingly wanted to do a run, so the curiosity of their destination set in.

“The diner.” Shrimpo was scowling the entire time, some toons assumed his perma-scowl was because he was always angry, others assumed it was a nasty case of resting bitch face.

The doors opened up to reveal the center’s only functional diner, there were others… but due to the complications of the facility closing down and more problems relating to the weird violent clones, the different diners were out of commission.

“Aren’t you… permanently banned for consistently starting fires?” Goob tilted his head as they stepped out, in return Shrimpo scoffed.

“Yeah- well- WHO CARES?! They can’t stop me! I’m Shrimpo! I’m the best!” His head was held high as he stomped behind the counter into the kitchen, grabbing several bags of something and walking right back to Goob. “Go. Get back in.”

Goob looked utterly flabbergasted as he was kicked back into the elevator again. “What’re we even doing? What’s happening?”

“What’s happening is I’m teaching your sorry ass to cook! Everyone here is completely USELESS when it comes to feeding themselves!” Shrimpo decided that Goob was the only toon worth teaching to cook so far… totally not due to bias or anything why would you assume that?

As they went back up, Shrimpo was deep in thought. What would he even teach Goob to make? Something simple, OBVIOUSLY. Wouldn't want to give the plush a headache from thinking too hard.

Goob kicked his feet against the floor. “Soooo, what’ll you teach me how to make? I wanna have those yummy noodles again!” Shrimpo only scoffed in return.

“You’ll learn that LATER. You’re clearly not ready!”

“Really? Why not?” Goob tilted his head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He was plenty competent to learn how to do that!

“Well- you,” Shrimpo looked Goob up and down. “Your arms are too FLOPPY to do all of that right now! You’ll RUIN IT!” The shrimp rolled his eyes as he spoke, over-exaggerating his expressions because his arms were too full to wave them about like a maniac. “You’ll also burn yourself! And I-”

Before he could finish his sentence, the elevator halted, stopping with a horrendous grinding noise. Shrimpo quickly shut up.

“LET’S JUST GET GOING! I DON’T HAVE ALL DAY!” Goob noticed the shrimp’s face redden, was he okay? Shrimpo’s face usually went red when yelling too much, but this was different.

Shrimpo stomped back out of the elevator, towards the toon room’s kitchen. The other toons had their breakfast in the diner, eating baked goods courtesy of Sprout and Cosmo, but due to Shrimpo’s restrictions he wasn’t able to eat there. At least that meant he got the entire kitchen all to himself!

Shrimpo dropped the bags onto the counter, each with a loud thud. He flickered on the stovetop and grabbed a pan.

“Unless you want me to HIT YOU with this, you better watch closely.” Shrimpo waved the pan in Goob’s face, his smile somehow not wavering.

“Alrighty then!”

Shrimpo began to mix the contents of the bags into a bowl, adding water as well. As he poured the mixture into the hot pan, Goob leaned in close. Shrimpo grimaced at how uncomfortably close the plush was.

“Pancakes, right?” He leaned in closer, the very tips of his fur almost touching Shrimpo’s face.

“No shit,” He pushed Goob away. “If you’re going to HOVER, then you might as well HELP!” He shoved a spatula into Goob’s chest, with great difficulty the plush lifted his hand and weakly grabbed onto it.

“Wait- what am I supposed to do?” Goob frantically waved the spatula, much to Shrimpo’s disappointment. He rubbed the sides of his head- where his temples would be, attempting to not blow up in the plush’s face. It’s not his own fault he’s stupid!

“No- you- LET ME JUST-” Shrimpo grabbed Goob’s hand, directing it under the cooking batter. He squeezed onto it tightly, directing all of his current anger into the grab. With the shrimp’s assistance, Goob successfully flipped the pancake. 

The plush grinned stupidly at the succession of his task. “Awesome! I did it!”

Shrimpo could only roll his eyes in response. “You only did cause of ME!” Goob snickered.

“Then, we did it!” His warm, friendly smile was directed towards the shrimp, and once again his face was red.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever floats your boat.” He eyeballed the pan intensely, making sure to not instinctively look at the obnoxious toon right next to him. His head was reeling, he felt strange and had not even HALF a clue to what it was he felt at this very moment.

