Soft B!tch || Dandy's World

YTMASFTR? 2: Electric Boogaloo

Early in the morning, Shrimpo was so RUDELY awakened by somebody barging into his room making an unnecessary ruckus... and he could probably guess who. Lifting his head up from his pillow, he saw Goob's face right up in his.

"GAH! PERSONAL SPACE, WOULD YOU?!" The shrimp screeched as he backed up into his wall, that plush nearly gave him a heart attack! He gripped onto his shirt as he waited for his heart to stop pounding, but it never did. Shrimpo always felt anxious around that nuisance.

"Oopsie, sorry Shrimpo!" Goob playfully stuck his tongue out, taking a few steps back from the bed. "Are you ready to hang out again?"
Shrimpo glared at Goob, pissed beyond belief at the nature of his awakening, but also envious at how energetic the plush could be this early in the morning.

"Give me a damn minute, I just woke up." Shrimpo hopped out of his bed, kicking his coat rack out of the way as he tiredly stumbled out of the room. Goob followed close behind.

"Where are we going?" The plush had noticed they were walking towards the elevator, there was no way in hell SHRIMPO willingly wanted to do a run, so the curiosity of their destination set in.

"The diner." Shrimpo was scowling the entire time, some toons assumed his perma-scowl was because he was always angry, others assumed it was a nasty case of resting bitch face.

The doors opened up to reveal the center's only functional diner, there were others... but due to the complications of the facility closing down and more problems relating to the weird violent clones, the different diners were out of commission.

"Aren't you... permanently banned for consistently starting fires?" Goob tilted his head as they stepped out, in return Shrimpo scoffed.

"Yeah- well- WHO CARES?! They can't stop me! I'm Shrimpo! I'm the best!" His head was held high as he stomped behind the counter into the kitchen, grabbing several bags of something and walking right back to Goob. "Go. Get back in."

Goob looked utterly flabbergasted as he was kicked back into the elevator again. "What're we even doing? What's happening?"

"What's happening is I'm teaching your sorry ass to cook! Everyone here is completely USELESS when it comes to feeding themselves!" Shrimpo decided that Goob was the only toon worth teaching to cook so far... totally not due to bias or anything why would you assume that?

As they went back up, Shrimpo was deep in thought. What would he even teach Goob to make? Something simple, OBVIOUSLY. Wouldn't want to give the plush a headache from thinking too hard.

Goob kicked his feet against the floor. "Soooo, what'll you teach me how to make? I wanna have those yummy noodles again!" Shrimpo only scoffed in return.

"You'll learn that LATER. You're clearly not ready!"

"Really? Why not?" Goob tilted his head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He was plenty competent to learn how to do that!

"Well- you," Shrimpo looked Goob up and down. "Your arms are too FLOPPY to do all of that right now! You'll RUIN IT!" The shrimp rolled his eyes as he spoke, over-exaggerating his expressions because his arms were too full to wave them about like a maniac. "You'll also burn yourself! And I-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the elevator halted, stopping with a horrendous grinding noise. Shrimpo quickly shut up.

"LET'S JUST GET GOING! I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY!" Goob noticed the shrimp's face redden, was he okay? Shrimpo's face usually went red when yelling too much, but this was different.

Shrimpo stomped back out of the elevator, towards the toon room's kitchen. The other toons had their breakfast in the diner, eating baked goods courtesy of Sprout and Cosmo, but due to Shrimpo's restrictions he wasn't able to eat there. At least that meant he got the entire kitchen all to himself!

Shrimpo dropped the bags onto the counter, each with a loud thud. He flickered on the stovetop and grabbed a pan.

"Unless you want me to HIT YOU with this, you better watch closely." Shrimpo waved the pan in Goob's face, his smile somehow not wavering.

"Alrighty then!"

Shrimpo began to mix the contents of the bags into a bowl, adding water as well. As he poured the mixture into the hot pan, Goob leaned in close. Shrimpo grimaced at how uncomfortably close the plush was.

"Pancakes, right?" He leaned in closer, the very tips of his fur almost touching Shrimpo's face.

"No shit," He pushed Goob away. "If you're going to HOVER, then you might as well HELP!" He shoved a spatula into Goob's chest, with great difficulty the plush lifted his hand and weakly grabbed onto it.

"Wait- what am I supposed to do?" Goob frantically waved the spatula, much to Shrimpo's disappointment. He rubbed the sides of his head- where his temples would be, attempting to not blow up in the plush's face. It's not his own fault he's stupid!

"No- you- LET ME JUST-" Shrimpo grabbed Goob's hand, directing it under the cooking batter. He squeezed onto it tightly, directing all of his current anger into the grab. With the shrimp's assistance, Goob successfully flipped the pancake.

The plush grinned stupidly at the succession of his task. "Awesome! I did it!"

Shrimpo could only roll his eyes in response. "You only did cause of ME!" Goob snickered.

"Then, we did it!" His warm, friendly smile was directed towards the shrimp, and once again his face was red.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever floats your boat." He eyeballed the pan intensely, making sure to not instinctively look at the obnoxious toon right next to him. His head was reeling, he felt strange and had not even HALF a clue to what it was he felt at this very moment.

"Hey, Shrimpo!" The grating voice pierced his brain.

"WHAT?!"

"Are you going to let go of my hand? It's fine if you don't you've just been holding it this whole time!" Shrimpo blinked, he slowly looked down. He was still gripping Goob's mitt. His heart practically fell out of his ass, yelping and letting go of it like he was just holding a bug unknowingly.

"GAH- I CAN'T BELIEVE I JUST TOUCHED YOU! WILLINGLY!" To keep up the act of overdramatic disgust, he began to fake-gag, an impressive act that'd put Glisten's to shame.

"Awwww," Goob began, in a playful tone. "You held my hand! That's so sweet! Does that mean we're best friends now?"

Shrimpo's face paled, an impressive feat considering he was already paper white. Being Goob's friend? He couldn't. He wouldn't. He'd NEVER be that idiot's friend in a MILLION years! But when he thought about it...

"Over my dead body!"

Shrimpo stepped away from the plush, swiftly grabbing the pan before the pancake burnt. He peeled it off the pan and placed it on a sizable plate. He would make more for himself... and Goob, but he thought he'd actually die if he hung around Goob any longer.

"You can have that! I'm done with this, we've hung out plenty now! GOODBYE!" Before Goob could even get a word in, Shrimpo had ran off back to his room. Well... it was more like a jog?

"Oh, bye then! See you later!" The plush was flabbergasted, to say the least. But he wasn't going to harass Shrimpo any longer. He bet he could find a different way to bond with his new best friend later.