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Part 11 : Handle me?

tw: angst
overdosage..!!!! p1llz
ughgghghh :<

Shrimpo's head ached as if he had 100 days straight of pure exercise. His neck and waist pounded in pain similarly, causing him to wince whenever he moved.

He gently reached over to his desk, taking out a bottle of ibuprofen. Painkillers should help.

He grabbed one of his glasses full of water, and took two.

The pain didn't go away-

One more it is.

He was impatient for the effects to kick in. He was tired of this pain. It was worse than any other run he had done in the past.

He took three more, nearly choking on them as he took them all at once.

He felt numb, but the slight dull pain still lingered on those areas. And he hated it.

Shrimpo quickly took around five more, and by this point his glass was empty. He had another one, but.. the effects would kick in eventually.

He screwed the cap back onto the bottle, setting it next to him on his bedside table. He sighed, curling back up under his two blankets.

Fuck, he wished he could just disappear. And not feel this anymore.

Perhaps if he tried to become Twisted, that'd be a cool experiment. Maybe figure out if they can feel pain.

Well, they probably can, judging by how they screeched under his brick.

The pain wore away. He felt dizzy.

He hadn't even taken that many pills, why was he so reactive to it? Maybe he should tell Goob.

He shakily got up, still feeling weak regardless of the lack of pain he once felt. He knocked on the side of the wall, peeking through one of the holes. They had a little slot to pass notes to each other. Like during the night, for example.

He quickly scribbled on the nearest paper,

' Help '

then he slid it under the line of air that connected their rooms.

It didn't take long for Goob to appear at his door while Shrimpo sat back down on his bed. He pushed down a cough.

He let himself in, rushing over.

" Are you alright, Shrimpo? "

" I uh.. took a lot of painkillers but I think it made things worse.

Goob was slightly taken aback from this.

" ..Thats called an overdose, Shrimpo! How many did you take?! "

" eh... only eleven. Shouldn't be that bad. "

" Thats still more than two!.. wheres the bottle? Here- ill have this for now.. "

He grabbed it off the table, stashing it in his neck fur. It collided with some sort of plastic, which he took out after.

" And.. I made this for you. "

Goob put the bracelet around his wrist, entwining his fingers with Shrimpo's, before using his other hand to drag the stretchy elastic onto his wrist. It was the usual red and blue color scheme he used.

The heart charm was sweet.

" Okay..? "

He looked at it, a little stunned. It was off topic, to say the least.

" Did you mean to overdose??? Like- did you want to this time? "

Shrimpo shook his head in response.

" Ok.. well it'll be okay. I'll make sure of it. Eleven shouldn't hurt... "

If the author can take 40 within an hour, then Shrimpo can take 11.

" Do you want me to stay the night again? "

He just simply nodded. Maybe that'd be better, for his safety.

Goob suddenly hugged him, practically tackling him down with giggles. Although the giggles lightly sugarcoated their situation, it made it feel a lot more.. comfortable. He always loved Goob's laugh.. smile...

What did he ever do to deserve him?

Shrimpo gave him a quick peck on the cheek, sitting up a bit as Goob chilled out. He held him in his arms as he leaned against the headboard.

" Why do you care? "

He could feel Goob's hesitation. Apparently he didn't know exactly without thinking... he just did.

" Because.. you deserve more than how you're treated. "

Shrimpo still didn't get it.
It didn't make sense.

" But I'm a monster. "

Goob shook his head, but stayed mostly silent. He hugged Shrimpo a bit tighter.

Shrimpos head raced with negativity and inner turmoil. He could feel his eyes water a bit, but... he couldn't just cry. He hadn't cried in front of people in so long.

He was strong enough not to, right?

...

Goob finally spoke up after what seemed like 8 years of pure silence that felt oh-so-loud.

" You're nothing close to even resembling a monster. "

He liked those words. He liked the validation he got from just being near Goob. It felt so good. He couldn't get enough of it.

Shrimpo needed it more than he realized before.

He was so used to being put down. It was a new experience to be reassured like this. That he wasn't pure evil.

His eyes watered up a bit more-- shit, he couldn't let himself cry.

He did anyway, uncontrollably.

Shrimpo sobbed gently into Goob's neck fluff, faltering to hold it back any longer. It felt good to finally break in front of someone. Especially someone he trusted.

Someone he knew wouldn't get mad at him for being anything other than angry.

Someone who wouldn't ask questions as if they were the host of a gameshow.

Okay- that sounds personal. Sorry Vee.

Goob hugged him tightly still, muttering small reassuring language to try and soothe his boyfriend.

" shh ... its alright ♥︎ "

" hnng.. I-Im sorry-... "

Goob tilted his head, a bit confused on why he'd apologize in the first place.

" I-Im not supposed.. to cry... I'm weak. "

He hesitated.

" You know .. its okay to be weak sometimes. You can't be strong all the time. That isn't good for you. "

Shrimpo's heart practically melted from those words. He had never been told such things.

It was always, 'Shrimpo never says sorry!' or 'What a no-good bully'.

Shrimpo smiled, sniffling a bit as he pulled back and wiped the tears staining his face.

" thanks. "

Goob hugged him again.

Like an actual lifeline.

He nuzzled Shrimpo, hugging him tightly. He was scared of losing him... really scared. And Shrimpo had a sense of self worth for once with this new information, or rather idea his mind had proposed to him.

Ugh- why was he always so cute...

Im burnt out more than my followers meals in cult of the lamb (preppy!!!)