You're My Friend!

Art and fanfic inspo goes to @jarhrjoo

Thank you so much for letting me do this! Love your art!🫶

You're my friend!

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--Cheer up, Shrimpo! It's going to be okay!--

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|Lee - Shrimpo -- Ler - Goob|

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FT - Brightney, Poppy, Cosmo, Sprout, Finn, Looey, Teagan, Connie, & Rodger

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Mentioned - Boxten & Scraps

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×Shrimpo angst×

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Ships Included - Teacase (Teagan x Rodger, Romantic) AngryHugs (Shrimpo x Goob, Platonic)

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"I HATE YOUR LIGHT!! Shrimpo yelled at Brightney "Ugh! Don't you have anything better to do?!" Brightney turned around, her hands on her hips. "NO!" "Gee! Why are you such a burden?!"

Ouch.

"Your bow kinda makes you look ugly... just saying." Shrimpo mumbled to Poppy, rolling his eyes. "Well-- if it's so ugly-- take it!!" She put her bow on his head "Now you're ugly, Mr. Shrimp!" She laughed, shaking her head as Boxten just smiled, chuckling awkwardly.

Ouch..

"I hate things that float! This sucks!!" Shrimpo stomped his foot out of anger. "Um-- ehexCUSE you?" Connie spun around, putting her hand on her hips. "I wasn't talking to you!" "Then don't blabber your useless mouth!!" Connie huffed, floating away

Ouch...

"Ew-- this cupcake tastes awful..." Shrimpo muttered to himself. "Uh-- Sprout, don't--" Comso wrapped his arms around Sprout's arm. "No! If you hate it so much, why don't you just leave?! I'm sure nobody would notice!" Sprout snapped. "Sprout!!" Cosmos eyes widened.

Shut up...

Shrimpo looked down and picked up a thumbtack. "...When did this fall out?" Looey happened to walk by along with Finn. "AHH-! Not another thumbtack, Shrimpo!!" Looey jumped. "Wait--" Shrimpo got cut off. "Stay away!!" Looey screamed and ran "Wait! Looey! But Shrimpo didn't...-" Finn looked back to Looey, then Shrimpo. He gave the shrimp an apologetic glance before running after the balloon animal

What did I even do?..

Shrimpo was just walking around before he heard a scoff from Rodger. "Gonna insult my wife's dress again, ya prick?" Rodger asked, squinting his eye. Teagans eyes just widened. "Rodger! That isn't proper! He didn't even-- Shrimpo, I am so--" "Just leave me alone!!" Shrimpo stomped away

Everyone sucks...

I suck.

I'm awful...

Horrible...

I hate being myself...

Just leave me alone...

Shrimpo slammed his door shut, plopping on his bed and just crying into his pillow. This is the 8th time he's cried all week... Jesus Christ. This isn't fair. It's just how he was made... he didn't know how to change that. If he could, he would. Maybe... just maybe...

He'd finally have a friend?

Shrimpo woke up groggily. Looks like he's cried himself to sleep... again. He checked the time, 7 pm. He sighed tiredly and curled up in his bed. "Ugh... my head is pounding, eugh..." he got up, sliding over to his door as he went into the kitchen. Sprout and Cosmo were there, no surprise. Sprout looked at Shrimpo and glared. "Sprout." Cosmo warned, putting his hands ok his hips as Sprout just sighed. Shrimpo rolled his eyes, opened the cabinet, and grabbed some ibuprofen. He took a pill, washing it down with some soda before putting the bottle back in the cabinet, closing it shut. He took his soda, dragging his feet back to his room. He set his soda on his nightstand.

Meanwhile...

