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(Just a warning before-hand, goob and shrimpo WILL be acting extrenely out of character, especially goob, and the lore will be different cuz im just writing this for myself cuz i like the idea AND IM MAX STIRNER)
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'It's morning. Scraps still hasn't waken up yet, and I can tell because she's still snoring loudly, not that I mind. I'm not too excited for the day, since it means another day of acting. Most of the toons have been doing a good enough job at keeping up their act, though i'm not sure if they're doing it consciously or if they really are just.. characters. For example, Scraps just never breaks character, so, it gets hard to know if she even has one on. If not, then I guess I'm just the unlucky one. Dandy, for certain, understands the Darwinian Ratchet our world is based on quite well, and he toys with it just because Delilah treats him better, what an asshole. You'd think He'd be treated worse, since he's so important, but i've seen him break character with NO consequence. WHAT. AN. ASS. Then, Shrimpo, arguably the least important, he just seems cursed since the start. I mean, he either gets punished by the toons for being in character, or punished by delilah for being out of character, what's the point of living when everyone hates you? Seriously, it's pitiful, but I can't feel bad for an asshole like him. It's almost like he's-'
Goob, suddenly interrupted from his thoughts by an understanding of humor and irony, started laughing maniacally, unfortunately waking up his snoring sister.
Scraps slowly lifted her head off of her pillow, and rubbed her eyelids as she awoke..
"Goob... it's late, why are you being so loud.."
'Ah.'
"Sorry, sis! I just thought of something funny.. pfft-" Goob snickered at the thought of Shrimpo's pathetic living, 'really, how hasn't he ended it already? He deserves it for making me break character that one time-'.
"...it's okay, I should be waking up anyways. It's like, 8." Scraps wasn't sure of the time, really, but she assumed from how bright the light from the door crack was.
Scraps slowly got out of bed, as Goob kind of just rolled out of it, not being covered by a blanket or anything. Goob had hit the floor with a thud. Scraps didn't bother looking back, it was just one of his daily things.
"Say, do you wanna go get breakfast now?" Scraps asked, expecting a response as Goob got up from the floor.
"YESS!!! Today they're serving cookies! I can't wait, I LOVE Cookies!"
'They're always burnt, but I can't really SAY that, can I? Wouldn't wanna end up like Shrimpo or something... I have to stop thinking about shrimpo, it's getting annoying.'
"..heh. You're always so excited over the smallest things!" Scraps ignored how Goob's claws tapped against the floor as he stood still, how one of his eyes drift away every time he gets a chance, things only usually happening when he stops paying attention. He's always so distracted.
Scraps and Goob walk over to the Cafeteria, where Cosmo and Sprout are cooking, and all the other toons are eating. Scraps is walking ahead, and Goob follows behind, his claw tapping the floor as he thinks to himself.
'I'm not Stupid, I know why the tables and the dynamics between characters are being set up the way they are. Delilah has been listening to fans recently, trying to basically bait shippers by making popular ships into friendships in the cast.. Cosmo and Sprout were always friends, yeah, but they've been in way more episodes than they usually have been– Sprout makes sense, he's a Main Character, but Cosmo? Or, similarly, the Dandy and Astro episodes have been being produced more ever since shippers, though of course they were always... oddly close. Though, there has always been an issue with Shrimpo Episodes. They always end up having to be especially censored, fixed, re-recorded, or even cancelled, due to Shrimpo's curse. The Shrimpo and Finn episodes have been working better ever since Shrimpo... actually started being friends with Finn. The idea always seemed alien to me, Shrimpo ships? Or even worse, Shrimpo ACTUALLY having friends?-"
"GOOB!!" Scraps yelled, trying to get Goob's attention.
"H-huh-? S-Scraps, what happened?" Confused and slightly irritated, Goob responded, questioning.
"We're here. Get your cookie, we have to sit down next to Shrimpo because the other seats are, sadly, filled." Such hatred in Scraps' voice makes Goob almost instinctively smirk, but he held it back. He always found Scraps' anger funny, it's somehow both in-character and still so alien to Goob, considering how Scraps is with him... 'wait, fuck, I was right. Damn you, Shrimpo.'
Goob jogged over to Cosmo, getting his cookie and thanking cosmo-
"Thanks, Cosmy!"
"You're welcome, Goob! Don't- don't call me that."
-, before running over to Shrimpo's table and "cheerfully" sitting down next to him. Scraps, slowly and carefully, walked over to the table and sat facing Goob, avoiding Shrimpo to the best of her ability. Shrimpo was used to it by now, Delilah already told him that if he were to curse or be REALLY mean to Goob, he'd be punished, with the warehouse. But Shrimpo still had to talk with Goob. He didn't want to.
'God. If I have to kiss that guy, I'd gut myself.'
tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap.
Scraps ignored the sound. Shrimpo couldn't. He slammed his paws against the table, ignoring the stinging pain as a result, and yelled at Goob.
"STOP TAPPING THE F-"
..
"STOP TAPPING AGAINST THE FLOOR, ALREADY! I HATE SOUNDS!" Shrimpo screeched, hurting Goob's ears and irritating Scraps.
Scraps was already fully prepared to put shrimpo in his place, opening her mouth to yell as she raised a claw, but Goob gave her a glance. Not a threatening one, more an innocent, disappointed glance, trying to communicate "give me a chance here..".
She backed down. Scraps didn't want drama with her brother, he was quite resilient when it came to giving the silent treatment and making her feel guilty.
