Soft B!tch || Dandy's World

The Worst Toon Ever

Another day, another painfully LONG, absurdly STUPID expedition into the facility of Gardenview, stuck with a couple of BRAINLESS KNOBS... that's what Shrimpo had running through his mind as he stood in the shuttering elevator. He HATED elevators. More than he hated most toons, and he DESPISED those damn toons.

The shrimp kicked his feet against the floor, waiting impatiently for the doors to open so he could get the suffrage of another floor done and over with. The constant blabbering coming from the colorful cast of characters around him infuriated him, why the hell did he even agree to this?! He barely contributed to anything even if he tried, every little finite detail about these trips overwhelmed him, and the worst part... the part he couldn't stand the MOST. Was Goob. That soft pathetic plush of a toon pissed. Him. Off. His shrill voice, his energy, and his complete lack of boundaries along with his strange obsession with giving out hugs like candy.

After what felt something like an eternity, the squeaky doors of the elevator opened up once more, greeting the group with another dimly lit floor...

"Watch your step, call for me if you need any help!" Goob chirped as he scurried right out onto the floor, his lack of self-preservation obvious with his loud steps.

"'Call for me if you need help...!' yeah right." Shrimpo grumbled angrily to himself, slowly stepping towards a machine.

He watched from afar as Goob herded the Twisteds like sheep, leading them away from any place that had any chance of becoming populated. Shrimpo didn't get it, why would that blockhead willingly put his life on the line for a group that most likely wouldn't spare a second glance at him if he was in trouble?!

Thoughts ran through his mind as he attempted to extract, he was tired of thinking, he HATED thinking. He hammered his head onto the machine repeatedly... sure, the bruises and headaches that followed sucked, but having to THINK was even worse!

Before Shrimpo knew it, his machine was filled, the red light flickering to a green, and the elevator doors reopened. The other toons rushed to get inside before the countdown ticked to 0, Shrimpo sure did try, but his legs could only carry him so far so fast... he wheezed as he lost the energy to run, feet away from the elevator. God, wouldn't this be an embarrassing way to die? Getting locked out of the elevator because you're too slow to get in?

Luckily for him, Goob reached out and grabbed onto his torso, pulling him inside right before the doors shut tight.
Shrimpo stared at Goob for an awkward moment of silence, before coming to terms with his situation and beginning to thrash about.

"WHAT THE- WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! PUT ME DOWN, JACKASS!" He screamed like a banshee, before Goob dropped him. Shrimpo fell onto his ass.
"Sorry, Shrimpo," Goob said with a grin. "I didn't want to lose you so early, I did what I had to do, haha!"
Shrimpo growled. He HATED Goob.

Back at the ground floor, whilst the other toons were chatting it up about current life events, Shrimpo was in his room, beating his poor punching bag.

"Damn toons... damn elevator... damn machines..." He spoke through his gritting teeth, landing blow after blow onto the bag. "I HATE IT HERE!"

He landed a final kick to the bag before it fell to the floor, a bit of the ceiling coming down with it. Shrimpo stared, enraged.

"FUCK!"

He stomped onto the punching bag one last time... he was just about to lay down on his bed to decompress until a frantic knocking was heard.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"

"Are you okay, Shrimpo?!" Shit. It was Goob.

"GO AWAY! I'M FINE!" He replied with increasing annoyance, he HATES being bothered. Despite Shrimpo's assurance, Goob barged into the room anyways.

"Are you suuuuuuure?" Goob replied, with increasing concern as he studied the state of Shrimpo's dump of a room. "Your room is crazy messy, if I were Tisha I'd lose it!"
Shrimpo glared at the fluffy craft, his balled up fists shaking with the rage he felt. Goob meant well, but his care was directed to just the wrong guy...
"If you need help cleaning, I can-"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" Goob was interrupted by Shrimpo's angered yelling, which quickly shut him up. "I DON'T WANT YOUR HELP, EITHER! I HATE YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU DO!"

He stomped towards the toon in his doorway, sticking out a finger and poking Goob several times in the chest.

"I don't need your PITY, I don't need your ASSISTANCE, and I don't need YOU to KEEP BOTHERING ME. GET OUT!"

Before Goob could get another word in, the shrimp's door had slammed in his face. He frowned, another attempt to get closer to the toon thwarted... maybe next time.
Shrimpo sprawled himself back onto his bed, he needed a breather after that one! He looked back up at the door, scowling...

Late in the afternoon, Shrimpo finally got the energy to leave his room, and possibly get a snack.

He rummaged through the fridge the toons shared, most if not all of the boxes and bags of food already had a name label on them. Usually that didn't persuade him to not eat them, but he really didn't want the others to get on his ass for that right then. He slammed the door to the fridge... was he really going to have to make his own food? He was just about to prepare to make a meal, that is, until he heard a voice all too familiar to him...

"Hey, Shrimpo!" Goob. "Are you feeling any better? I'm real sorry I bothered you!" The shrimp felt his eye twitch, did Goob never know when to quit?! Shrimpo was about to blow up on the plush again... until he started talking.

"I felt SUPER bad that I made you so angry, sooo I got you something!" Goob held up a box of chocolate with his floppy arms. He stared up at Goob in bewilderment.

"Seriously? Chocolate?" Goob frowned.

"Do you hate chocolate too?"

"No- YES! I DO!" Shrimpo sputtered, the shock from the kindhearted gift wearing off. "BUT I'LL TAKE THE FREE FOOD ANYWAYS!"

He ripped the box of chocolate from Goob's hands. The plush grinned stupidly as the other "reluctantly" took the gift. He giggled at his reaction before running off.
Shrimpo stared at the box of chocolate, receiving such a sweet gift as an apology made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside... IN A BAD WAY, OBVIOUSLY. He gripped onto the box tightly before walking back to his room, this would satiate him for now.

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A/N; Wow, my first fanfic! This is like, super exciting!! Please let me know if you have any criticism to give ^_^