"Awh, gee... Sprout, Shrimpo looked so... sad!" Cosmo whined, looking at the hallway pitifully. "So?" Sprout huffed, stubborn. "So? Sprout, Shrimpo is still one of us! A toon! He may be rude, sure, but that doesn't mean acting like him." Comso scolded, slightly disappointed in his best friend. "I heard someone sad?" Goob popped out of nowhere, his hands dragging behind him. "Oh, Goob! Thank goodness. Yeah, Shrimpo's looked so... down lately. He's been... calm? This isn't like the shrimp we know. Somethings off... can you go cheek on him?" Cosmo turned around to talk to Goob, looking at him with his eyes filled with concern. "Oh... I don't know... he says he hates hugs!" Goob frowned, his cheeks puffing. "Awh, come onnn! Who can resist your little face?" Cosmo smiled, stretching Goob's cheeks out a bit, which made the fluffy craft giggle. "Hehe! Yeah... alright! I'll give it a shot!" Goob grinned, speed walking over to the rage room. Comso sighed in relief. "Hopefully, this'll work." Cosmo looked at Sprout with hope and a small sad smile. Sprout looked at his best friend with a sigh, giving the roll a small smile. "Me too, buddy... me too."

Goob walked over, knocking on the shrimps door. "Shrimpo? Shhhrrrrimppppoooo! It's me! Goob!!" Goob smiled as he called out to the rage stack. The door creaked open. "What ya want, fool?" "I wanna cheer you up? Pretty please? Can we talk?" ...Silence for a nice minute. "...Shrim--" "Fine. Just don't knock anything over with your fucking arms." Shrimpo growled, closing and unlocking the door. Goob chuckled nervously, sloppily moving his hand to his left arm as he walked in. He shut the door behind him and looked at the radioactive bomb. "Hey..." Goob waddled over, sitting next to him. Shrimpo just lied down, his head on his pillow as he crossed his arms. Goob frowned, placing his red hand on the shrimps shoulder. "...Wanna talk about it?" Shrimpo shook his head no. Goob hummed in thought. "Well, then, how am I supposed to help?" "You're the clingy one... you figure it out." Shrimpo replied sassily. Goob sighed, thinking. "Hmph... well, there's always ways to make others feel better! But, I like one in particular!" Before Shrimpo could even let out another breath, he got pulled into a hug on the crafts lap, his back up to the floof chest. "...What are you doing? You know I hate hugs." Goob giggled. "I know, you yelled it at me, many times, friend." Goob smiled. "...Friend?" "Yeah! Friend! Friends help each other, y'know." Shrimpo looked down and hummed. But, he was snapped out of his thoughts when Goob's extended arm-wire things looped around him. Shrimpo struggled but got his arms out. "Ugh! What are you doing?!" "Cheering you up!" Before he knew it, he felt two hands squeeze his sides.

"Pfft--! H-Hehehehey!" Shrimpo giggled out of surprise, curling up slightly. "Aww, this is the first time I've heard you laugh!" Goob cooed with a giggle. "Ahand the o-ohonly time! Gehehehehehee-- staaahahap!" "Definitely not the only time, goofball!" Goob giggled, his floof brushing against Shrimpo's back. "EEP-! Nahaho! Gohohohoob!!" Shrimpo squealed, now kicking his legs a bit. "Yes, silly? I'm just making you feel better!" "Nahahat wohohohohorking!" "Oh, I think it is!" Goob giggled, his hand slithering down to squeeze Shrimpo's knees. "ACK-- G-GoooHOHOHOHOHOooob!!" Shrimpo covered his face, curling his legs up, wiggling his feet up and down. "That's my name, don't wear it out!" Goob joked, squeezing Shrimpo's belly with one hand and his knees with the other. "GoHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOB!! STAAAHAHAHAHAP!!" Shrimpo snorted and squeaked once Goob's hand slid down to the Shrimps waist "Oooh! Did I find a spot? Did I find a spot?!" Goob teased in a high-pitched baby voice, making the fireball unbelievably flustered. "D-DOOOOHOHOHOHON'T-- OH FUHUHUHUHUCK!!" Shrimpo slammed his eyes shut, both legs kicking now. Too bad he couldn't exactly move. Damn extend-able long arms. "What foul language!" Goob chuckled, moving one of his hands up to the firecrackers underarms. "NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!!" Shrimpo slammed his arms down to his sides. "Awww, look at your blushy face!~" "I HAHAHAHAHAHAHATE THIS!!" "You hate everything..." Shrimpo just cackled, shaking his head. "Hmm.. I know Finn said this could be a bad spot--" Goob reached his free hand up to Shrimpo's tail (fin... thing? Yk, the thing on his head) and he SCREAMED. "NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT!!-- GOOB!- GOOOOHOHOHOHOB!!" Shrimpo had tears in his eyes, slightly squirming now. "Goodness me! Such a ticklish fella!" Goob giggled. "PLEHEHEHEASE!- I CAHAHA-- I CAAAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!! STAHAHAHAHAP!!" Shrimpo pleaded, shaking his head rapidly as some tears ran down his face. "Feel better?" "YEHEHEHEHES-- SO- SOHOHOHOHO FILLED WITH JOHOHOHOHOHOY!!" Goob snickered. "Sarcastic..." He mumbled before stopping, still holding the shrimp in a hug. "Haah-... aaahaha..." Shrimpo huffed and panted. "The fuhuck?.." Shrimpo snorted, wiping his tears away. "Tired?" "Kihinda..." Goob smiled and rested Shrimpo down. "You're still my friend, y'know, I wasn't just saying that." Goob pulled his arms back in place. Shrimpo stayed silent for a minute before scoffing. "Whatever..."

