Gore and a lil bit of twisted goob and shrimpo 👁👅👁

I stare at my reflection, still almost in shock. No way. There is no way this is real.

I looked at my clawed hands again. Anger started to boil my blood, balling my fist up, eager to hit something.

I'm a twisted. A literal monster that does nothing but KILL THINGS.

I kick a nearby table, papers scattering everywhere as the glass vase on it shatters everywhere on the floor. Twisted boxten turned the corner, comeing towards the noise.

Just seeing another twisted made me snap, I ran and launched my fist straight into twisted boxtens face

CRUNCH-

the purple box cracked open. The ichor spilling out everywhere

CRUNCH-

Shrimpo landed another punch, right on the face, then again, and again until his whole face was shattered and only his body remained.

Shrimpo stared at the scene with no regret, taking In a deep breath, now feeling calmer then ever. He flexed his numb hands, and went back to extracting ichor. He actually felt much better now... much better...

One hour later

I STILL HATE THIS.

It's great and all that I have immunity from the other twisteds, but it's probably because they are brainless idiots! Besides, I still have Dandy to worry about and... the other toons in general. How would they react if they saw me like this?! Probably kill me instantly, or just run away.

Shrimpo angerly stomped around, just kicking and punching things. Occasionally, a twisted would come in to see the noise but would mind their own business. He didn't want another boxten situation...

"Whatever. I have to get off this floor anyway. It's driving me mad, I HATE BEING MAD." Shrimpo completed the last machine unlocking the elevator.

Shrimpo reluctantly walked in, bitter about being in the elevator "I hate the elevator..." He fussed

But his time alone in the elevator snapped him back to reality. maybe being alone won't be that bad?

The elevator door opened up, it was the projector room (his most hated room out of his hated rooms)

He walked right in, noticing twisted razzle dazzle, he smirked and ran all over their inner circle. As expected, they jumped up to catch a toon but was confused by the lack of them.

"Idiots." Shrimpo chuckled before walking out and walking elsewhere, feeling much better.

While walking around, he noticed a baseball bat on the floor, still in relatively good condition he picked it up and liked the weight of it, even swinging it a couple of times. He smirked as he put the bat the the strap on his back. Deciding to carry it while exploring. It might come in handy...

Shrimpo hummed a little song while closing his eyes a little to enjoy the feeling of not getting chased.

Until bumped into something- "Ugh- HEY WATCH IT."

Shrimpo opened his eyes, about to reach for his bat, glaring at whatever bumped into him.

And twisted Goob stared at him back, curiously tilting his head to the side, his eyes following Shrimpo's every move

Shrimpo lowered his hand as he continued to glare at him before walking around Twisted Goob, still keeping eye contact before he went around a corner and walked elsewhere.

Shrimpo couldn't help but notice how cold Twisted Goob was, even from that quick second of bumping into him, his body was so cold. It worried Shrimpo a little- wait WHAT?

Shrimpo snapped out of it, he doesn't care. So what if he's cold, it's probably nothing.

I HATE CARING ABOUT OTHER TOONS.

He angrily stomped up the small set of stairs and walked towards the big screen, playing old episodes of the past.

He threw the bat to the side and then himself on one of the beanbags and gazed up at the screen. Everyone had a stupid smile on their face, solving their problems with 'friendship' and shit like that. He recoiled at the corny scene and just stared at the ceiling, bored and tired from walking all day.

I hate this place. Absolutely nothing to do. Shrimpo's mind started to think, to wonder if anyone would come to maybe check up on him.... nah, no way in hell is anybody coming. He sighed in disappointment but ultimately accepted it. he finally started to relax, he slowly drifted off to sleep. He got maybe about 10 minutes of sleep before he felt cold hands wrap around his waist and pull him off the beanbag, then right into a tight, freezing hug. He face-planted right onto soft fur, muffling his words to let him go.

He was already caught off guard by the waist snatch itself, but as the other events followed, he froze, trying to process it. But one thing is for sure he knew who the culprit was.... Twisted Goob.

Shrimpo looked up, met with twisted Goob looking down back at him.

".......warm........" it mumbled as the twisted toon held shrimpo closer

Shrimpo was weirded out. As much as he would LOVE to push and shove him away, just like how he did with normal Goob, but his gut told him not to try anything yet...

"Uh, yeah? I'm warm... mhm...." Shrimpo awkwardly responded, trying to ignore how FREEZING twisted Goobs body was.

I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS. GET ME OUTTA HERE. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS GUY! HES WORSE THEN GOOB. I DIDNT KNOW THAT WAS POSSIBLE

AHHHHH PUNCH IT, PUNCH IT!!!¡!!¡!

Shrimpo started breaking a sweat, he absolutely HATED hugs. Now he is seriously considering to yell at him. Twisted Goob smiled, swinging Shrimpo side to side gently

"Ok that's enough, stop it- I hate hugs." Shrimpo shoved Twisted Goobs face away. Resulting in him loosening his grip, letting Shrimpo back away.

"....friend...?"

Get. me. out of here >:(

Btw here's the new cover, I hope yall like it 🤭🫂🫶