Soft B!tch || Dandy's World

They Literally Sleep With Each Other

Goob was bored, incredibly bored. But what was there to do? It was late. His sister was having a sleepover with her friends across the hall, his friends were all sleeping, probably; everybody was either asleep or busy hanging out with somebody else... Goob was thinking of what to do, that is, until the grating sound of a head hitting drywall bounced through his head like a tennis ball. He could hang out with Shrimpo! The plush launched himself off of his bed and out of his room, dashing down to the room next door, where Shrimpo resided. He skid to a halt in front of the door, grinning from ear to metaphorical ear. He lifted one of his felt fists and knocked on the door the best he could, he more-so punched it, but that gets the point across!

Shrimpo stopped swinging his head the moment he heard the startling banging, turning his head to look at the source of the noise with breakneck speeds. His eyebrows furrowed, grumbling various curses as he swung the door open.

"WHAT DO YOU WA- GOOB?!" Shrimpo cut himself off the moment he locked eyes with his...

"friend", utterly confused. Why was he awake at this time? Why was he bothering him NOW?

"Hey Shrimpo! I wanted to chill with you!" The plush squeezed past Shrimpo as he looked around the utter dump the shrimp calls his room. "Jeez, this place is a wreck, hehe!" Goob began fiddling with Shrimpo's things, much to the other's distaste. "Tisha would have a panic attack if she saw this place!"

"Wh- DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Shrimpo ripped an air horn from Goob's mits, slamming it back on his bedside table. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"

Goob stuck his tongue out at Shrimpo in retaliation, chuckling and snorting while he watched the shrimp's face get increasingly red.

"I was just thinking, my sister has sleepovers with her friends all the time... and since WE'RE friends, let's have a SLEEPOVER!" Goob's eyes practically sparkled, Shrimpo stared off in astonishment.

"You're fuckin' with me, right? A SLEEPOVER? What are you, five?" Shrimpo grimaced, crossing his arms in an expression of disgust that the plush would even RECOMMEND that.

"Um... no, I'm an adult." Goob replied, not realizing Shrimpo was attempting to be rude. "I just think it'd be so much fun! We could find some board games, eat some yummy snacks, talk about things even though I don't know what we'd talk about since you never mention your interests-"

"Yeah, well, where would YOU sleep? Huh?" Shrimpo poked Goob's fur collar. "There's only one bed in here and YOU'RE not sleeping in it! I'm not gonna get fleas!"

Goob pursed his lips in thought, squinting his eyes. If he thought any harder smoke would start emitting from his head.

"How about... we sleep in me and Scraps' room! There's two beds there!" Shrimpo almost gagged at the thought.

"HELL NO. I'd rather SPOON you than sleep in your bitch ass sister's room!" During the conversation, Shrimpo was already trying to push Goob out of his bedroom. To his dismay, Goob was shockingly heavy... this would take a while.

"So what would we do? You won't let me stay here and you won't go there!"

"I DON'T WANT TO HAVE A SLEEPOVER WITH YOU!" Shrimpo screeched like a banshee; if he hadn't woken anybody up with his headbanging, he surely woke someone with that now.

"Whaaaaat?! Do you hate sleepovers too?!" Goob's mouth was agape. It's absolutely IMPOSSIBLE for anybody to hate sleepovers, he thinks.

"Um... DUH? It's too much mushy gushy bullshit for me to deal with! You're already too soft for me!" Goob was halfway out the door when he finally attempted to push back.

"But c'mon! We're friends now, you gotta at least TRY it!"

"GAAAAAAH! FUCKIN- FINE! I'LL HAVE A SLEEPOVER WITH YOU IF THAT MAKES YOU SHUT UP!" In his hissy fit, he picked Goob up and tossed him into his room. The plush toppled over with a dogtoy squeak. He sat up with a cheesing grin, jumping back up and running laps around the room in his excitement.

"Woo-hoooo! This'll be great! I'm gonna prove you SO WRONG!" Goob lept onto Shrimpo's bed, joyfully kicking his legs while the shrimp hesitantly sat down next to him.

Shrimpo refused to maintain eye contact with the plush, he knew he'd regret this later...

"Now, what do we do first... hmmmm... Should I find some games, or snacks, or-"

"I just want to SLEEP." Shrimpo interrupted, grumbling with a pure concentrated anger in his voice. Goob seemingly didn't mind, just wanting to spend time with his newfound friend.

"Okey dokey!" Like clockwork, he flopped over onto his side. Shrimpo uncomfortably tried finding a place to lay down next to the plush, Goob took up so much space on his bed that no matter how he laid he was still touching the other. Why the HELL did he agree to THIS?!

Shrimpo felt himself get increasingly warmer, to the point where it was becoming unbearable...

"Can you, I dunno... MOVE OVER?" Shrimpo whispered to Goob. "And turn the damn light off with your stupid- long ass- extendable arms..." He didn't hear Goob say a word, just a chuckle, a shuffle, and the satisfying click of a lightswitch being flicked off. He huffed in response. Damn Goob and his obedience.

He crossed his arms as he laid on his back, would he even be able to get a wink of sleep like this? Probably not. Somehow the plush laying next to him was fast asleep, Shrimpo didn't understand how the HELL the other toon could sleep in circumstances like this. (It was probably because Goob is a total moron.) Shrimpo tossed and turned, feeling far too uncomfortable to sleep. Before he knew it, his worst nightmare came to fruition... Goob turned over and he was... he was TOUCHING him. Shrimpo wanted to scream at Goob to get off of him, but something in the back of his mind told him that was a bad idea. He tried scooting away from Goob, but he was already against his wall.

'WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!'

Shrimpo's mind ran at a million miles an hour, he could feel the plush BREATHING on him, YUCK! He couldn't sit up to move, Goob's head was quite literally ON HIS. He shivered, realizing this hell was his reality until the morning.

As the plush practically snuggled against Shrimpo, he eventually couldn't deny that Goob wasn't soft. Admittedly, he wanted to kill himself the moment the thought crossed his mind, but it's the truth. Goob was soft as HELL. Like. VELVET soft.

As the night went on, the combination of the warmth enveloping Shrimpo, the softness of Goob's fur, and somehow the sound of Goob's breathing was enough to lull Shrimpo to sleep.