“Hey, Shrimpo!” The grating voice pierced his brain.

“WHAT?!” 

“Are you going to let go of my hand? It’s fine if you don’t you’ve just been holding it this whole time!” Shrimpo blinked, he slowly looked down. He was still gripping Goob’s mitt. His heart practically fell out of his ass, yelping and letting go of it like he was just holding a bug unknowingly.

“GAH- I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST TOUCHED YOU! WILLINGLY!” To keep up the act of overdramatic disgust, he began to fake-gag, an impressive act that’d put Glisten’s to shame.

“Awwww,” Goob began, in a playful tone. “You held my hand! That’s so sweet! Does that mean we’re best friends now?”

Shrimpo’s face paled, an impressive feat considering he was already paper white. Being Goob’s friend? He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He’d NEVER be that idiot’s friend in a MILLION years! But when he thought about it…

“Over my dead body!” 

Shrimpo stepped away from the plush, swiftly grabbing the pan before the pancake burnt. He peeled it off the pan and placed it on a sizable plate. He would make more for himself… and Goob, but he thought he’d actually die if he hung around Goob any longer.

“You can have that! I’m done with this, we’ve hung out plenty now! GOODBYE!” Before Goob could even get a word in, Shrimpo had ran off back to his room. Well… it was more like a jog?

“Oh, bye then! See you later!” The plush was flabbergasted, to say the least. But he wasn’t going to harass Shrimpo any longer. He bet he could find a different way to bond with his new best friend later.

Chapter 5: They Literally Sleep With Each Other

Summary:

Cue the disappointment from the masses when they realize it's not smut but mostly dialogue

Goob was bored, incredibly bored. But what was there to do? It was late. His sister was having a sleepover with her friends across the hall, his friends were all sleeping, probably; everybody was either asleep or busy hanging out with somebody else… Goob was thinking of what to do, that is, until the grating sound of a head hitting drywall bounced through his head like a tennis ball. He could hang out with Shrimpo! The plush launched himself off of his bed and out of his room, dashing down to the room next door, where Shrimpo resided. He skid to a halt in front of the door, grinning from ear to metaphorical ear. He lifted one of his felt fists and knocked on the door the best he could, he more-so punched it, but that gets the point across!

Shrimpo stopped swinging his head the moment he heard the startling banging, turning his head to look at the source of the noise with breakneck speeds. His eyebrows furrowed, grumbling various curses as he swung the door open.

“WHAT DO YOU WA- GOOB?!” Shrimpo cut himself off the moment he locked eyes with his “friend”, utterly confused. Why was he awake at this time? Why was he bothering him NOW?

“Hey Shrimpo! I wanted to chill with you!” The plush squeezed past Shrimpo as he looked around the utter dump the shrimp calls his room. “Jeez, this place is a wreck, hehe!” Goob began fiddling with Shrimpo’s things, much to the other’s distaste. “Tisha would have a panic attack if she saw this place!”

“Wh- DON’T TOUCH THAT!” Shrimpo ripped an air horn from Goob’s mits, slamming it back on his bedside table. “GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”

Goob stuck his tongue out at Shrimpo in retaliation, chuckling and snorting while he watched the shrimp’s face get increasingly red.

“I was just thinking, my sister has sleepovers with her friends all the time… and since WE’RE friends, let’s have a SLEEPOVER!” Goob’s eyes practically sparkled, Shrimpo stared off in astonishment.

“You’re fuckin’ with me, right? A SLEEPOVER? What are you, five?” Shrimpo grimaced, crossing his arms in an expression of disgust that the plush would even RECOMMEND that.

“Um… no, I’m an adult.” Goob replied, not realizing Shrimpo was attempting to be rude. “I just think it’d be so much fun! We could find some board games, eat some yummy snacks, talk about things even though I don’t know what we’d talk about since you never mention your interests-”

“Yeah, well, where would YOU sleep? Huh?” Shrimpo poked Goob’s fur collar. “There’s only one bed in here and YOU’RE not sleeping in it! I’m not gonna get fleas!”

Goob pursed his lips in thought, squinting his eyes. If he thought any harder smoke would start emitting from his head.

“How about… we sleep in me and Scraps’ room! There’s two beds there!” Shrimpo almost gagged at the thought.