The Next Morning...

Shrimpo walked in the kitchen with a yawn, rubbing his eye. Goob was talking with Scraps before noticing the angry ball of fire. "Shrimpo!" Goob extended his arms, grabbing Shrimpo and pulling him into a hug. "AH-! Hey! What gives?! I told you I hate your hugs!!" Shrimpo snapped out, trying but failing to get out of the grip. Goob chuckled. "You don't." Shrimpo paused for a minute before slumping his shoulders. "Shut up..."

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An Accidental Distraction

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--A small thing that expanded into a big thing--

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|Lees - Billy, Stu & Randy -- Lers - Stu & Randy|

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FT - Sidney & Tatum

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Mentioned - Casey, Steve, the police, & Principal Himbry

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TW!!: Sensitive topcis, Mentions of murder, Gore related mentionings, Uncomfortable topics

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Ships Included - Billy x Stu (Crushes) Sidney x Billy (Dating) Stu x Tatum (Dating) & Stu x Billy x Randy (Crushes Eventually)

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Arthur Himbry, the principal of Woodsboro High School, was announcing to all the students who were outside of the front yard. Talking about how he loves them and wants them to be safe, and they should return home. Billy, Sidney, Tatum, Stu, and Randy were all eating, sitting on the fountain. It was summer, so is was quite hot outside. Everybody was doing their own thing, not paying attention to anyone else. Billy was lying down, Sidney sitting up between her boyfriends legs. Stu was next to Sidney, his girlfriend, Tatum beside him as well. Randy was sitting next to Tatum on the other end of the fountain. There was silence for a few minutes before Tatum spoke up

"What kind of questions did they ask you, Sid?" "They asked me if I knew Casey." Sidney said, softly. She was still shaken up. "They asked me that, too." Tatum nodded as a guy with a bike flew past them. Some people were already walking or driving home. Either by their bikes, scooters, parents cars, or the bus. Stu turned his head to Billy with a little grin. "Hey, did they ask if you like to hunt?" "Yeah, they did. Did they ask you?" Billy responded, throwing something in the food he didn't like in the fountain as Randy threw a grape up in the air to try and catch it in his mouth. "Hunt?" Tatum questioned, confused, looking at Stu. "Why would they ask you if you liked to hunt?" "Cause their bodies were gutted." Randy responded, leaning in a little as Billy sat up a little to get comfortable. "Thank you, Randy." He responded coldly. "They didn't ask me if I like to hunt." Tatum responded, upset a little. "Cause there's no way a girl could've killed 'em." Stu said, picking up a grape. Tatum chuckled, looking at Stu. "That is so sexist. The killer could easily be female. Basic Instinct." Randy rolled his eyes, not amused. "That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing." "Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out." Stu agreed. "And the fact is, it takes a man to do something like that." Stu also explained, smiling again bit. "Or a man's mentality." Tatum responded, rolling her eyes, a tad bit annoyed. Sidney, who was quiet almost the whole time, spoke up. "How do you... gut someone?" Sidney's voice was shaking and teared filled. It was a rhetorical question, but Stu gave her the answer. "You take a knife, and you slit 'em from the groin to sterum." Noticing Sidney's discomfort, Billy sat up. "Hey, it's called tact, you fuck rag." Billy said, his tone defensive. Sidney spoke up, "Hey, Stu, didn't you used to date Casey?" "Yah, for like, two seconds." Stu answered with a chuckle. "Before she dumped him for Steve." Randy leaned into Tatum's and Stu's personal space before leaning back to his regular position. With that explanation, Tatum turned to Stu, offended. "I thought you dumped her for me?" "I did, he's full of shit." Stu confirmed, his smiling faltering as his eyes slightly narrowed towards Randy's direction. "And are the police aware you dated the victim?" Randy asked, onto Stu's case already. Stu grinned. "Hey, what're you saying? That *I* killed her?" "It's would certainly improve your high school "Q". Randy pointed out, mockingly. "Stu was with me last night, okay?" Tatum leaned into Stu who wrapped his arm around her shoulder, grinning still. "Yeah, I was." Randy snorted out a scoff. "Ooh.. was that before or after he SLICED and DICED?" Randy exaggerated his point a little. Billy had his arms wrapped around Sidney to comfort her a little, but she leaned forward to signal for him to let go, which he did, avoiding everyone's gaze, they both looked uncomfortable

