Uhhh like gore (aka ichor) and (terrible) fighting

Shrimpo jumped out of bed and grabbed his bat immediately. After checking if he had everything, he was about to grab the door handle and leave but then stopped.

If he just leaves now, that means they would know what he is. A Twisted and bandages won't do the trick in hiding him a all.

He looked around his room, looking for something that might work in hiding him better.

A box.

It's not flattering at all, but it doesn't matter right now.

Scraps pov

My hands are shaking so much, I'm actually gonna try and fight it. Right now, it's blocking the entrance to the kitchen, which is the only exit for Goob and toodles.

I need it to focus on me for those two to escape, j-just enough time for them to get backup.

I swallow my fear and glare at the twisted, it's staring at me. Even with the lights off, I can see its unbearable bloodshot eyes.



It raises its arms, preparing to grapple on to someone, I rush to the left side, so it's targeting me instead of Goob or toodles. It launches its claws and grabs my arm, ready to pull me back to it. Out of pure panic, my tail stabs the knife on the back of the claw, causing the twisted to shriek. Its claws dig into my arm before it lets go, causing me to wince in pain as well.

It stares at its injured hand, watching the Ichor pore out before turning its head to me with some kind of sadness.

I glance at the knife, now dripping with Ichor, if course I feel bad. It looks like my brother, but now I know thing can get hurt. And maybe if I can get it to shriek again, some other toon would hear and come here.

But from here, I can't really do much damage, so I have to get closer. I have to let it pull me in.

It prepares it claws again, getting ready to grab me again. My tail hands over the knife to my hand, and I get ready.

Despite the knife being in clear sight, it launches its claws and grabs onto my waist, I start feeling my feet slip off the floor, being pulled in at an accelerating pace. But as soon as I got close enough, I raised the knife and slashed it across the left side of its face.

It shrieked again and threw me across the kitchen, onto the cabinet, I barely was able to land on my feet as there was a radiating pain on my back. I looked up and watched as the twisted held the left side of its face, trying to stop the bleeding

Ichor spilled from its eyes. It hunched over and backed away us, but it was still in the way of the exit.

I slowly looked down at the knife again, and down at my hand... all covered in ichor.

Then I hear crying. I turn my head to the corner of the kitchen. There, Toodles was crying her heart out while Goob tried his best to keep her calm and hugging her tight.

She was starting to cry louder and louder. I have to finish the job quickly before the twisted turns it's attention to them.

I suck up the pain and dig through my pockets to get my emergency bandage. I applied it the best I could without using my other hand, but that was difficult.

The twisted was starting to get used to the pain, but it was still distracted, I had to strike now.

Even if the bandage wasn't fully done, I couldn't miss my chance. I rushed in, the knife ready to plunge into its stomach. I close my eyes for impact, prepared to be soaked in ichor.

CLANK





I struggled against the hard metal like surface, I opened my eyes to see a figure with a cardboard box to hide their face. Through the eye hole, we make eye contact as they stare at me with a familiar hatred.

I try to analyze the figure more, trying to recognize the clothes or anything, but as soon as I did so they swung the bat, knocking me off balance. I thought I was about to get hit, but the figure quickly retreated, taking Twisted Goob with them.

They were heading to the elevator-! I tried standing up, but my legs were giving out on me.

"Sis! Are you ok?" Goob asked as he rushed over to me, with toodles right by his side.

"I-I'm fine....Goob listen. You are so much faster than me. I need to know who that boxhead is."

Goob looked at where they escaped to and hesitated, "But you are hurt! I can't just leave you alone like this."

"Goob! Listen to me, just go! Before they leave." But Goob wouldn't listen. He kneeled down next to me, holding my arm with the half-done bandaid.

"Goob, im ok just go I don't want Toodles to see me like this-" I look to Goobs side expecting a little 8-ball but she wasn't there, infact she wasn't even in the room anymore.

Goob looked around as well, horror starting to fill his eyes

"Goob. It's ok, please just find Toodles. I'll be alright."

Goob stood up, looking up at the exit of the kitchen.

"Ill be right back..."

Shrimpo's pov

I cut out two eye holes onto the box and scribbled on a frown. Yes, I'm desperate, and as much as I HATE the box, I don't want any of the toons to realize what I become. Would they even feel bad? Or would they treat me just like any other twisted...

I put on the box and ran out of my room, bat in hand. I hear a shriek in the distance, and some crying too. I sprint towards it, It sounds like he's in the kitchen.

I slow down and peak the corner. There he is. He's hunched over and ichor is all over the place...

I sigh and walk towards him, but there's some other toon that's also going towards him. I quicken my pace, walk to a sprint.

I jump in, bat first, which I'm glad I did. The bat blocked a knife that would have gone through my chest. The strength behind it wasn't weak either. I look up at the toon with the knife. She had every intention to kill whoever she hit.

We make eye contact, but she quickly turned her gaze to my body. I'm guessing she's trying to guess who I am. With her distracted, I push and swing the bat as hard as I could to knock her over.

I dont even check if she was disarmed, I look over to Twisted Goob and held his hand to lead him out to the elevator.

I hate this so much, especially because I know damn well I could have prevented it. But that doesn't matter. In a span of a minute, we make it to the Gardenview center and haul Twisted Goob into one of the elevators.

Now all we had to do was wait for the doors to close.

Twisted Goob sat down in the corner, both if his claws on the left side of his face. He was bleeding profusely and needed a medkit fast.

That's alright. We usually get lucky and find medkits easily. My vision was starting to fog up, I didn't even realize it until now. I took off the stuffy box and took a deep breath, it was nice being able to breath again-

"Mr Shrimpo!"



...

My heart sank. I turn my head slightly and took a glance outside the elevator doors.

There stood toodles. She was out of breath but still had enough to yell my name.

But before she could get any closer

SHUT

the elevator doors closed.

I sighed, I'm relieved but also worried. Toodles saw me. She saw me. Fuck, I hate this. I should have waited to take of the box until the door closed.

The elevator was quiet, we had alot of time considering the fact that we were going back down to floor 36.

Then... the elevator hatch opened. Then popped out dandy.

"Oh-OHH, WHOA OK-" Dandy exclaimed, surprised. I would be too if I were him.

"Oh, ok- uh so... Shrimpo, you still alive and kicken huh? You two caused alot of noise up there."

I nodded, "let me guess, tapes?"

"Exactly that! And look, I have something you definitely need." Dandy smiled and pulled up a medkit. "100 tapes."

I grabbed up 100 tapes and handed it over. "Hey, mind doing me a favor."

"Might cost ya but I'm listening. Dandy tilted his head, with a weird smile.

"Cover for us yeah? The craft siblings and Toodles saw us."

"Hmm, how much are you offering."

I went through the bag on my belt thingy and pulled up a bag "1000 tapes-"

"Done." Dandy snatched it up and pulled a lever on the bottom of his table

"Byeeeeee, see you later alligator." Dandy waved off with a big smile on his face.

I HATE EVERYONE.