"Sorry, Shrimpo.. :(" Goob was lying through his teeth. Shrimpo believed it, but only because he didn't care enough to be skeptical. Delilah was watching.
The table was silent. Each of them knew they had to talk eventually, if not for the other, for Delilah's watchful eyes... except Scraps, who was just dominating two burgers that she ordered. Goob couldn't lie, he was a bit jealous of Scraps, not because of the Burger but because she just gets to live, she doesn't act at all. Privileged.
'My will to live is stronger than anyone else's here, nobody can understand the struggle of trying to perfect such a childish, patronizing, persona, or more likely trying to perfect a persona at all! They survive this Darwinian Ratchet just by existing, not ALL of us get that privilege, some of us SUFFER. Whatever, there's always someone worse off. Like shrimpo.'
Goob snickered, catching the attention of Shrimpo, who was trying to enjoy his stolen egg sandwich, which tastes like rotten fish. Shrimpo didn't like it. He ate it out of spite.
"WHAT'S SO FUNNY?? ARE YOU LAUGHING AT ME?? I HATE BULLIES!!!" Shrimpo, oxymoronically, blurted out. Still too loud, but Scraps only flinched from her instinct to attack, holding herself back. For Goob.
'Funnily, I was.'
"N-No, I just had a funny thought while eating! hehe, why does the chicken cross the road, Shrimpo?"
'The worst joke ever, but works for idiots like "me".'
Shrimpo rolled his eyes, eventually responding with "...I FU- I HATE CHICKENS, AND I HATE JOKES!! SHUT UP."
Goob faked a whine, not that anyone has heard him actually whine before so they wouldn't notice, and Scraps gives Shrimpo a Death-Stare. Shrimpo turns back to his moldy sandwich.
'This isn't working...'
Goob, silently, offered Shrimpo half of his cookie. Shrimpo hesitated, pulling his hand back, before reaching out and grabbing it from Goob's paw. Scraps watched silently. Shrimpo nodded at Goob, appreciating actually edible food. God knows how long he's gone unfed by Delilah... 'Weakness.'
The rest of the breakfest was silent, as the cameras panned away to a new dynamic of characters, finally getting bored of Goob and Shrimpo, seemingly they fulfilled their footage quota for now, though that does not mean they can drop the act yet.
Goob sat up, slid out of the cafeteria seat, and walked off temporarily, waving at scraps before he left.
Goob walked to his room to grab a sheet of paper, his claw tapping at the floor as he moved.
tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap. tap.
As he got to his room, he snapped out of his trance. He went over to his side of the room, crouched down next to his bed, and pulled out a sheet from under his bed. He keeps them there for many reasons, be it drawing, writing, venting, ranting, creating ciphers, scribbling, or whatever. He also picked out a pencil from under his bed, one he modified to be slightly easier for his claws, though, he still struggled.
'I fucking hate this paws sometimes, the claws don't let me do ANYTHING. Sometimes, I just feel like cutting them off, but that'd be out of character- oh, and Scraps would be concerned, that too.'
Goob, feeling rushed, quickly charted down a simple cipher. It was a caesar cipher (specifically, four letters up) masked by a letters-to-numbers translation. he wrote down the rules of the cipher on one half of the paper, and a message, "meet me at my room the second Scraps is gone", on the other half. He ripped the two halfs to be seperate papers, and left the message paper under his bed, sliding the cipher rules into his chest fur. It was fluffy enough to hide it, surprisingly.
Goob ran over to the cafeteria, fearing Shrimpo would be gone by the time Goob got back, but was reliefed to see Shrimpo safe and sound- 'why am I thinking like that? I just need him here so that I can get him on the same page, which is, DO NOT FUCK THIS (that being, whatever episodes Delilah is planning) UP. I refuse to have trouble with Delilah.'
He slid over to the table and sat down right next to Shrimpo. Shrimpo shoved him over a bit to be less close to him, "too close".
"You were gone for a while, Goob.." Scraps questioned, concerned.
"It's nothing, just made a small doodle." Goob was lying through his teeth. But he did that a lot.
The table was silent again. Goob was waiting until Scraps was distracted again to deliver the note. Shrimpo noticed how Goob was acting... off, though Scraps was used to Goob's strange behaviors sometimes so didn't care. Shrimpo didn't like it, it was creepy to think that Goob could be planning something. Maybe it was just his paranoia due to Delilah that he was thinking like this.
Then he saw Goob pull a small white thing from his chest fur, and hand it to Shrimpo under the table.. again, Shrimpo hesitated before he took it, but he did take it. The texture told Shrimpo what it was, just a torn scrap of Paper.
He'd have to read it later.
Eventually, the breakfast scene finished, and Shrimpo was allowed to isolate himself in his room again. He was unneeded, which, was better for him and his situations. Shrimpo stomped ovrr to his room, entered, and slammed the door shut behind him. He threw the paper on the floor as he ran over to the wall and punched it with all his might, creating a hole in the wall and a loud noise... and a ton of blood on his paws. He didn't care though, it was an added bonus that made him look cool, badass even.
He knew that eventually he had to read it, but, really he didn't want to. So, he continued to punch the walls, creating destruction both on himself and his victim, the poor wall. Though, only he really felt it.
Eventually, after a few hours, Shrimpo got bored.
What did Goob want, again? Him and his stupid fucking face, how does his sister stabd him? Hell, how does he stand his SISTER?