"Fuck you, nutcase. Where were you last night?" Tatum asked, sounding offended. "Working, thank you." Randy said with sass. "Oh, at the video store? I thought they fired your sorry ass." Tatum snapped back, going back to the time where Randy had punched a customer because they talked shit about Halloween, his second ever favorite horror movie. Not to mention he didn't even like the kid, so it worked out. "Twice." He grinned, popping a blueberry in his mouth. He thought back to the second time where he got fired. He said he changed but ended up arguing with a grown adult saying that in "Mimic" Dr. Susan Tyler was played by Paula Prentiss instead of Mira Sorvino. "...I didn't kill anybody." Stu mumbled. Billy looked over at Stu. "Nobody said you did." Stu looked over at Billy, a little genuine smile on his face. "Thanks buddy." "Besides, it takes a man to do something like that!" Randy mocked, impressioning Stu from earlier. Stu chuckled, a little pissed off. "Yo, I'm gonna gut your ass in a second, kid." "Tell me something," Randy stood up "did you really put her liver in the mailbox? 'Cause I heard they found her live in the mailbox next to her spleen and her pancreas." Randy mentioned, speaking in a weird clown pitched voice. Sidney just felt sick to her stomach and uncomfortable. Tatum threw a grape at him, which made him lean back. "Randy, you goon fuck! I'm trying to eat here!" Sidney grabbed her stuff, wanting to leave already. "She's getting mad, right." Stu said as Randy sat back down and grabbed a grape. "You better "liver" alone." Stu said, giggling at his own joke a bit. Sidney sighed and kissed Billy's cheek before walking away. "Sid-- wait!" Tatum got up too, grabbed her bag and running after Sidney. "Liver alone!" Stu joked, laughing as Billy just sat next to him with an aggravated sigh, smacking his arm. "Liv-- ow! "Liver. Liver!" It was a joke!" Stu said, all offended. "Wasn't a good one if those two got up and left." Randy shot back. "Sidney was uncomfortable so she left. Tatum was annoyed from *you*. There's a difference, cock sucker." Billy said, jabbing a finger at Randy, defending Stu. Stu just giggled at the name for Randy. "Oh what? Protecting your little smiles over there?" Randy snapped at Billy. "Oh, I'll give you--" Stu tackled Randy on the grass. Billy's eyes widened a little. "Woah, Stu--" "Calm down, I won't hurt em. I'll just give 'em SOMETHING to smile about!" Stu grinned. "Wait-?! Let me g-- AH-!" Randy squealed once Stu squeezed his sides

