Wrongly Written - a shrimpo fic

Have A Sweet Night(mare), Shrimpo!

WARNINGS: TRANSPHOBIC IDIOT, CHILD ABUSE, VERY HARMFUL GENDER STEREOTYPES AND HAS DETAILED SENTENCES FOR EACH ACTION FOR SPECIFIC PARTS. PLEASE READ WHEN YOU'RE READY TO 

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Stepping out of the machine, he was blinded by the light

That was his first steps into the 'real' world   

According to the people called humans

Shrimpo didn't understand. He didn't understand what was happening 

"WHATS GOING ON"

He freaked out

The humans tsk'd, the toons didn't utter a word. Looking back, it was surprising that Rodger didn't ask anything during those moments 

The Mains were standing in front of everyone. Along side them was humans who were so-called: 'Toon Handlers'

Shrimpo didn't really remember what they were talking about. Like, at all

All of his thoughts were running around, each taking a turn to worry about

Is anyone missing..?

Is everyone okay?

What are the others thinking about?

And then suddenly, something large grabbed his wrist

It looked a lot like his hand, the only difference was that the larger one had an extra finger

And that hand

Was his handler's 

God he hated that man. He feared him the most

He remembers so many complaints that was about himself. Of course the humans that worked here only listened to the handler

Oh how he wouldn't do what he was told

Being lazy and rude

All Shrimpo tried was to tell his handler of how he was feeling in the moment

But he kept PUSHING Shrimpo on, and on, and on...

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"Would you rather to stay behind in the kitchens and help work with the women?"

Shrimpo didn't know what he meant, but it sounded threatening

"NO!" 

"Then read your GODDAMN SCRIPT—" and then more and more yelling, screaming at his face