Dandy's World Stuff (Mostly One-Shots)

Deserved (Fluffyshrimp)

TW: Self-Harm, Depression, PTSD, Implied SA, Mentioned abuse, Self loathing

A/N: Not me projecting onto a fucking shrimp lmfao anyways hhhhh vent thing. Sorry for all the Fluffyshrimp fanfics their just my favorite little critters :3))

Shrimpo suddenly grew really really weak.

At first Dandy thought he was trying to get out of doing his elevator run.

But it became obvious quick he actually was unwell.

He refused to leave his room. More than usual. Even Goob could barely get him to talk.

He seemed like he couldn't move his arms. It was hard to tell with how he kept himself bundled up.

A few Toons suggested killing him to see if reviving him could work. But Goob insisted it was just a cold! It'll go away!

But it didn't.

Not when weeks passed.

After a month. Goob finally decided he has to find out what's wrong.

And more importantly how to help and fix it!

Goob creaked open the door. Immediately flicking a light on.

He shut the door behind him and walked over to Shrimpos bed.

Shrimpo was glaring at him. Seemingly upset he turned the light on. Or maybe he woke him up.

Goob picked up the angry Toon. Trying to resist the urge to giggle at how he looked like an angry caterpillar.

"Come on, Shrimpo! You can't stay bundled up in here forever!" Shrimpo tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

Goob sighed. Sitting on the bed. "Okay okay... We can stay in your room... But... What's wrong...?"

Shrimpo looked over at him. "...Nothing..." Goob huffed. Hugging Shrimpo "Come on, I'm not an idiot! I know something fishy is going on!"

Shrimpo didn't look amused. But he didn't seem to mind the hug. He huffed "Just let me sleep..."

Goob pulled him away from his body. Holding him like you would a cat. "Where does it hurt?"

Shrimpo looked confused "...Huh?" "You're sick, right? Where does it hurt?" Shrimpo huffed "I'm not sick!"

Goob tilted his head "Well I doubt you're faking it. You've been cooped up for months! What's wrong?"

"I'm... FINE!" Shrimpo swung his arms out in exaggeration.

With the blanket off of him. His arms were visible.

Faint black cuts where visible. As well as some much more recent, maybe only hours old cuts traced his arms.

Goob gasped a bit "Wha- What happened...!?" Shrimpo paused. Realizing what he did.

He grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around himself. "N-Nothing...!"

Goob gently scooped Shrimpo back up. Setting him in his lap so he could look at him.

"Shrimpo... What are those cuts from...?" Shrimpo curled further into the blanket "Uhm... Twisteds...?"

"Unless Twisteds are coming up here that isn't right. Can you please tell me the truth?"

Shrimpo paused. Looking up into Goobs eyes. He couldn't ever resist his puppy dog eyes.

"...I did it..." Goob wasn't expecting that answer. He thought another Toon had hurt him. "...Why...?"

"I uhm..." He knew this reasoning would sound stupid to Goob. But lying wouldn't help him anymore. "...I deserve it."

Goob was even more confused "...Why do you think that...?"

Shrimpo couldn't look Goob in the eyes anymore. "...My handler told me so..."

Goob fell silent.

Every Toon had a Handler. These Handlers were humans.

Their jobs were simple. They watched over the Toons and entertained them if the children were busy.

They were responsible for their safety and care. Why would one say something so cruel?

Goob hugged Shrimpo gently. "You don't... I don't know why they lied to you. But they did. You're a good toon Shrimpo."

Shrimpo relaxed into the hug. Almost going limp. "...It always made me really jealous that your Handlers treated you so nicely."

Goob stroked Shrimpos cheek. "Is that not all they did to you...?" Shrimpo shook his head.

"They Uhm... Used to hit me a lot. And used to have me do weird stuff... I remember once another Handler walked in... I think it was Poppy's. And I never saw them again."

Goob let Shrimpo finish. He knew better than to ask for more details. He wasn't the brightest but he could recognize abuse.

"...Shrimpo... That sounds like abuse. Your Handler abused you... How didn't the other handlers notice...?"

That last part wasn't really meant for Shrimpo. He wouldn't know the answer to that.

"Well... Since I was... Mean... I wasn't allowed near the other Toons. So I had to spend most of my time with my Handler..."

Goob rubbed Shrimpos back lovingly. "The fact you were mean doesn't mean you deserve that."

Shrimpo unintentionally dug his claws into Goobs back "...I do though... She was right..."

Goob kissed Shrimpos forehead. "No. She wasn't. She was wrong. You're a good toon Shrimpo."

Shrimpo glared at him. "No I'm not. And we both know it."

Goob huffed. "If you weren't a good Toon  why'd I be here?" "Because you're a good toon."

Goob kissed Shrimpos cheek "Maybe I am. But I don't give every Toon kisses like that. Do I?"

Shrimpo chuckled. "Well... I- I guess..." Goob smiled warmly at this.

"I don't do this for every Toon either!" He started peppering Shrimpos face, neck and shoulder in kisses. Making him laugh even harder.

"Okay! Alright! I get it!" Goob pulled back. But not before giving him a peck on the lips.

Goob plopped down on Shrimpos bed. Still holding him close.

Shrimpo didn't seem to mind this. Enjoying the warmth Goobs soft fur brought.

"...We'll need to talk about what happened more eventually." Shrimpo let out a quiet groan like sound "...I know..."

Goob kissed his cheek "But it can wait. You look like you haven't slept in a while."

Shrimpo huffed "Rude..." But Goob wasn't wrong. Shrimpo hadn't slept in a while. And he was exhausted.

He let his body relax in Goobs hold. And for the first time in a while he wasn't scared.

He drifted off to sleep quickly. Feeling warm and content.

Goob was glad when he heard Shrimpos quiet snores. Knowing he couldn't be in pain in his sleep.

He started drifting off to sleep. Smiling warmly as he fell asleep purring.