-*Dandy's World Oneshots*-

Sad soup part two

warning

Suicidal thoughts and mentions of self harm.( Please dont leave jokes about this stuff on my story. )

When Shrimpo woke up, he saw goob passed out on the floor, and the cold soup sitting on his table. He weakly stood, grabbing the bowl and bringing it to his lips.

This was the first thing he ate in a while. The first thing that actually tasted sweet. He missed feeling this way. Back when he was first brought in when he was younger, when he didn't have to be angry.... Its hard, being such a dick... But after a while, he wasn't able to feel happy. His head was swarming with thoughts. He shouldn't live. Eating is weak. If you only bring bad, why should you keep poluting the earth?

....

But he didn't want to be bad. He wants to be good.... He just doesn't think he can anymore....

Maybe he should get help.... But getting help is weak....but-...

He set his soup down and took the painkiller. His head was killing him. He looked at goob..... He was always so caring... Why was he so nice? All Shrimpo ever did was fuck up....

He wanted that love... That love felt good.... Maybe if he felt good, if he was happy for once... He could make others happy too... 

He sighed, walking out of his room to go reheat the rest of his bowl.

Cosmo and sprout groaned as they saw him walk in, preparing for him to yell. But he didnt, which shocked everyone (who had all gathered for lunch). He just reheated his bowl, rubbing his eyes as he did.

"Shrimpo... There is more in the fridge if you want..." Cosmo dared to say. Shrimpo just nodded, taking his soup out the microwave and drinking it. Everyone was flabbergasted. He should be yelling, saying how much he hates the soup! What's wrong with him?

He grabs the container from the fridge, adding more mushrooms to his portion this time before heating it up and putting the rest in the fridge. He went back to his room, drinking the soup.

"Shrimpo?" Goob groaned as he sat up.

"Wanna talk?"

"...No..." Shrimpo replied, sitting next to goob.

"Can we just sit here.... Maybe turn on the radio or something?..."

"...of course, dude." Goob turned on the radio using his stretchy arms. August 10 By Julie doiron was playing. 

They sat there in silence, Shrimpo eating his soup as he leaned on goob a bit, just needing the other's presence. He didn't want to talk, he wasn't ready for that yet.... But just having someone was nice.... The warmth... The stimulation.... The presence just made everything seem less dull... Less scary. 

He sat there... Eating his soup.... Feeling the presence of time for the first moment in forever....

(Hi. Authors note.)

The reason why I chose this approach is because its something I would personally do. I get that compelling feeling that makes it hard to feel anything. The feeling that leaves a person drained and unable to think at all. I get it a lot. A topic like this can be sensitive to me and others. Its nice to talk about through story, and writing is a nice alternative to anything else (according to me at least). You can draw, and if you're not good at drawing, even a few stick men or dumb doodles can be helpful. Listen to music, calm stuff with no words. Take a nap, A shower, get a glass of water, or just try to find something that interests you on YouTube or any other streaming service. Find something to do, get your mind off those thoughts, even for a bit. And if you cant, channel them into something like a character, A story, or even just kick a bunch of sticks. Write on a piece of paper, they don't even have to be words, then rip it up. Draw lines in a paper till it breaks, talk to a friend, or play a game. 

Have a good day/afternoon/evening/night, take care of yourself, get a drink, and rest well.