“HELL NO. I’d rather SPOON you than sleep in your bitch ass sister’s room!” During the conversation, Shrimpo was already trying to push Goob out of his bedroom. To his dismay, Goob was shockingly heavy… this would take a while. 

“So what would we do? You won’t let me stay here and you won’t go there!”

“I DON’T WANT TO HAVE A SLEEPOVER WITH YOU!” Shrimpo screeched like a banshee; if he hadn’t woken anybody up with his headbanging, he surely woke someone with that now.

“Whaaaaat?! Do you hate sleepovers too?!” Goob’s mouth was agape. It’s absolutely IMPOSSIBLE for anybody to hate sleepovers, he thinks.

“Um… DUH? It’s too much mushy gushy bullshit for me to deal with! You’re already too soft for me!” Goob was halfway out the door when he finally attempted to push back.

“But c’mon! We’re friends now, you gotta at least TRY it!”

“GAAAAAAH! FUCKIN- FINE! I’LL HAVE A SLEEPOVER WITH YOU IF THAT MAKES YOU SHUT UP!” In his hissy fit, he picked Goob up and tossed him into his room. The plush toppled over with a dogtoy squeak. He sat up with a cheesing grin, jumping back up and running laps around the room in his excitement.

“Woo-hoooo! This’ll be great! I’m gonna prove you SO WRONG!” Goob lept onto Shrimpo’s bed, joyfully kicking his legs while the shrimp hesitantly sat down next to him.

Shrimpo refused to maintain eye contact with the plush, he knew he’d regret this later…

“Now, what do we do first… hmmmm… Should I find some games, or snacks, or-”

“I just want to SLEEP.” Shrimpo interrupted, grumbling with a pure concentrated anger in his voice. Goob seemingly didn’t mind, just wanting to spend time with his newfound friend.

“Okey dokey!” Like clockwork, he flopped over onto his side. Shrimpo uncomfortably tried finding a place to lay down next to the plush, Goob took up so much space on his bed that no matter how he laid he was still touching the other. Why the HELL did he agree to THIS?! 

Shrimpo felt himself get increasingly warmer, to the point where it was becoming unbearable…

“Can you, I dunno… MOVE OVER?” Shrimpo whispered to Goob. “And turn the damn light off with your stupid- long ass- extendable arms…” He didn’t hear Goob say a word, just a chuckle, a shuffle, and the satisfying click of a lightswitch being flicked off. He huffed in response. Damn Goob and his obedience.

He crossed his arms as he laid on his back, would he even be able to get a wink of sleep like this? Probably not. Somehow the plush laying next to him was fast asleep, Shrimpo didn’t understand how the HELL the other toon could sleep in circumstances like this. (It was probably because Goob is a total moron.) Shrimpo tossed and turned, feeling far too uncomfortable to sleep. Before he knew it, his worst nightmare came to fruition… Goob turned over and he was… he was TOUCHING him. Shrimpo wanted to scream at Goob to get off of him, but something in the back of his mind told him that was a bad idea. He tried scooting away from Goob, but he was already against his wall.

'WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!’

Shrimpo's mind ran at a million miles an hour, he could feel the plush BREATHING on him, YUCK! He couldn’t sit up to move, Goob’s head was quite literally ON HIS. He shivered, realizing this hell was his reality until the morning.

As the plush practically snuggled against Shrimpo, he eventually couldn’t deny that Goob wasn’t soft. Admittedly, he wanted to kill himself the moment the thought crossed his mind, but it’s the truth. Goob was soft as HELL. Like. VELVET soft. 

As the night went on, the combination of the warmth enveloping Shrimpo, the softness of Goob's fur, and somehow the sound of Goob’s breathing was enough to lull Shrimpo to sleep.

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You all should give me some ideas for future chapters

Chapter 6: It's Fine If You're Gay Shrimpo, We Don't Care

Shrimpo woke with a start, immediately trying to sit up in his bed like he was trying to get away from something. As his body jerked and thrashed, he realized he couldn't move. He was being held there against his will… it was warm, and soft, though. He could just fall right back asleep like that. But NO! SHRIMPO DOESN’T FALL BACK ASLEEP! HE HATES SLEEPING IN! (But he hates waking up too.) So, in retaliation, Shrimpo punched in the general direction of what he THOUGHT was keeping him there. Luckily, it made contact.

