newgrounds in shambles (CORRUPTION AU)

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Pico sighed, it had been just about a month since he had kept his promise to leave if his corruption got any worse, and it wasn't getting worse, just wasn't getting better.

its all your fault Pico, you let them get captured, you had a chance to save them and you lost, along with all those supplies. Pico honestly ignored the nagging voice but was annoyed at the fact it kept screwing him over with those left behind bags, Captain told him somebody had gone out to retrieve them and succeeded without corrupting themself.

At least there was something to laugh at in his own mind, he also heard other voices, one's telling him to kill unprovoked, to murder everybody and to get away with it.

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn't hear Sanford calling his name, he finally heard it when the grunt screamed hoarsely.

"HEY, NUMBNUTS! CAPTAIN SAID YOU COULD COME DOWNSTAIRS! HE SAID HE WANTED TO SEE IF YOU HAD GOT ANY BETter..-" He grunted after he finished, letting out a wheezing cough, he had gotten sick with a cold and was still trying to overcome it.

Just what we needed. Pico thought sarcastically. Another virus.

He nodded. "Yeah yeah, tell Cap' I'm heading down in a second." To which Sanford let out a muffled cough in response and retreated downstairs. It hadn't even been that long since, why check him now? He threw on a large bathrobe over his clothes, he used to actually wear it for its correct use, now it was only a coverup for his ruined body.

His body slightly spasmed, and his one safe eye widened in fear. The corruption seemed to just come and go when it came to trying to control him, he was okay, for now.

He slid off his bed miserably, awaiting the concerned and annoyed glares he would most likely see. He lumbered out of the room, heading for the stairs, slightly slipping on his own foot as he could only see out of one eye, the other had a magenta haze that made his eyesight disturbingly blurry.

"Ey' Johnson, Pico's down here." Father Dearest remarked as the half corrupt ginger almost fell as he landed on the ground before him.

"DD, told you to stop calling me that— Hey Pico, c'mere, just want to see if you're any better."

"Yeah yeah, get it over with Cap', Sanford told me what you wanted." He hissed distortedly, gasping silently at himself. Captain hesitated checking, but pulled off the cover and sighed.

"At least it's not worse, 'kay you can go, P." Pico nodded, then asked quietly. "Can I get something to eat first?"

"Duh, dumbass, go get something and go back to your room." The sergeant snarked bluntly, heading over to sit on a couch. 

Pico grunted, heading for the doorway to the kitchen. He walked in and noticed Blockhead talking to Salad Fingers and ENA, she had turned up in the month he had been stuck up in his room. He sighed and slipped on his robe, walking past them and opening a fridge with his uninflected hand, grabbing a bottle of water and shutting it with an audible slam.

That alerted ENA and she looked up, her body shifting to black and whites, one eye turning blue and one eye disappearing.

"Oh my god! Pico! He's— he's—" She was then promptly swatted upside the head by Blockhead, who looked at Pico, then Sal, who had grown silent and frowned.

"Hey, be a little less insensitive, Pico can't help it and we dunno how to fix it," He paused, trying to sound less mean. "I know you have those mood swings and how surprising it is that Pico did get half corrupt but please, for the love of god, be quiet- We don't wanna think about it."

ENA's body went back colorful and her voice grew more masculine. "Sincerest apologies, Pico- and Blockhead- I was just—"

"Surprised, yes, we know." Salad intercepted, his voice surprisingly cold. "Let Pico go on with what he was doing.." His voice grew softer and polite again as he apologized to Pico. "I'm sorry, she's a bit strange."

The partially corrupted man was a bit wordless for a moment, but he cleared his throat. "Yeah.. yeah, s'all good man." He turned and opened a cabinet, grabbing a packet of crackers and walking out.

He headed for the stairs, carrying his stuff up to his room and going in, flopping on his bed with a muffled groan. 

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"So, what you're saying, is that I should join you, and help you corrupt the world. Well, what's in it for me, ya lemon faced prick?" An eerie voice echoed off the walls of a cold alleyway.

"Well, I'd give you a humane vessel, so you could live once again." The creature thought for a moment, dark, almost black magenta goop lapped at his heels. "Then perhaps, I'd help you take over again, Buttchamber."

"It's Piconjo to you, shitbrick. Also, even if I did join you, how would I help you corrupt anybody?" The villain ghost snarled.

"Like I said, I'd give you a vessel, idiot." Monster growled, then went on. "Ive already got somebody in mind. What do you think about controlling your formerly biggest enemy's corrupted corpse? I can explain you the pros and cons, if you're interested." His devilish smile grew wider as he explained the proposition. 

"Hm, maybe.. it sounds like a possibly solid plan, how's about we go over those 'pros and cons' like you said?" Piconjo chided, his intrigue peaking.

"But of course, come. We can envision a future with the power in the palm of your hand, and possibly mine." Monster muttered that last part silently, signing for the ghastly ginger before him to follow him. Piconjo nodded and drifted after the lemon headed beast.