Dandys pov

It's so strange...

The latest ichor mission was one week ago, but I've been seeing more Ichor supply lately. Is someone sneaking down to complete them? Nah. No toon likes going down there. Especially so consistently. The elevator has been more active, too.

I mean, I'm not complaining, but I'm sure that this mystery toon has a lot of tapes too 🤑🤑🤑

Maybe the next time they go down I'll give them a little visit with my shop.

Shrimpos pov

A couple hours in being on floor 34, warehouse map. and for the life of me, I can not find a jacket. Damn it.

I mean, I did find a couple, but they were too small for Twisted Goob. I HATE JACKETS. And I HATE SIZES. WHY DOES TWISTED GOOB HAVE TO BE SO TALL!? I need to hit someone...

I sat on the concrete floor, leaning on the fence trying to think of something-

Oh wait a minute... I have some oversized jackets in my room! They should fit!

I stand up, having a boost of confidence from the idea.

But that means I have to go through the gardenview... Going in the night would be best because everyone would be sleeping. but there's always one fatass that would want a midnight snack.

Being stuck in the floors all week made me more reckless, but now I have to be careful if I want to go and get a jacket for Twisted Goob. Worst part is I have to bring him to my room so he can at least try on a couple of them to make sure they fit.

Maybe I can at least put on some bandages to cover my bleeding Ichor. It's not much but it's better than nothing. As for Twisted Goob, I'm gonna just to feed him a bunch of stealth candies.

Determined to get this over with, I finish the machines slowly so it would be midnight by the time the elevator takes up to the garden. As the elevator opens up, I find Twisted Goob and drag him to the elevator

The elevator door closes, and instead of pressing the down button, I press up.

Twisted Goob noticed, tilting his head out of curiosity

"...why up?... we go down, no?"

"Yeah, I know, but the things on the floors aren't as high-quality. I have better things in my room, so we gonna stop by there."

Twisted Goob looked even more confused, "...you have a room?"

"Yeah I have a room, and you have- you had one too. Do you remember? You share it with Scraps." I try to explain, I know its regular Goobs room, but I guess it could count as his room too.

"... Scraps..." He mutters before staring off at the elevator doors.

It's weird. In alot of ways, he acts like normal Goob, but he doesn't remember anything before he got twisted. On the last floor, I tried to name off most the toons, but he didn't recognize it. The name Scraps seems to ring a bell so that's a positive.

"Do you remember what I used to be like?" I asked

He took a minute before answering, "....were you... nice?"

Nope, he does not remember, but I still chuckled at his answer

"Dude, I was the bully toon. No way was I nice, I hate everything and everyone. I'm only tolerable now cuz I have an anger outlet." I pat my metal bat on my back with my claws, it's a nice addition to my inventory.

"Hey, listen to me carefully, ok? Up there, it's gonna be night, and every toon will be sleeping, so we have to be quiet." I reached into my pocket and brought out alot of stealth candies. "Just to be safe, ok? There is always someone who decides to be fat and eat at night. We are just gonna sneak into my room, try on some of my jackets, and go back go back to the elevator."

Twisted Goob took the candy and nodded slowly, staring at the candy in his hand.

As the elevator slowly reached the top it opened up to the view I'm so used to.

Gardenview

I walked out of the elevator, taking in the air I was so familiar with while Twisted Goob leaned his head out a little, then walked out slowly, with caution. taking in the new floor he has 'never' seen before. The elevator door shut and I started putting on some if the bandages to cover up my twisted parts the best I can.



Twisted Goob eats one of the stealth candies and stands next to me, wary of his surroundings.

After I was done, I held onto one of Goobs' claws. "Ok, just stay with me, alright?"

He nodded and held my claw-hand thing tighter. We walked close to the walls, making our way through the dark slowly. My room was on the other side of the hall, with the intersect of the kitchen entrance just separating us from my room. The kitchen light was on, being so used to the dark the light almost seems to make me feel vulnerable, and just like I thought, someone- no two toons were in the kitchen, judging by their footsteps one of them was toodles and the other sounds like a craft sibling... most of the toons sound like their twisted form, but the ones that don't are hard estimates. I look up at Twisted Goob, he's much taller and tougher than regular Goob. I peek my head out slightly to get a better view

Toodles was sitting on the counter watching Scraps make Mac and cheese, both of their backs turned.

Well, at least I know was right. I signaled Twisted Goob to be quick and quiet as we slowly made it across the entrance of the kitchen. Leaving the safety of the dark and into the vulnerable light just for a moment.

"Is origami hard for you? When did you get so good? At it?"

"Heh, you just have to practice. Eventually, if you are REALLY good at it, you can combine two origami pieces to make a bigger origami."

I was able to eavesdrop on their conversation a little. Nothing interesting. But Twisted Goob paused for a second, staring at Scraps until I pulled his hand to snap him out of it. We made it to the other side and kept going.

"Where is Mr. Shrimpo? He hasn't come home at all this week."

....

Damn it, I hate feeling bad, and I can tell Scraps didn't know what to say either. I held Twisted Goobs hand tighter and moved on, until finally we reached my room.

I shut the door quietly as soon as me and Twisted Goob got in. I took a sigh of relief before I collapsed on to floor, looking up at the celling.

I almost feel normal again. I look over at Twisted Goob. He was lying on my bed, probably the nicest thing he has laid down on. Not trying to brag, but my bed is pretty comfortable.

I stand up and go to my closet, as I open it up, I pick up and toss some of the oversized jackets over my shoulder and bring them to Goob

"Ok, try some of these on. They should fit you."

Twisted Goob sat up and picked a random jacket. Sadly, it was a leather jacket from my... emo phase, but when he put it on and zipped it up, it fit him perfectly!

"Hey, I dont completely hate it! How do you feel?" I asked him, somewhat excited for him to try other things on

".......are you sad........?" Twisted Goob looked up at me

"What? Nah, it was just a phase I had." I chuckled awkwardly, "a-anyway, try on these jackets too." I handed him the rest of the jackets and sat down on the bed, watching him wear the other jackets I gave him. At some point I got tired and laid down to sleep a little. Eh, he's figure out what to wear... yawn...

just five minutes....