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Part 5 : Good People

Angst
TW: self harm

It had been a while since.. that happened.

Shrimpo went back to being his much expected self, as to not draw any attention to him and Goob.

Goob still visited for daily hugs and cuddles. Shrimpo didn't need to say he liked them, since Goob could see right through him already. The way he reacted was so cute to him, after all.

It was one night that Goob came in at the wrong time.

There was a medkit opened on Shrimpo's bedside table, and he was trying to cover up his clearly self-inflicted wounds along his left arm. He paused when he saw Goob enter.

" ...You're supposed to KNOCK! "

Goob was frozen, before rushing over to make sure he was okay.

" Forget that, what are you doing!? "

He subconsciously raised his voice for the first time in forever. His tone felt protective and worried at the same time... it was endearing.

" I'm TRYING to help mysel- "

Goob just helped finish up the bandaging, then hugged him, abruptly cutting him off... get it? (Hahaha-)

" ..Stop caring. I hate when people care... "

" Too bad! "

He hugged Shrimpo as if he were a lifeline. As if he was genuinely scared of losing him. Which.. was true. Shrimpo tried to convince himself that that mindset was weak, but... he'd feel the same way, wouldn't he?

No. He's not weak. Goob can screw off.

" Now where are the blades.. "

Goob quickly rushed around in his drawers, picking up all he could find. Shrimpo sat there, frozen, watching, until he finally got up and tried to stop him.

" STOP! Don't you DARE- "

Goob was checking all his drawers, all his hiding spaces. As if he'd done this before... what?

" Dont YOU dare! This isn't healthy..! "

He piled up all he could find in his hand. There were approximately 8 razors.

..Shrimpo realized he really couldn't stop him. Maybe this would be good for him, anyway. Maybe he should just accept the help.

He crossed his arms.

" ..Don't help me. That's stupid. You're a loser, you know that, right? "

" If it means protecting you, then sure. Call me whatever. You are NOT doing this to yourself..! "

...

" Fine. Whatever. But you can't stop me from collecting. "

Shrimpo just looked away. He hated this. He hated Goob. He hated how Goob tried to protect him. It wasn't a big deal, he's been doing it since he can remember!

But Goob knew this whole time. He just didn't have any opportunity to look around until now.

He felt satisfied with himself.

He didn't have the heart to get angry at Shrimpo, and he knew that he didn't need discipline now. Not when he's been struggling for so long, it'd just make things worse.

He quickly ran out, disposing of them in some unknown location before coming back in. Shrimpo was NOT happy whatsoever.

But he was just trying to protect him.. what did he do wrong?