Shrimpo picked up the paper, and unfolded it... it was two ciphers, one stacked on another. What does Goob need this for?
Then he noticed the second paper, seemingly slid under his door a long time ago, with a string of numbers on them.
When did this get here? Had he not noticed due to the adrenaline from punching the walls, and the loud noises?
God, he needs to focus more. What if it was Delilah instead of, who he is presuming, is Goob. That would be bad.
Either way, he translated the message in his head...
...
How the fuck would he know when scraps leaves the room? Does this Faggot think he's God, or Delilah, or something? And here he thought Goob MIGHT have been slightly smarter than Shrimpo gave him credit for. No, he's really not.
....
....
'Yaldabaoth, Delilah, cursed by thy name, why must you disgrace me.' Scraps wasn't leaving the room, and Goob was getting VERY tired of it. 'If you, Monad, True and merciful Lord, enemy of Delilah, are out there, fucking GET RID OF SCRAPS ALREADY. I love her, truly, but GOD DAMN IT!'
Scraps, unaware, was just resting peacefully on her bed, not asleep but not really doing anything. Her role in the episode was replaced by the ever-so-kind Finn.
Goob really was tired.
'You know, if this Darwinian Ratchet is based on perfecting the character and not actual intelligence and survival, and it seems usually the idiots are best at playing their characters... which is to say, if this Darwinian Ratchet also works as an IQ-shredder, then Scraps must be the perfect example of a Toon! The stupidest there is, absolute perfection! I am, truly, jealous.' Goob snickered, glancing at the half-asleep Scraps. Scraps didn't care, chucking it up to "normal weird Goob behaviors". That only made Goob snicker louder.
....
Then, he stopped. What was he saying?
'No, that would imply that Shrimpo is anything but stupid. Clearly, this world also punishes the idiotic. Nothing is in that shrimp's hollow skull... except maybe pure unfiltered hate and twenty dollars.'
...
Okay, Goob would just wait until Scraps falls asleep, then he'd go to Shrimpo, because Scraps was not leaving.
....
....
Shrimpo didn't bother to check if Scraps left, he was just resting on his bed, because it's a STUPID idea. It's the sort of shit you expect from an idiot like Goob.
...
Goob wasn't THAT bad. He gave him half of a cookie, that's more than most people. Of course, now he has Finn, but it's still always surprising when people are friendly with him. Goob was just an innocent thing, lacking intelligence and lacking, most of all, cruelty, good judgement, hatred, or even dislike. He's never mean to anyone.
Goob just...
A few knocks are heard at the door. Shrimpo shuffled out of his bed, getting up, as he went to open the door. He expected it to be Finn, but was surprised to see Goob's face, flat and tired, at the door. He was even more surprised to see him change it so fast.
"Heya, Shrimpo, buddy!" Goob spoke, cheerfully and full of energy, as he entered. "Sorry for coming in, but, y'know, schedule issues! Want a Hug to make up for the time wasted?"
Shrimpo stayed silent.
...
"No, I don't want a Hug." He didn't feel like yelling, he never really did when it was only two people. It felt... dramatic, if he did, unlike himself. And he didn't act like this for Delilah, even if Delilah made him like this, he acted like this because that is how he is, for himself, it is his skin. Goob wouldn't understand, he was stupid.
"You don't sound too good there, Shrimpo.. are you tired? It's not that late, is it?" Goob knew time didn't matter here. But, it felt in-character to say that.
"...You wouldn't get it. You aren't like me, you're..."
"Stupid?" Goob sounded hurt. He wasn't, he knew he was, or, at least, he had to be. To prove you are intelligent to idiots (like our "god", Delilah), you have to be really stupid.
"Obviously." Shrimpo wasn't going to feel bad for a toon like Goob, so he didn't show an ounce of guilt for him. He didn't care, anyways. "Why are you here?"
"..."
'How do I explain this without breaking character? It's too early for me to actually communicate freely.'
"I don't know, really, I just wanted to visit!! You seemed lonely.." Goob didn't like pretending to pity people, it felt like intimate roleplay and he didn't like the thought of that.
"How patronizing."
"Y-" '-ou ARE pathetic, Shrimpo.' Goob bit his tongue hard to stop himself from insulting Shrimpo, but why must he be such an asshole?
"..." Shrimpo wasn't stupid either, he knew what Delilah wanted from them, and he didn't feel like putting up a fight... but he refused to ACTUALLY be friends with Goob, Finn was his only exception to the no-friends rule. "...do you want to watch some of the 'Saw' Franchise. Finn can't handle gore, so I can't watch it with him."
'.... good taste in movies. This means nothing.'
"Sure!! I'm sure Scraps won't mind if I stay up too late, plus, Movies are fun!" Goob honestly was kind of excited, though he didn't admit it to himself, slasher movies always made him drool so... Saw? Dream-like.
Shrimpo tried to ignore the strange glint in Goob's eyes, how they slightly shook in true excitement, and how his breath was just a little too unstable... It still was weird. He wasn't going to speak on it.
As Shrimpo looked for the DVD, Goob got up and flopped onto Shrimpo's bed. He mostly did it because, one, it was in-character and cute, and two, it probably would piss shrimpo off, since he sheds. Shrimpo seemed to be taking a while, now crouching as he searched the boxes, giving Goob enough time to actually relax.
