Dandy's World Stuff (Mostly One-Shots)

Have I Gone Wrong? (P2) (Shrimpo Centric + Fluffyshrimp)

Tw// Suicide attempts, self degradation, chronic pain, SH, Overstimulation, panic attacks, mentions of SA/r*pe and Stalking.

A/N: WE'RE BACK BITCHES. UUUH yeah the last one was short cause I was literally writing it at midnight and i got eepy. I wanna write more Fluffyshrimp but Shellstarvision has also been wracking my brain :3 also fun fact that name was supposed to be a place holder but I forgot to change it oops

Btw I'm not the best with responses but I really do appreciate all the kind words with my.last chapter /gen))

Shrimpo woke up with a groan. His joints ached.

He sat up. Looking at his barren, empty room.

Last night's events replayed in his head. He groaned. Wanting to completely disappear.

He walked out of his room. Deciding maybe some breakfast would clear his head.

Luckily. The kitchen was clear. So he could quickly make his breakfast by himself.

At some point Shelly and Vee started talking. It started giving Shrimpo a headache.

Thankfully he finished quickly and just shoved past Shelly and Vee.

He went into the Lobby. It was early enough that no one else was out there.

He sat on the ground by the tree. As much as he hated the texture of grass.

He ate his eggs and toast in silence. Enjoying not being overstimulated with constant noises for once.

A part of him wanted to just take a nap here. The environment was so much calmer than his room.

But chances are Toons would be waking up soon. And he's get overstimulated because of all their chattering.

Or worse.

He didn't dwell on the thought long. Opting to go back to the elevator.

He went back to the Toon Rooms. Where a few Toons were walking out of their rooms.

Shrimpo simply walked past them. Going into his room.

He shut the door behind him. All the chattering from the rooms around him nearly made him nauseous.

He clenched his claws over his head. Trying to block out all the noises and voices.

Tears started welling in his eyes as he started bleeding from his own claws.

Why couldn't everyone just shut up!?

He grabbed the air horn on his bedside and blared it for a few seconds.

After a few seconds of silence. The noises and voices started getting louder.

He started hyperventilating. His chest hurt. He couldn't breathe.

Goddamn it.

Damn every room on this floor.

Damn his claws digging into his face.

Damn whatever God made him this way.

Damn that revival machine.

Shrimpo started getting frustrated. He got up from his bed. Walked over to a wall and smashed his head against it.

He looked at the indent on the wall. Squinting one of his eyes due to Ichor dripping over it.

It wasn't enough.

He could still hear everything.

He bashed his head against the wall again.

And again.