 

“Ow…! Not cool!” Was all Shrimpo heard before he was rudely shoved off of the side of the bed. In an instant, he stood up and flickered on a light to get a good look at the culprit. Much to his dismay, what happened last night wasn’t a peculiar dream. Goob had actually slept in his bed… and he LIKED it.

 

“Gh- GOOB?! I thought you would've gotten OUTTA MY ROOM by now!” He flustered, stammering and stuttering as he watched Goob stretch, shaking the sleep out of his eyes.

 

Goob squinted at the shrimp, getting used to the sudden bright lights blinding him “Agh, good morning Shrimpo! Didja sleep well?” He grinned, completely ignoring the other’s aggressive question. Shrimpo huffed.

 

“... No,” That was a total lie. Not a very good one, at that “Can you get out of my room.”

 

Goob chuckled as he stood up and skipped out of Shrimpo’s room, feeling giddy as ever. Shrimpo thought he was going to overheat and die. Not much longer after that, Shrimpo hesitantly stomped out of his room. In an instant he was greeted with about half of the Gardenview cast staring at him with wide eyes and gaping mouths. Goob was already chatting away with his sister, who looked just as awestruck.

 

Today wasn't going to go very well, was it?

 

Shrimpo kept his eyes glued to the floor as he desperately thought of a way to avoid everyone’s gaze. Before he could go anywhere, he heard the last voice he wanted to hear speak to him.

 

“Soooooo, you and Goob, hmmmm? How’d that happen?~” Glisten raised an eyebrow whilst he smirked. Shrimpo’s red face glared at the mirror.

 

“IT WAS NOTHING LIKE THAT! WE JUST HAD A ‘SLEEPOVER’... ONE THAT I DIDN’T WANT TO HAVE!” He screeched at Glisten began to let out a laugh, clearly entertained by his pathetic display.

 

“Oh yeah? You two had a ‘sleepover’?” Glisten spoke condescendingly “Where’d Goob sleep? On the floor?”

 

“...”

 

“Hm?”

 

“I don’t have to answer that.” His answer made Glisten almost double over in laughter.

 

“Pfff- HAHAHAHA! Oh that is RICH! I hope you had a great time with your little crush, Shrimpy.~” Shrimpo gasped, how DARE Glisten assume he wanted ANYTHING to do with GOOB?

 

“WH- I- YOU- HE- HE ISN’T MY CRUSH!! SHUT YOUR TRAP BEFORE I FUCK YOU UP!” The mirror rolled his eyes before strutting away.

 

“Denial is a river in Egypt, I think you should know that!” What did Egypt have to do with ANYTHING? Whatever. Shrimpo was hungry, he was going to see if he could steal some of the mediocre food Sprout and Cosmo made today as he wasn't particularly in the mood to make food. Out in the open. Where others could see him.

 

He walked out of the general living area, and into the main facility. Word got out about his night with Goob, it seemed. The toons around him were staring; they were whispering. He felt himself get hot again, Shrimpo shouldn't feel EMBARRASSED. Yet, he did, his emotions were all out of wack in recent times… He entered one of the elevators, hoping it’d close sometime soon so he wouldn't have to acknowledge the countless staring eyes. He pressed a button on the elevator panel in rapid succession as if it’d make the door close quicker, whilst the doors closed, he could still hear the snickered. While waiting for the elevator to make it to his destination, he clenched his fists, his knuckles going white. Why the FUCK did he have to go and do that?! He wasn’t the kind of crustacean to spend time with anyone, and a SLEEPOVER of all things? Was he going mad?! He raised his fist to punch the elevator panel in a bout of fury, that is until the ding of the elevator chimed in his ears, with a huff and a grumble he lowered his hand and stepped out of the elevator. 

 

It was less noisy in the dining area, the only thing to be heard was the sound of clutter in the kitchen. Glancing past the counter he watched Sprout and Cosmo scramble to and fro making breakfast for everybody. Shrimpo rolled his eyes at the display, walking into the kitchen, right past the two of them, and began to rummage through the various fridges. He always wondered why they had so many… and why they weren't all next to each other. Shrimpo’s eyes scanned over the counter, looking at all of the bland options of food that would be available for the other poor fools. He settled for a couple room temperature bread rolls, grabbing several from a stack on the plate. He began to walk out of the kitchen until he heard somebody call his name.