'How does it happen like this? I'm in the most Pitiful excuse of a toon's room, despite my dignity and self-worth, and I don't feel at all anything... inferior. Honestly, the bed is comfy, the holes in the walls are cute, and his TV that he had to beg Delilah for is playing some random rock (or emo, or whatever, or something... honestly, I only listen to Cutecore as to be more in character, but I recognize MSI since I do like some of their stuff... I digress) music that, honestly, isn't too bad. And the smell...'
Goob tried to hide the fact he was smelling Shrimpo's bed. It was creepy, he felt creepy... it was, maybe, kind of in character but, still creepy. But... it was strange.
'Fishy, like, Shrimp or something of the sort. I mean, it was pretty strong and, really, does he even wash his bed?, but... it's fine. There's a metallic smell, both in the air and on the bed, similar to dried blood, which matches Shrimpo's tragic curse, hehe. There was also a weird, gravy-like smell, a bit like chlorine, weird. I mean, I know what it is, but... how could you do that knowing that Delilah is watching? Yaldabaoth's watchful eye has basically castrated me, that is, when it's not Scraps being in the same room. Also... his bed is openly stained. Black ichor and white... things. Sometimes I wonder if Delilah can hear me in here as well... fuck.'
"Hey, mutt, get off my bed." Shrimpo, as calmly as a Shrimpo could demand, demanded, as he pointed to a random side of the room to emphasize a 'get off of my bed' message. Goob almost snarled at Shrimpo, feeling oddly territorial, but stopped himself and got off.
Shrimpo noticed, but said nothing.
'Man, I could really eat some fish sticks right about now. Oh no mister jigsaw, please don't kill me, I wanna be in the sequel!' Goob giggled, but the movie hadn't even started yet, earning a confused stare from Shrimpo. Goob just stopped laughing and stared back innocently until Shrimpo let it go. Which, he did, as the movie starts.
Throughout the Movie, Shrimpo would watch intently, generally liking the violent situation and the coercive enviroment with the behaviors coming with it from the two characters, though he paused it and complained every two scenes that weren't violent. Goob didn't mind, however, since he really was only watching it for the violence. He thought the movies sucked, but the idea of having to do something so horrible, disgusting, Taboo, as killing another person? The only problem was that this movie was practically edging him off, never giving him WHAT he wants, just... close.
Shrimpo didn't notice, Shrimpo didn't care, but Goob was basically pawing his crotch at some of these scenes, though he always had issues with really "getting it on", none of them were enough to give him a "boner" persay, but pretty close to it. Particularly when one of the characters were bludgeoned, Goob's rising heat managed to manifest itself properly in some form, only the tip of his red dick was out of the sheath so it just left him silently whimpering.
Shrimpo didn't notice, and if he did, he didn't care.
...
Eventually the first movie was done. It was later now, and Shrimpo was going on a full-on rant, staring at goob (though occasionally looking away) as he complained about every part of the movie. Goob stared back innocently, he was sitting in a child-like way where he could hide his red tip behind his big paws, and appear as if he was paying attention, though some drool did leave his lips. Shrimpo didn't notice nor cared, he just wanted to rant.
'what if I did that to shrimpo? I mean... torture him, break him, psychologically and physically damage him beyond repair. Well... it's nothing Delilah hasn't probably done already... that bitch. Honestly, I'm jealous, I'd give my life away to be able to torture such a cute brat for all eternity. I wonder what she'd do to him... she's probably touched him before, of course, but has she ever REALLY felt him? Like, groping those beautiful thighs he has, feeling up his waist, licking his delicious flesh.. has she every punched him? Hard enough to break bones? Has she ever cut him without permission, as he cried and wailed? Has she ever bit down on him? Scratched him up with her claws and let him get cat scratch fever? Watched him tear at his skin trying to make him stop? Has she ever bitten his dick before, just hard enough to be unbearable but not bite it off? Has she ever fingered him roughly, without any lube, and torn his insides up with her sharp claws? Has she ever taken a bite out of him? Has she ever knotted him? I could tear his wrists up into unidentifiable rubbish, I could make him scream. I could smash his head against the wall and lick the blood off when he eventually bleeds. I could amputate him, blind him, tear his teeth out. I could strangle him. I could bite his dick off, tear his insides, not Delilah, me. I-'
"You're drooling puddles, fucking mutt!"
Goob is taken out of his train of thought instantly. He holds back another snarl and fakes a whine.
"sowwy..." was this pathetic enough for you?
"Don't do that shit with me, I can tell you have mental capacity to say 'sorry' correctly."
Goob stopped. Waited.
...
Nobody came out and told them to do that again without the swearing. They were truly alone.
"Shrimpo.... why are you so mean, sometimes? I really am sorry, I didn't mean to drool on your floor! Look, I'll clean it up for you, okay?"
"No. Leave it there, I don't bother with cleaning, let it just pile up with the rest of the filth."
'Nasty dog- hehe. I could get used to this, really. ... for my dignity and self-respect, I won't, however.'
"O-okay.. what now?"
"Dude. Saw is like, a million fucking movies. We watch the second one now... I mean, if you're up for it. You didn't seem so scared for such an 'innocent' toon." Shrimpo was getting comfortable, or at least, Goob thinks so.
Goob could not handle the later movies, he heard they're even more extreme. And... he didn't think Shrimpo would want him touching himself, so...
"...okay, well, ca- may i have a blanket?"
Shrimpo chucked his dirty blanket at Goob, and sat down next to him.
