it's elementary, my dear shaggy

Zoinks, Scoob, I think I might be in love with a gnome

"Will you please stop crying?!"

Shaggy was admittedly having a pretty bad day. Two of his friends had died in a freak boat accident, then he was put in ghost jail, and on top of that, now there was this very short (but extremely hot) detective shouting at him.

"I'm kind of having a hard time right now, so if you could think of someone other than yourself, that would be great," Shaggy said, voice watery.

The short detective stared at him with disdain, his hazelnut mocha brown orbs sparkling with intellect. "We're all trying to figure out this mystery, and your whining is distracting me from my investigation! Wait--did someone say investigate?" And with that, he was off to explore the room. Shaggy couldn't help but watch his thick and juicy ass as he went. He looked down, ashamed. After a day like this, he shouldn't be feeling this way...

The others, consisting of a teenage witch, a total DILF (though not as hot as the gnome), a mermaid, and some himbo, followed the gnome off to the next room. Shaggy didn't have a choice. The room was freezing, and Shaggy shivered. He wished the gnome would come and warm him up--no, he couldn't think like that! He didn't even know the gnome's name--

"Sherlock, no!" the teenage witch cried as the himbo punched the gnome--Sherlock, Shaggy thought dreamily--and his nose fell off. Somehow, his attractiveness was not diminished by the fact that he was missing a nose. However, Shaggy couldn't forget the way Sherlock had verbally abused him during a time of pain. Shaggy knew he couldn't form a relationship on the grounds of anger, or else it would surely come back to haunt him.

But it was admittedly hard to resist. As they continued through the castle, Shaggy couldn't help but be entranced by the gnome's superior intellect. Just when Shaggy thought he might find the gnome bearable, Sherlock went on and bullied him again. "Jesus, would you please shut up?"

Shaggy had had enough. "How dare you!" he shouted, his stormy greenish-blue Mediterranean sea-colored teal orbs glittering with unshed limpid tears. "I thought we were becoming friends, but now it's clear you don't care for me at all, when all I want to do is help! I--I--I love you, Sherlock!"

"Oh," said Sherlock, watching as Shaggy cried. He could hear the pain and anguish in his voice; had he actually caused this? He didn't hate Shaggy; no, he didn't even dislike him...in fact, he might even...love him?

But it was too late. Shaggy had already left the room, escaping to who knows where. Sherlock's legs were only so long, and it was only a matter of time before he lost Shaggy. The halls twisted left and right, and Sherlock used his extremely impressive and amazingly accurate sleuthing skills to find Shaggy's trail.

"Shaggy!" the gnome called in relief once he found the taller male. But Shaggy didn't respond. "...Shaggy? Are you alright?"

But it wasn't Shaggy anymore. When he turned around, all Sherlock could see was his eyes; no longer a beautiful shade of greenish-blue Mediterranean sea-colored teal. Instead, they were black.