hello my fellow hatehugs enjoyers. this is my first story and i hope u enjoy it. ⚠️ there is some gore and self harm in later chapters procced with caution, also some minor swears. ⚠️ :) ENJOY!!!! (Ib: hearts intertwined by sharamatt, go check them...
Warning gore/self harm topics, skip this chapter if u are uncomfortable with that. This is only shrimpos pov aswell
Shrimpo's pov:
After yesterday i could not get to sleep i mean how could i, am i getting soft, are people going to think of me, as someone who is weak and could be pushed around, someone who is putting up some sort of mean perrsonna but im not. Goob is just diffrent and idk why. I close my eyes and try thinking of things i like.... i draw a blank and my mind slowly wanders back to goob and then to the fact i was getting weak as i fell asleep. The next morning i wake up brush my teeth and go to the lobby but somthing was off. The tree was blood red and there was a dim red fog spreading across the lobby making the air thick and hard to breathe. I yelled for anyone but it was silent. I decide to search around the lobby for a little while more till i saw, 🌟⭐warning gore part⭐🌟 Pebbles crushed and sliced with ichor and guts everywhere surounding the tree. I almost cried seing this scene, but then i heard quiet music box music growing louder, i looked up and all of a sudden there were twisteds surrounding me but i knew im not what they were after as they turned away from me. All i could is watch as they went into goobs room and dragged him out of bed i wanted to stop them but my mustles could not move and i tried to yell but no sound came out. All i could do is watch as they all grabed him and slowly ripped him apart in a horrifying gorey scene starting with his arms then his legs then his head as all i could hear were agonising screams and him calling me for help,
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i felt useless. At that point i was bawling trying to stop them but it was too late they threw his remainings on the ground as if he was trash. They started saying all at once "this is what you wanted, you called him trash, garbage and wortless ur words mean everything and you failed. YOU are the worthless one YOU are the living garbage AND YOU WILL NEVER MEAN ANYTHING TO ANYONE. You only leave them ur loved ones behind and its only a matter or time before he feels the sadness from ur coldness, and cruelness. Oh wait he already has, we suggest u figure it out before its too late" they stoped and faded away like they were hallucinations but it felt very real, i just sat there and cried next to goobs magled corpse laying on the floor. I woke up in a cold sweat crying and tense, i truely did not wanna leave by bed. But i wanted to check on goob it was still midnight so i slowly opened my door and entered his room, he left it unlocked. Goob are u in here...? Luckily i saw him and felt a wave of relief hit me like a monster truck. I could not help myself and just hugged him though he was asleep, i felt so comferted with him and i could not move until i aventually fell asleep while resting my head on his neck fur. I dont know what this feeling is, but i dont care, i love it....
