Hijay's Dandy's World Oneshots

TWISTED!ASTRO x SHELLY: INDISSOLUBLE

i didn't even know the title was a word☠️

Requested by: just_a_random_here

guys does this count as a late halloween special i think it does right
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It was... quiet. Too quiet.

Quiet, in contrast to the lively environment that once was. Shelly never hated the silence more. She never hated the elevator that brought her down here more. She never hated the absolute sicko, whoever the hell that was, who even caused this whole thing more. She just wanted to go back, however she could. She wanted to bring her friends back. She wanted to sit in her room and polish fossils, like she should have been doing today. She wanted to be with Astro, like she should have been today.

Shelly was in the garage. In a small room, where she figured no Twisteds would likely even look in. She curled herself into a ball on the floor, staring at the floor. Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. She clenched her fists. Tight. She wanted to hit something, to take her anger out on something. She wanted the silence to go away, for the eerie atmosphere to vanish. She hated it down here. She hated it down here without Astro.

She shook her head in a poor attempt to get rid of the thought. She didn't want to think about him. Not now. She'd end up crying for sure. So intead, she thought about before she started this run. Accompanied by eight of her fellow Toons. Poppy, the one who convinced them all to go in the first place. Shelly could have said no. She hated herself for not saying no. Boxten came along as well, probably not knowing what was even going on. Rodger, Toodles and Finn also asked to come. Shelly couldn't believe it, now that she thought of it. They were basically signing up to die.

That thought replaced all her anger with fear. She hadn't really considered that possibility. The word dying was scary enough on its own. But now that she herself had thought of it, reality sank in. Dying alone was one of her worst fears, if not her only fear. Even though it was unsettling, the thought of dying hadn't seemed so bad when there were other Toons alive. But with each death the feeling got worse. The familiar feeling of loneliness.

Thinking of her friends wasn't working. So instead, she tried distracting herself by thinking about Gardenview. Home. The unpolished fossils she left on her bed. The invitation to Vee's gameshow she forgot about. The view of the sunset out of her window, revealing a beautiful crimson read sky. Her friends. The note she left on Astro's bed.

She snapped out of her thoughts and realized tears were falling down her face. She quickly wiped them away and held her head tight. The thoughts made her mood worse. She was getting a headache. She wanted to leave. She wanted to stay. She wanted it to stop hurting so badly.

She didn't even know what she wanted anymore, every thought made her feel worse. Just a cruel reminder of the past, but she wondered. What about the future? She wanted a future where there was someone to comfort her, to coax her and tell her everything would be okay. She...

She wanted Astro. She cursed at herself for being so needy, lifting her head up to stare at the gray wall in front of her.

"(What the hell's wrong with me...)" She thought. Astro wasn't here, not anymore. She had tried to accept that for a long while, but acceptance came a lot slower to comes to terms with than she thought. I guess there are five stages for a reason.

"(I need to get up...)" She said under her breath. Her voice was sort of croaky, probably from not talking. Maybe if she talked to herself she'd feel better. Pretending that everything was fine was more appealing to her.

Begrudgingly, she pushed herself off the floor. She dusted off her dress and took a peak around the corner. No Twisteds in sight, so she was off to a good start. She swiftly exited the room and began walking around cautiously. She kept her footsteps light, not wanting to alert anything towards her. She kept hearing a sort of ambient noise throughout the garage, feeling constantly watched from afar. As if fearing for her life wasn't enough stress.