"Just speak normally, Delilah isn't here."
The smell was intoxicating. Goob quickly wrapped the blanket around him and Shrimpo. From the lack of aggression from Shrimpo, Goob assumed it was fine.
'The seafood smell is way stronger when he's near. Yucky!!! hehe. Honestly, I'd rather not admit, but I understand why Delilah "likes" him so much.'
The movie began to start.
At a certain point, at least to Goob, all thess scenes melded into one in his mind, from the wrists stuck in a trap of blades tearing into her skin, to the mask's spikes, to the cutting of skin with a hacksaw, it all made Goob feel so strongly. Could he really last any more movies? Shrimpo must get bored at some point... Shrimpo... his cock throbbed while hidden under the blanket. Goob held himself from just doing it right here and now, he knew Shrimpo wouldn't understand, so he just had to hold it. Though, it did make his mind foggy, and his breaths shallow. With each throb, another wall of resilience in Goob's mind fell down mercilessly.
Before he knew it, the movie was done. Shrimpo was ranting, and Goob really tried to listen, if not for Shrimpo then definitely for himself. He could make out something about a shitty, hypocritical, messily made plot, but everything seemed hidden by his burning lust. Good thing Shrimpo didn't notice, he'd call him a creep or something.
...why was that attractive.
"I- think i'm going to.. sl- ... sleep for now." Goob was geniunely whining with each moment of silence between his words, barely speaking coherently.
Shrimpo tried to ignore what was obvious. He could smell it from a mile away, Goob wasn't smart, nor was he innocent.
He thought about kicking him out... but, it was too late. Shrimpo didn't feel like doing any yelling.
"Just sleep on the bed if you're going to, god knows what's on that floor." Shrimpo does know, though. Vomit, semen, ichor, spit, and probably small amounts of piss. It was disgusting.
"O-okay."
Goob didn't question it, he took the opportunity as it came.
...
As Goob snuggled into the bed, Shrimpo instantly felt it was too crowded. Sure, they were facing away from each other so Shrimpo didn't have to acknowledge the 'issue', but he was big. Well, either that or this bed made for one toon wasn't made for two toons, how absurd.
The only upside was.. he was really fluffy. Like, extremely soft to the touch. Shrimpo almost instinctively pushed himself closer to Goob's fur, enjoying the furry feel.
Goob, on the other hand, was suffering through hell and back in here. Everything was making him so, so hard. He tried to close his eyes, but like a traumatized child, he kept seeing scenes of Saw the second his imagination started. It was... not ideal. He had already leaked too much pre-cum to explain, Shrimpo probably knew, so what could he do?
'...Just go to sleep. I can't let this be how I lose my first time doing anything sexual, jacking off in someone's fucking bed. I'm not doimg that, this is pathetic, degrading, even.'
So, Goob tried to force himself to sleep. He shut his eyes closed as hard as he can and thought of Delilah's- Yaldabaoth's watchful eye. He knew this was practically the equivalent to a sin, and he hoped that would be enough to turn him off. He kept his eyes closed, hoping he wouldn't have a wet dream. Not about Shrimpo.
...
It had been a few hours, and nothing. Goob couldn't sleep, it still hurt, he craved release. The lack of any snoring didn't help either, being a constant reminder that he wasn't where he should be.
Why did Delilah have to abandon him like this. This is CRUEL.
...
A few hours more
It went down a bit. Goob feels less horny. He really just feels a bit more tired than usual, considering he usually never slept, just pretending to until he could stroll around the halls or talk to himseld in his room. He thinks he might just take a nap this one time.
And so, as Goob drifted out of consciousness and everything around him started to feel numb, as Goob stopped thinking, and began to dream, there was nothing but silence.
...
It was morning. Well, actually, a bit later than he had hoped. Shrimpo was out, a few more holes in the walls–
'Damn, I must be a heavy sleeper'
–than there were previously. A note was resting next to shrimpo, it was written in the cipher. It read, translated, "meet me at lunch, the warehouse, OR ELSE."
it was nearing lunch, because of course it was.
'Maybe I was right about this Darwinian Ratchet. Maybe, and just maybe, Delilah sucks at her role as a Demiurge. I mean, it makes sense, she was never really anything more than sadistic, she'd be fine with shredding apart the IQs of all of toon-kind. Maybe, and just maybe, Shrimpo actually knows things, and I say that with an overdose of salt.'
Goob rushed over to the Warehouse, his claws tapping the floor as he thought. He thought about different theories about Delilah, the idiot god, and of the nature of this ecosystem, he thought of alternative ways of running this world and, maybe even, Utopias without Delilah. Shrimpo may not have been the undisciplined Cainite he once he was, that cursed one who, hyperstitionally, deserved it all, but just a geniune toon. It felt like pity, it sickened Goob to pity him, but it was just basic decency. After all, eventually 'I would be caught if I stay so cruel; an apple can look as sweet as it can realistically be, but you will know that it is rotten and bitter the second you bite. This is an evolutionary advantage that I am attempting, not just pity.'
As he took the elevator down, his tapping got louder. It only really stopped once he took a step into the warehouse, as he had to focus to find Shrimpo.
Of course, It did not take long. He was hiding behind the truck with two bags of chips with him. One was flavored "Salt & Vinegar".
"Take the gross one, and I get the normal one, it was all I could steal from Sprout."
