Dandy's World Stuff (Mostly One-Shots) (Hiatus)

[VENT] Claw marks (Shrimpo + Handler OC Centric)

Tw// Self-harm, self depreciation, mentions of child abuse and implied CSA.

(I vent just a smidge in the A/N as a warning!)

A/N: "MARGRET IS BACK!!!!!!" WE SAY IN UNISON. Bad news I relapsed after 2 years and 4 months. So I'm not doing too hot. So I'm projecting onto a shrimp. I'm writing this running on a total of 14 hours of sleep over the past 72 hours so please expect this to be complete fucking garbage. Also came up with a random name for Shrimpos old Handler: Shelia (Not to be confused with Shelby. Shelly's Handler in my fics!) Also also there's where Goob is mentioned to be Shrimpos friend. This can be viewed as platonic or romantic!))

Sometimes Shrimpo could swear he wasn't alive.

He could swear he died the day Shelia was assigned his handler.

And the Shrimpo everyone saw before them was just a husk.

A husk of the playful child who, despite always being too slow, loved playing tag.

A husk of the curious child who would overturn every rock looking for Potato Bugs.

A husk of the brave child who'd always point out when something wasn't fair.

A husk of the creative child who loved doing crafts with "Goobie" and "Scap"

He wasn't anything more than a husk.

An angry

Rude

Pathetic

Burden of a Husk.

Something no one could possibly like. Let alone love.

Even after growing close with his Handler these thoughts never ceased.

He was certain they never would.

Shrimpo was in his room. Staring at the clawmarks in his wrist.

Margret had taken his blade. Or he assumes. He went to grab it one day and it was just gone.

It made him grateful Toons had claws.

He wasn't sure what he felt now

Other than pain. Turns out using claws is a lot worse than using a blade.

Granted, in his mind that's exactly what he deserved.

His mind went back to where it had been a few moments ago. Specifically Goob and Scraps.

Since Shrimpo had been seen actually accepting affection from his Handler. A few Toons also tried to see his softer side.

Shrimpo made it clear he wasn't crumbling for anyone.

Besides Goob. But that was because Them and Scraps used to be childhood best friends.

In his early Teen years Shrimpo remembered him and Scraps actually remained friends when he didn't have any others.

Mostly because no one wanted to hang out with the Toon who was constantly grounded.

Or the Toon constantly covered in bruises.

Or the Toon who was always seemingly on the verge of tears.

He remembered Scraps started changing. Something about Goob missing the "Old her. from when they were kids."

They got into a fight over it. It was the first time a fight turned physical for him.

He'd never forget how his handler had punished him that night.

Even if it really wasn't entirely her fault. He could never be friends with Scraps again.

He could tolerate her at absolute best. For Goobs sake.