⚠️ erm, more Shrimpo X Twisted Goob, idc how you see it as. friends or something just know that they are being all cute and stuff⚠️

Scraps pov

It's been a week since Shrimpo "died," or I guess... missing because, according to Dandy, he's still alive. During that week, Goobs has been feeling guilty and stayed in our room for the most part, only coming out to ask Dandy to revive Shrimpo again or to eat.

Me and the others debated to either go and try to find Shrimpo or just wait until we can revive him. Of course, we tried to go and find him, but he wasn't on the floor he went missing on. We went lower, but he was nowhere to be found, so we all just agreed to let him die so we could revive him.

Shrimpos pov

I've learned three things from this Goob.

1. He HATES it when I call him Twisted Goob instead of Goob, and I hate to die by not using something's name, so I just started calling him Goob now.

The only problem I see with this is that if Twisted Goob and actual Goob ever meet up (which I doubt), I would have to call him Twisted Goob.

2. 'Goob' might be somewhat conscious? I don't know how to describe it, but over the week, he's been talking more, and his body is less cold. Also, less twitchy.

The problem that came with this one is that now he wouldn't stop touching me! Obviously, like hugging, waist grabbing, and oddly enough fidgeting with my claw- hand thing. Of course, for the first two days, I told him to "quit it!" Or "I HATE HUGS, " but even after yelling at him, he would stop. So after about a week, I dont even notice it anymore.

Except the waist grabs. That always catches me of guard. Especially cuz his hands are cold.

3 'Goob' still acts like a regular Twisted. Anytime he hears noise or me messing up on the machines, he runs over to check if there are any toons.

Which means if any help or just any toon in general comes by us, I might have to restrain him or something, and I HATE taking responsibility.

As of right now, I'm in floor 20, greenhouse. While Im cleaning my metal bat with tissues to get all of the ichor out, Twisted Goob goes to explore the floor. Yes, I brought him to the elevator, and it was hilarious! Anytime the elevator went down, he started shaking and hung onto the side bars for dear life! Not fun part was when he hung onto me that one time, which I don't even care anymore.

I walked around, trying to find machines to complete or just items for future floors. On this floor, there WAS Twisted poppy and Rodger, but my bat took care of that. Weirdly enough, I thought Twisted Goob would care when I bashed another Twisteds head in, but he didn't mind at all.

Being completely honest here. I don't completely hate being twisted. Killing other twisted has helped me find a calm and a nice outlet for my hate. 😇

In fact I think I got nicer. Not that there is anyone here to see that, which I also like!

As I completed the last machine, the elevator opened up, so I started running to it. Even though I actually dont need help anymore, Twisted Goob still pulled me in.

I rolled my eyes and just patted his back "Ok, ok, now just put me down before the elevator -"

The elevator door shut as it started making it way down. Twisted Goob realized this and held me tighter, his body trembling again.

I chuckled. This is never not funny. 🤭

"Ha, alright. You know what to do, just sit down and take some deep breaths." Thankfully, he did what I said and sat down.

"Ok, now let me go."

....

"Ok, Goob, you can let go now." I urged him,

He wasn't listening, again. He always acts like he can't hear me when I say this.

"....I'm cold...." Twisted goob sheepishly said, snuggling his face on top of my head while wrapping his arms around my waist along with my arms....

Shit. Normally, I would have just pushed him away, but now, he knows how to stop me from escaping. I guess at least he's getting a little smarter.

"Yeah, I can tell. But hey, if there's ever a blanket around, I'll get it for you. Or maybe a jacket is better..."

Hm, where would I even find a blanket... actually, scratch that maybe a jacket for Goob would be better...nah, a jacket is much more convenient. And cooler.

"Ok bud, we'll find you a jacket on the next floor, alright?"

....





Oh, of course he fell asleep....I guess it's alright. I can stop myself at yelling at him.

I look at my bat, getting a little excited

I can't wait to kill more twisteds >:]

The elevator ride itself was pretty quiet. The floor we were going to was pretty far down, so we had some time to kill. That got me thinking, I wonder if twisted Goob knows he has a sister and if he would care if I killed her twisted form.

About 5 minutes pass by, and the elevator door opens up, I pat the side of Goobs' face, waking him up, with a dazed look he rubs his eyes and yawns as he walks out the elevator with me.

I hold my metal bat close while Goob walks right behind me.

I take in a deep breath and sigh. What twisted will I get to kill today....