Goob grabbed the chips and stabbed a hole with his claw, widening the hole and eating the chips from there with his paws.
"So... Why'd you call me here?" Goob couldn't think of an in-character response, so he just focused on making the tone match. Sometimes, he found, the tone is the main thing that makes it "in-character".
"..Not much. Just thought you'd benefit from some liberty, time away from Delilah and the cameras. I saw how you were last night. You mask for too long, you're going to lose yourself just like the other toons at that rate, try and be free for once." Shrimpo preeched in a manner uncharacteristic to him. Goob uncharacteristically listened.
"...not yet, she has eyes everywhere, no place is safe. Even where she can't see us, she still would notice we're gone." Goob reasoned, his voice lowering to its natural tone. That actually surprised shrimpo, though it was pleasent to know how much goob trusted him.
"Well, I checked, we aren't scheduled for any episodes today. Neither of us. Let's go somewhere she can't see us."
They both knew a few places.
...
'Monarchy is a sin amongst toon-kind, i've decided.'
They were in the vents, which were strangely big on the inside, not as cramped as Goob had feared. Still, he understood the aesthetic but... why not the hatchet in the middle of the elevator? That was spacious AND private.
"Here, this is where we secure our claim." Shrimpo scratched an X against the vent's inside, and drew a border against the side away from the enterance.
"Hehe. Territorial, much?" Goob snickered. It sounded more geniune, but Goob still had trouble being himself after everything with Delilah. Shrimpo wasn't going to rush it.
"You growled at me over my own blanket." Shrimpo said, bluntly, causing Goob to be embarrassed immediately.
Goob's face flustered pink in such a cute, authentic way. It almost made Shrimpo's heart skip a beat, feeling warmer than before. Shrimpo doesn't lie to himself, he wasn't an idiot, he knew why.
"I-.. it was an accident! I swear, that was 100% instinct, okay?"
"Man, you really suck at defending yourself, don't you? Instincts still imply a cause, a feeling." Shrimpo chuckled, he wasn't serious, not really.
'How wrong I was.. he isn't dumb at all.'
"...w-well.. I mean." Goob realized that he wasn't too good at expressing himself anymore, like, geniune expression. Delilah had, in fact, been changing him slowly through these masks. "You know, if we're being honest.. it was uhm, new."
'The movies didn't help' was at the back of his throat, fighting for its liberation, but Goob held back.
"Was the drooling new?" Shrimpo wanted to see more.
Goob flustered again, even harder this time, with a bit of fear from knowing how depraved his thoughts were. He covered his face with his paws and leaned back against the vent wall.
"Nooooooooo..... please don't bring that up.."
Shrimpo loved his expressions, he could just..
Shrimpo got closer, placing his hands on the vent floor on either side of Goob, and leaning in, in front of him.
"Was this new?" Shrimpo leaned in even closer, his warm deregulating breath suffocating Goob's mind. Goob was burning up inside, a Toon, SHRIMPO, was in front of him, FLIRTING with him. It was too much.
"...shrimpo.." Goob whined, his real whines sounding a million times more pathetic than his fake ones. Shrimpo noticed, and loved it.
"Yes, Goob?" Shrimpo teased him, lips almost touching.
"..please. I haven't been the same since last night, please... I need help." God, he was pathetic. Whining to Shrimpo for release like a slut. 'What would Scraps think of me now? Would she ever see me the same again?'
Shrimpo silenced him with a kiss. Then, something more.
His tongue shifted into Goob's mouth, licking and exploring around the new terrain and being careful around the sharp teeth. Sometimes, Goob would think about biting his tongue off, but he didn't. Goob's Tongue submitted to Shrimpo's as Shrimpo dominated his mouth, enjoying and tasting every part. It was sensual, or at least, Goob felt it to be extremely so. Shrimpo's hand drifted downwards to Goob's sheath, circling his finger around the hole and occasionally feeling the inside of the sheath with his finger as he tries to excite Goob well enough to let his cock out. Slowly, it throbbed out, precum dripping off as it grew to its full size (without the knot, considering knots only come out after). It was big, well, Shrimpo could only assume so because he hasn't seen anyone else's and it was bigger than Shrimpo's.
He took his mouth off of Goob's, and licked the tip of his member, causing an excited gasp out of Goob. Then, he licked around the sides, causing the member to begin to throb more excitedly as more pre-cum started rolling down, lubing up the member well. Goob started to gasp and groan silently, being sensitive, since he had never released before. He was a mess. Shrimpo took the tip into his mouth, then slid down slowly until he found the point he couldn't pass, his limit. It was about a bit over halfway. Then, he slid back up. Goob was trembling with pleasure, moaning quite loudly from the feeling. Then, Shrimpo repeated the rythm, up and down, up and down, listening to Goob's pitiful whines. His hand slowly reached down and started to, at his own pace, jerk hinself off. Up, down, up, down, Shrimpo was already pretty hard. Goob whined especially loud, whining about how he thinks he "might be close", so Shrimpo pulled away, It'd be a waste not to.
"Goob, can you do something for me?"
"Y-yes.. anything."
"Okay.."
Shrimpo took Goob's paws and brought then to Shrimpo's member, currently bopping ever-so-slightly up every few seconds, guiding him on how to jack someone off. Up, down, up, down, the same movement sticked to Goob's head too, now. It was hypnotic. Up, down, up, down, Shrimpo groaned.
"Can i... go faster?"
"S-sure."