"Pfft-- Stuhuhu-!" Randy giggled, holding Stu's wrists. "Oh my go... Stu... seriously?" Billy asked, disappointed yet embarrassed. "What? Better then hurting the kid, no?" He laughed, digging his fingers into Randy's sides. "Oho my-- stahahap!" Randy squealed, trying to push Stu's hands off. "Tickle tickle tickle! Who's a giggly little bubble?~" Stu teased, moving his hands over to Randy's stomach. "NOHO-! Stuhu! Naha-- STAHAHAHAP!!" Randy squirmed the best he could. "Me? Stop? You don't seem to understand, dummy!" Stu grinned, squeezing Randy's stomach. "GOHOHOD DAHAHAHAMMIT!!!" "Oooh, squeezing seems to be effective! I got your belly! Yeah, I do! Haha!" Stu teased, laughing. "OHO MY-- BIHIHIHIHILLY HEHEHEHEHELP!!" Randy squealed, reaching a hand out for Billy. Billy couldn't help but let a chuckle slip. "Left yourself open, bud." Once Billy said that, Stu's hand shot up to Randy's underarms. "AHAHA-! NOOOHO! JEHEHEHEHERKS!! *squeal*" "I'm not doing anything... it's Stu." Billy said. "Yeheah! It's me!" Stu giggled. "Hmm... hey Randy, if you really wanna get him, go for his thighs." Billy requested as Stu looked at him. "Billy...--" Stu then squealed as Randy squealed his thigh. Randy easily switched up the tables as he had Stu under him this time. "OHO-- TRAHAHAHAHAHAITOR! BIHIHIHIHILLY!! *hic*" Stu laughed his ass off. "Oh, he hiccups?! Damn!" Randy laughed before digging his fingers into Stu's ribs. "NAHAHAT THEHEHERE-!" Stu covered his eyes with his arm. "Open spot!" Randy dug his thumb in Stu's underarm "*hic* PLEHE-! NOOOHOHO!!" "Ooh, you're just a walking tickle spot, huh?" Randy pointed out with a laugh. "STAHAHAHAP!!" Stu had tears pricked in the corners of his eyes. "Alrigh, lay off the man." Billy rolled his eyes. Randy shrugged and rolled over to the side, sitting up. "Dumbasses." Billy sighed, walking over to them to grab his bag. Stu and Randy looked over at each other before grinning. Stu grabbed Billy's arm and pulled him down in between him and Randy. "AAH-! Ugh! What gives, you ass fucks?!" Billy groaned, sitting up and rubbing his head. "...What's with the--" Billy got caught off by Stu targeting his sides and Randy with his waist

"PfF-! WAHAHAIT-! G-GUHUHUhuhuhuys!!" Billy giggled, curling up a little. "Huh, I've never seen him so giggly before." Randy pointed out. "Yeah, we alllllways have tickle fights when we were younger, isn't that right, Bubbles?" "STUHUHU-!" Billy's giggles got louder as he covered his face to hide the redness. "Bubbles?! Hah! Billy, who knew you were so soft for nicknames?" Randy teased, going for his ribs. "OHO MY GOD NOOOHOHO!!" Billy snorted, his feet kicking a little. "Tickle tickle tickle, Bubbles!" Randy teased, Billy's face getting redder "PLEHEHEASE!- NOOOHOHOHO!! *squeak*" Randy and Stu gasped. "You can SQUEAK?!" Stu laughed in disbelief. "Oh, my gohod-! Stu, you didn't know?" "No! When did this squeaky occur, Bubby Billy?" Stu nuzzled Billy's cheek. "STUHU!!" Billy was just embarrassed as fuck. "Ticklish cheeks? Wowwww! Tough Billy being sensitive?" Randy laughed. Billy just laughed, shaking his head. Randy and Stu chuckled before looking at each other. "Ya think he's had enough?" Randy asks Stu. "Heh, for now, yeah." Stu smiled and shrugged as they stopped. Billy had phantom giggles as he lied down in the grass. "You-- hehe-! You two suhuck!" Stu and Randy laughed before lying down next to him. "That's our power, Bubby!" Stu teased. "Is this just an ongoing thing now?.." Billy asked with a little smilez shaking his head. "Definitely!" Randy rolled over on his side, resting his head on his arm. This was a good distraction from the world... more happier than Stu and Billy honestly felt today. It was... nice.

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