Shrimpo fell asleep about 10 minutes ago, absolutely passed out while hugging one of his pillows

Twisted Goob was already done with the jacket Shrimpo handed him, and he liked the leather-spiked one the best.

He kept that (emo ass) jacket on and looked around Shrimpo's room. The first thing he noticed was the punching bags. Despite his slow speed, his strength made up for it. Even if it didn't matter back when he was a toon, it definitely works now. Anytime a twisted come into view, Shrimpo loves to hit them with his bat or simply beat the living hell out of them with his claws 🙂. He guessed he loved punching stuff even before he got twisted because Shrimpos walls were covered in holes.

The punching bads were heavy. Even with Twisted Goob best pull in with his claws, it wouldn't budge. He got bored with it and went to Shrimpos writing table, nothing much but a paper that said he hated everything. Not that Twisted Goob knew (he can't read)

Twisted Goob then walked to the only thing that seemed interesting in his eyes. The wardrobe. He opened it, expecting to see more emo outfits, but was left very confused.

There were more sleeveless red shirts (that just look like dresses, btw) that much was expected, but... it seemed... oddly feminine?



(Lol 👨‍🦲)

Nahhhh, Twisted Goob brushed it off. Maybe there was just a wardrobe malfunction. He closed it back up, wondering what he should do next...

He stared at the front door, he explored on the other bottom floors, and Shrimpo didn't mind that. It wouldn't hurt to look around.

Twisted Goob shuffled quietly to where Shrimpo was sleeping. He patted Shrimpos' face and whispered, "....I'll.... be back..."

Shrimpos sleeping face scrunched up and turned away "Mm..- I hate you." Shrimpo mumbled, Before going back to quiet snoring.

Twisted Goob took that response as permission and sauntered over to the front door, opening it gently and peaking outside. It was dark, and the kitchen lights were turned off. He smiled. He didn't like the light all that much. He walked around, appreciating how clean it was compared to the other floors. The Tisha here must REALLY like cleaning...

The more he got comfortable, the less he focused on hiding his footsteps. He started walking around like he always did...

Scraps pov

What. the. fuck.

I knew I heard something at the entrance of the kitchen, but I thought it was just Goob being curious!

BUT TWISTED GOOB?! It doesn't make any sense! How did he get up here? Is this one of Dandys' tricks? It has to be, unless Goob twisted... no, he can't. There is no reason for him to-there's no other way.

I hid behind a counter, peaking my head out to see what he- it's doing. I don't know anymore. It looks like Goob to some extent, so I can't bring myself to just leave him.

... I have... I have to bring it to the elevator. I hope Toodles got to her room in time. She doesn't need to see this.

With my tail, I grab a kitchen knife and slowly make my way out of my hiding spot, Twisted Goob wandered off somewhere else, so I'm gonna check up on our room to see if Goobs ok... and then I'm gonna have to hunt this twisted down.

But first, I needed to check up on Goob. It couldn't have been him. Did Shrimpos' disappearance really stress him out this bad-?

I quicked my pace without making too much noise, and my tail held the knife even tighter

I made it to our shared room and opened the door frantically, my eyes focusing on his bed.

"Goob!" I marched over to his bed, shaking him awake

"Ah- what- what?" Goob faltered as he woke up, rubbing his eyes awake.

Scraps sighed in relief, pulling him to a hug, "Thank goodness..."

"H-hey, what's this about?" Goob giggled as he hugged her back

"S-sorry, I thought you twisted. And I'm just so relieved that you are ok, thats all..." she admitted, glancing at the door nervously

"Wait- why would I twist?" His giggling came to a steady stop, his face now filled with worry

"Around the kitchen theres Twisted you and I thought you turned. But I'm just glad that you are ok."

Goobs face furthered with more worry, stood up and locked in.

"What the plan, sis?

Toodles pov

That Mac and cheese was so GOOD!!! Yummy, I can't wait to have more! there should be more left in the kitchen, I know that Ms. Scraps said to stay in my room, but I reallllyyyyyy want some more.

It wouldn't hurt to sneak out to get some more... hehe.

I grab my finished bowl and exit my room as quietly as possible without waking up Mrs. Teagan, as I make my way to the kitchen, I just realized! I can't reach the countertop without help! Maybe I can grab a chair and get it myself, but it would take a while... hm, maybe Ms. Scraps are still there. She might be mad, but hopefully, she will still be willing to give me more mac and cheese.

I skip my way to the kitchen and stop right around the corner to hear.... really heavy footsteps? Wow, some toon must have been really hungry?

I peak the corner to see MR GOOB! He's wearing a weird jacket, but he's really nice, so I bet he would help me!

I run up to him, but the closer I get, the more it seems he got taller? And his fur is all spikey... but that's ok! Maybe it's just because it's so dark!

"Mr Goob!" I exclaimed as I pulled on his arm, I wish I could see his face better cuz I felt him jump a little, hehe...

"Mr Goob, can you help me get more Mac and cheese?" I ask him as trying to drag him to the kitchen

Hm, that's weird... he would have responded by now... and his hands are really cold. Maybe he's sleep walking...?

When we finally reached the kitchen, I switched on the light. I got pulled into a tight hug, forcing me to let go of Mr.Goobs hand. And i was hugged by.... another Mr. Goob?

He had a worried expression on his face as he held me close and whispered, "Hey, are you ok..?" I nodded as Ms. Scraps stepped up, her tail holding Mr. Cosmos sharpest kitchen knife. I turned away from the hug to look at what I was holding hands with and finally noticed...

I was dragging around a twisted. ○ㅁ○°•

Shrimpos pov

That was probably the best sleep I've gotten in awhile.

I wake up, stretching my arms a bit,

"Ok, Goob, let's go...."

Wait, where did he-?

I looked around my room, looking for where Twisted Goob might be until my eyes fixated on my front door, open halfway.

Shit.