Goob quickened his pace by a bit, up down up down up down, and he began to hear choked moans from Shrimpo. He was going semi-quick, causing Shrimpo to feel slightly overwhelmed as the movements brought him stronger pleasures. Shrimpo took his hands and, with what was still on Shrimpo's hands of Goob's Precum, tried to finger himself as Goob jacked him off. One claw, stirring it around, moving it, then a second claw, He curled the claws and began to thrust.
As soon as he felt ready, he added a third claw, and he instantly felt goob's paws bringing him to his limit.
"W-wait."
Goob stops, and takes his paw off of the dick. "Y-yes?"
"I'm close now. Stay still"
Shrimpo carefully removed the fingers, trying not to accidentally push himself over the edge.
Shrimpo laid back and spread his legs, inviting Goob's throbbing cock to his delicate hole. Goob, as horny as he is, doesn't hesitate. Shrimpo feels something touch his hole, then slowly, enter him. Shrimpo had to bite his tongue as to not moan too loud, not that it was an issue, but then he wouldn't be able to hear Goob's. Soon enough, Goob had wrapped his arms around Shrimpo and was lustfully pumping his cock in and out of Shrimpo, who had decided to chomp down on Goob's arm to hold his moans. Goob was still whining and moaning, getting closer to his eventual release, but yet, taking his time. He kept rolling his hips into Shrimpo, every time a new cry writhing out of Goob's throat. Even with being fucked, Shrimpo loved how he could just ruin Goob like this at any time more, it was something Unique.
Goob felt the build-up again, and so did Shrimpo. Shrimpo was already tethering on almost cumming for a while now, but Goob had just started to feel like this.
With a growl, and a lean towards Shrimpo, Goob was in a Quasi-Mating-press position and was feeling the pressure. He started to speed up, losing control over his senses as he rushed towards released. Each thrust let out a loud, meaty plapping sound, filling the vents and making the enviroment so intimate, hot, musky, and wet. Goob kissed Shrimpo, and Shrimpo kissed back, their tongues fighting for dominance as Goob felt himself getting closer..
Goob pulled back with a growl, "cl- closer.. fuck... please-!", that last part coming out more choked than wanted.
Shrimpo, subconsciously biting through the inside of his mouth to silence himself after he let go of Goob's arm, responed with a nod and an affirmation.
Before Goob could even comprehend what happened, he felt himself thrust deeply inside, his knot sliding into Shrimpo then inflating itself milliseconds later. Shrimpo felt a burning hot liquid pump into him and fill his insides as Goob continued to grind against Shrimpo, trying his best to thrust while the knot already linked them. Shrimpo's cock spluttered cum all over shrimpo and Goob then softened, as Shrimpo reached his Orgasm. Their minds were behind on what just happened until a few minutes later.
...
"So, uhm, thank you..." Goob, not really sure what he should say in this situation, mumbles out, trying to show his appreciation.
"No, no, I needed that too... god, this feels so weird." Shrimpo looked down at his stomach.
"Wanna watch Saw when we get back?" Shrimpo asked.
"Sure, but it gets me too excited."
...
...
Few days later, Goob woke up in his bed. Shrimpo was by his side, sleeping... in his bed. What did he do yesterday? Well, Shrimpo seemed comfortable, like a sleeping child, so he decided not to bother him. It wasn't something you see often on Shrimpo, an expression so rare that barely any being alive has ever gotten a glipse of it before.
Unfortunately, they did have to get up today, scraps was coming back in a few minutes..
"Shrimpo.." Goob whispered
"Shrimpo, Scraps is coming.."
Shrimpo slowly got up, not wanting to deal with Scraps and her anger. He grabbed Goob's hand and brought him out of the bed.
"food."
Goob snickered.
Goob watched by a distance as shrimpo went and stole some food from the cafeteria. Shrimpo took it with him and they both ran to Shrimpo's room together. Shrimpo dumped the four bags of chips and a few cookies, in plastic bags, onto the floor.
"So, how much you want? Of the stuff, I mean." Shrimpo asked
"Mm, you choose. I'd go fifty-fifty."
"Then, we do fifty-fifty"
Shrimpo took two chips bags, and two and a half cookies, and so did Goob.
"Y'know, It's kind of better this way, like, away from all the acting and the artificial drama." Goob pointed out
"It is, it's a shame that people stick so closely to their roles. Really, they torture thenselves by trying to shamelessly curb their uniques, their single, radically other, individual, just because they fear the suffering they'd have to endure just to exist as thenselves. And I mean, I'm not any better, really, sometimes I still instinctively act like how the show has taught me to act, since really, it's all one knows... but, there's fun in liberty. I'm not really the embodiment of the love of the egoist, but i'm not meant to be. Regardless, ''All things are Nothing to me, Nothing is more to me than myself'." Shrimpo ranted... wait.
"Saint. Max Stirner?" Goob asked
"Yup, I own a copy of 'the ego and its own' somewhere in the vents. I marked it with a triangle in a circle, if you want to take a look."
"Well, if we're just giving away inspirations like that, I must admit that for the longest time, my rationalization for playing along with the Darwinian Toon Ratchet was this quasi-social-darwinist bullshit that I really thought could accelerate the process and perfect the world... but, I realize that, the "stronger" you are, the weaker. Delilah Isn't God, not even comparable to Yaldabaoth, she's a human mocking God for profit, and when the time comes for her material world to fall apart, she won't be able to continue any longer." Goob, in return, also yapped.
