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

[FRAMED!AU] Stapler (Scraps Centric)

Tw// SH, Self Deprecation, self mutilation/torture, brief mentions of suicide/suicidal thoughts (Very Preppy ik /j /silly)

This Fic has Cleanplate in it. It isn't the main focus.

A/N: Howdy y'all! I'm writing this in my notes app cause I don't got internet rn :'D And I got no clue of knowing the word count. Sorry!! Anyways this takes place after Arthur's return! I wanted to explore how other Toons in this AU feel. I'm thinking about making a separate one-shot book for FRAMED!AU Stuff [Wattpad only] since I've been writing a lot of it lately! Lmk if y'all think that'd be a good idea! Also I should say the formatting is probably gonna be WAY off from how it usually is :'D sorry! Enjoy!!))

Regret was a feeling Scraps had been familiar with.

Ever since Arthur walked into gardenview, saw Dandy again and muttered those words "It was Delilah. Not him."

It had been all she felt.

Ever since than. She had been treated like a ticking timebomb.

It was as if the scars littering Dandy's Body were only now visable.

Specifically the ones she caused.

She knew that during the ichor situation she had a reputation of being a bit violent.

Mostly because of how she took it out on Dandy.

It felt convenient. Having a scapegoat for all of her problems. One Toon had caused everything.

Or so she had thought.

Now though, the other Toons looked at her with a mix of fear and disgust.

Disgust for what she did

And fear for what she is.

She'd sit next to Toons sometimes. They'd never tell her to leave.

But she saw those looks in their eyes.

The way they'd glance towards her at every opportunity. Just to make sure she wouldn't try anything.

Even Goob seemed done with her.

It would've been subtle to any other Toon. But Scraps knew her baby brother.

He'd spend more time outside of the room, more time with anyone other than her.

She knew he wasn't a fan of how she treated Dandy. But she never expected all this.

She never expected to be the one isolated.

She knew it was punishment. Being put through what he was put through.

One thought ran through her head. Every single time.

Every time someone gave her that look

Every time someone whispered about her

Every time Goob ditched her to spent time with someone else.

"I deserve it."

Scraps couldn't really cut herself due to her paper limbs.

So instead she used a stapler.

She'd staple her body in places people and Toons wouldn't notice.

On her stomach, under her sleeves, on her thighs, anywhere.

That same thought would ring in her head all the while.

"I deserve it."

Today wasn't very different. Goob was hanging out with some other Toons. So Scraps was in her room. Alone.