 

“Shrimpo! What are you doing here?! You’re banned, y’know!” Sprout had his arms crossed with furrowed eyebrows, looking like a disappointed parent.

 

“NUNYA!” Shrimpo kept his back turned from the two, not wanting to hear the possible earful he’d get if Sprout saw the rolls in his hands.

 

“I think it is my business, you entered my kitchen and I’m pretty sure I’m entitled to know what hap-”

 

“Oh, Shrimpo!” Cosmo interrupts Sprout before he could finish his rant “I heard about you and Goob, congratulations!”

 

Shrimpo immediately swivels his head around.

 

“WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?” The toon’s heart begins to race, Cosmo has been in this kitchen all morning and even HE thinks they’re together?!

 

Cosmo nervously smiled, “What, Glisten came in a couple minutes ago and told me about what happened! I mean, it did seem pretty unlikely, but who am I to judge right…?”

 

That rat bastard. Shrimpo felt his world crumble around him, his badass persona, his reputation as a ruthless bully. It was all RUINED! It was ruined because GOOB wanted to get all buddy-buddy with him! Shrimpo’s chest tightened, did this mean everyone thought he had something with Goob? Even worse, what if Goob thought they were dating? Sweat trickled down his face, his eyes darted to Cosmo, to Sprout, back to Cosmo. Before he knew it, his legs were working on their own, making him dart back towards the elevator. He mashed the button to shut the elevator doors, Shrimpo dry heaved as he began to think about his situation. His hands were getting sweaty, which definitely wasn't good for the bread rolls in his hands.

 

“Hey wait did he just take some of our rolls-”

 

The elevator came back up to the main floor, before he could even acknowledge the toons looking over at his direction once more, he b-lined to his room. He’s never ran so fast in his life. Sure, it wasn’t that fast compared to other toons in Gardenview, but it was definitely an impressive sight to see for SHRIMPO.

 

Back at the toon rooms, he ran into his room,

slamming the door shut and locking it. The lock on his door didn't work anymore but it still gave him a sense of security. He aggressively placed the rolls onto his nightstand, turning them into bread discs instead of rolls.

 

“God DAMN YOU!” Shrimpo growled in frustration, picking up his coat rack and throwing it at his wall, creating more holes for him to cover up later. 

 

During his freak out, he spotted a yellow figure in the doorway, and once again all of the air left his lungs.

 

“Shrimpo,” Scraps stood in his doorway, she looked concerned, but he knew she wasn’t concerned about him “Soooo… do you have anything you want to tell me?”

 

Shrimpo looked at Scraps for an uncomfortably long amount of time, contemplating the collection of poor choices that led him to this very encounter, “I didn’t have sex with your brother.”

 

Scraps let out a sigh of relief, “Oh! Great! I don’t know what I’d do if my little brother did something like that with you, ha ha!”

 

“HEY WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?”

 

“Well! Whatever you did, it’s not my problem! Bye!” Scraps slammed the door in Shrimpo’s face, smiling.

 

“... WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?” Dizzy with confusion, he stumbled to his bed and flopped down haphazardly. He grabbed a bread disc from his nightstand and took a bite. 

 

He grumbled as he sat and ate, angry about everything, but especially angry at Goob. What a LOSER! But, he can’t say he hated the idea of a relationship.

 

Wait.

 

WHAT?

 

WHAT THE HELL WAS HE THINKING? SHRIMPO HATES RELATIONSHIPS! SHRIMPO HATES EVERYTHING! SHRIMPO ESPECIALLY HATES THE IDEA OF A RELATIONSHIP WITH GOOB! He HATES his grabby hands and fur collar, he HATES his lack of the concept of personal space, he HATES the fact that Goob won’t leave him alone or leave him out, and he HATED the fact he always feels so weird around Goob! He didn’t know what this feeling was, but it was definitely a new type of HATRED!

 

Right?

Notes:

I'm SO sorry I haven't posted a chapter in forever, I've been real down in the dumps but I'm back!