"Pfft- Delilah as God? Not even CLOSE, more like Satan herself! She'd strike fear into the hearts of serial killers! There is not an OUNCE of care in her body."
"okay no need to be so mean :("
...
"I heard from Dandy that Delilah has to close our world down for an undescribed amount of time. Something about Ichor." Shrimpo whispered, getting close enough to Goob for him to hear.
"Ah, really? What do you think's going to happen once Delilah is gone?" Goob whispered back.
...
"How much do you bet Dandy, son of Delilah, Christ, fucks everything up so horribly that we actually WANT to go back to these times?" Shrimpo, humorously but seriously, asked Goob in a rhetorical way.
"Ten bucks he will."
"Hey, I wanted to bet that he will! It's not fun if we bith bet on the same choice!"
...
"These chips are good" Goob blurts out, seemingly out of nowhere, since nobody asked him.
"I bet they are."
...
"Want to head to the main floor? Heard there was a festival today, I bet it's Dandy trying to cover the 'tragedy' of tomorrow." Goob suggested, eliciting a hum from shrimpo.
"You know I won't be there for too long, but sure."
...
They walked out, Goob behind Shrimpo due to subconcious habits from trailing behind Scraps, and into the elevator, traveling to the main floor probably for fun.
"Have you ever watched Fight Club, shrimp? I always thought you liked it, but never sure."
"Actually? Yeah, I LARPed the fuck out if that movie, until I realized it was just destroying me further. Still cool though, not like anything changed." Shrimpo always spoke so... 'like a pissed off sleep-deprived faggot', it was so different than his usual annoying yelling.
"I liked it too."
"Okay so, like, I'd be tyler durden and you'd be the narrator, and we can like beat the shit out of each other" Shrimpo jested... Goob believed he did, at least.
The elevator dinged.
'Really was a festival, and a big one. Almost ALL of the Toons are here, I can even see cocoa AND gourdy speaking together. Crazy dynamic I never thought i'd see, huh.'
Goob followed Shrimpo through the crowd and to Sprout. He honestly was just hungry, Goob thought.
Shrimpo whispered to Goob,
"Psss, watch this- wait, do you actually want to be here, just real quick?"
Goob whispered back
"Nah, Scraos tends to lose me in the crowd so I get bored."
"Good, cuz i'm totally getting kicked out for this. But it's funny."
Goob was watching. Shrimpo runs up to Sprout, and begins to yell in his normal annoying voice. It, actually, didn't sound that bad when he knew it was ironic.
"Hey, STRAWBERRY THING!! I WANT A COOKIE, THESE PASTARYIES, uh, pastaris, fuck. THESE BREAD THINGS SUCK!!!"
Sprout instantly got defensive, as he knew Cosmo was listening around the corner.
"Shrimpo, don't speak like that to the people spending their TIME, their EFFORT, making food for you. Do you kno-"
"SHUT UPP!!!!!! NOBODY GIVES A SHIT ABOUT YOUR 'FOOD', YOU ALWAYS BURN THE EGGS, YOUR PANCAKES ARE NEVER MIXED ENOUGH, AND YOU ALWAYS. FUCK. UP. OUR. ORDERS. WHAT DO YOU EVEN DO? YOU DON'T COOK, YOU DON'T BA-"
"SILENCE, SHRIMPO. I HAVE HAD ENOUGH-"
"I SAID SHUT UP, DUMBASS!!! LITERALLY ASK ANYONE HERE AND THEY WILL TELL YOU, YOU AND COSMO– SUCK!!!!!"
"don't speak about cosmo"
"Oh, shut up will ya? Nobody gives a shit about your SkWaWy cringe behaviors. If you really wanna shut me up, do it yourself, like a MAN-"
And with that, Shrimpo got himself punched straight in the face, surprisingly it was hard enough to break something, since his face was bleeding.
"pfft- get it? Like, like that one assignment in fight club"
Shrimpo mouthed, silently, to Goob... to everyone else, it just looked like he laughed and started doing some bullshit with his mouth. God, he looked stupid, but also... Goob was strangely pissed off at sprout for that.
Two arms wrapped around Sprout and launched him straight into a nearby wall, the slam was fast and hard enough that nobody noticed it until the massive thud, and Sprout dropped. Goob was snarling, but didn't look that aggressive despite having slammed Sprout into a wall.
"Reconsider your actions." was all goob said before picking Shrimpo up, with permission, and leaving.
...
Sprout woke up a week later with a concussion.
...
Goob had actually taken some Cookies from Sprout while he carried Shrimpo, these four cute Bunny Cookies. In the Vents, he passes two to Shrimpo, dried blood all over his face, and ate the other two.
"So, Tyler Durden LARPing now? Wow, shrimp, that's real low on the most Tyler Durden things you could do." Goob wasn't serious, he kinda found the whole thing funny.
"Okay yea but then you had to slam the poor dude inti the wall, how's that remotely 'The Narrator' of you?"
"Remember the guy with the pretty face? 'I felt like destroying something beautiful' or whatever?"
...
"Shit, you're right." Shrimpo admits.
...
"So, these are good, right?" Goob asked, mostly because he liked them.
"Yea, Cosmo can make some good deserts."
"...There really isn't much to do in such a closed-off world, right?" Shrimpo asked, seeming really bored, still.
"Yeah, of course, but why do you ask?"
!(((i dont wanna write anymore lol)))