.Shrimpos pov

After Dandy left, I walked over to Twisted Goob, medkit in hand.

He was still sitting in the corner, but his bleeding stopped, so that's a plus.

I sat down in front of him and opened the medkit. I grabbed his claw first and started wrapping around the bandage around the stab wound.

It was silent, mostly just the sound of bandages being used or the occasional peep from Twisted Goob.

"Scraps gave you a hard time?" I tried to break the silence, but he only nodded while avoiding eye contact.

I get it. As much as I'm mad at him, I probably should have done more to keep him from wandering off. It's still his fault, tho 😡

After I was done with his hand, I moved onto his head injury. But because he's so tall I had to bring his head down and kneel so I can be as precise as I can.

While I was bandaging his head, he kept looking at me weirdly and intern I frowned at him. I guess I just feel more irritated because I haven't killed a twisted in the last 24 hours.

It's odd when I actually think about it. When I was a toon, I would never actually hurt anyone physically. I just got all the hate out by telling them I hate them. But now, killing doesn't even phase me.

Which reminds me, I would totally bash Finn with my bat. (I still hate everyone🦐🥊)

By the time I was done with that thought, Twisted Goobs' head was fully bandaged.

"Alright there you go. If you hate the way it looks, don't worry, I hate it too."

As he felt around the bandage, he turned his gaze back to me, with that weird ass look again.

I glared right back at him, raising an eyebrow, "What?"

He stayed like that for a minute before he leaned in closer, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me into a hug.

I didn't mind. He just got into a knife fight and probably wanted some comfort. I sighed and hugged him back, patting his back gently so he knew he's ok now. We stayed like that for a while, the only thing breaking the silence being the hum of the elevator.

Twisted Goob nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, which was new- he usually just rested his head on top of mine, but this is fine... I think. It was comfortable enough, and there was still a couple of minutes until the elevator reached our floor, so I tried falling asleep to pass the time.

But he is really rubbing up on me. Like he won't stay still. But thankfully, after a minute, he settled down. Still annoyingly all up on my neck.

I took a sigh of relief. Relaxing so I can get some sleep...

Chomp.

My eyes snapped open as I felt a sharp bite on my neck, right where Twisted Goob was resting. Obviously, I pulled away, thank goodness my skin was tough enough to not get ripped off.



I stared as Ichor started leaking from the bite mark, I glared up at Twisted Goob as he looked back at me like HE DIDNT JUST BITE ME.

"What. The. HELL." I kept glancing at him and at the bite mark, trying to get him to connect to two and two together.

"........yummy......."

○□○°• WHAT THE HELL DID HE JUST SAY? Twisted Goob is gonna eat me while I sleep, I just know it.

He opened his arms back again, probably expecting a hug. Obviously, I frown and shook my head aggressively, so he knows I DO NOT wanna hug him. He lowered his arms, disappointed.

I stood close to the elevators doors, waiting for it to open already, then two claws grabbed my waist and dragged me into a hug. As I was about to say something Twosted Goob beat me to it.

"....sorry about the... thing..." He apologized quietly, even if it is lackluster. I guess the important part is he tried.

"It's fine. Just don't do that again, alright?" I smiled and leaned into the hug. In return, he tighter the hug.

Chomp. 😋