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Floor 3. He died on floor 3.

That had to be the worst run he'd ever been on. He hated it, not like anyone would listen if he told them that. To them, it would just be "STUPID OLD SHRIMPO HATING EVERYTHING!!!"

No, for once it was more than that. He'd only died because he was slower than usual, and his head was unusually hot, and everything hurt. He was fine though, it's not like he was sick or anything! Shrimpo didn't get sick.

"SHRIMPO!!!"

And his annoyance was suddenly multiplied. Goob. The one person he didn't want to see right now. The shrimp turned around, only to be pulled into the fluffy box's arms. 

"G-GET OFF!" he practically screamed, pushing Goob away. And he was stuttering. That's just great.

For once, the craft listened, putting him down. Shrimpo, despite his suprise, took that opportunity to run off to the kitchen, even if he was banned for a week.

Or was he? Was that last week? He couldn't remember.

Goob only frowned, glancing behind him at his sister, who had been watching from a distance.

"Why did you drop him? You never listen when he screams at you, not like you should." Scraps raised an eyebrow, leaning back.

"No, that wasn't like usual." Her brother shook his head, rubbing his arm nervously. "That didn't feel right, he was really warm, I could feel it even from a distance."

"Do you think he could be sick? It's not like we haven't had toons sick here before. Besides, he did die really early in that run. Earlier than usual."

"If he was, he'd never admit it. I'm gonna follow him."

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"Shrimpo, didn't we ban you from the kitchen?" Sprout glared at the shrimp angrily, stopping the baking he'd been doing with cosmo.

So it was this week? Oh. He hadn't been able to remember. That information would have been useful.

"I'll leave then, I guess. I hate your stupid kitchen anyways." Shrimpo did suprisingly leave, going back to the lobby. His comment wasn't as angry as usual, more raspy and quiet.

Something wasn't right.

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Right as Goob was about to go looking for shrimpo, he just so happend to walk back into the lobby. How convenient! 

The box walked walked over to him, staring in concern. "Shrimpo, are you okay? You really don't seem well.."

"I'm fine. Shrimpo's always fi–" right as he said that, he suddenly tripped, only being caught by Goob. "I'm fine.."

"Yeah, no, you aren't." Suprisingly, shrimpo didn't object to being grabbed by goob this time, instead, actually leaning into him.

"You're heavy.."

"Excuse me?" His sister suddenly spoke up. Even if there was a massive chance that shrimpo was sick, she was NOT having him insult her brother.

"Weighted—" The shrimp mumbled as he was suddenly being led somewhere by the other toon, clearly delirious. "You feel like a weighted blanket."

Scraps suddenly stopped. Oh my god. Was he admitting things that he'd usually never say to them? Was he that out of it? She would absolutely be using this against him later.

"How would you know what that feels like?"

"Sleep." He closed his eyes, not bothering to acknowledge that goob had reached his room and was taking him in there against his will. "They're easy to sleep with."

Scraps couldn't contain her laughter. 

"You— HAHAHAHA— you sleep with weighted blankets?"

Sheimpo didn't respond this time, leaning into goob. "I'm tired."

"Okay." Goob nodded, taking him to the other side of the room and forcefully putting him into bed. Not like he would've resisted, anyways. He didn't seem that aware of what was going on.

Once he'd fallen asleep, goob decided to check his temperature. You'd think that they would've done this before, but I guess not.

"He's definitely got a fever. Quite a high one at that."

"Hm." Scraps nodded, leaning against his walls. She never came in here, shrimpo would absolutely have kicked her out by now if he wasn't sick. "I think we already knew that."

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"Tisha."

"Vee."

Tisha stared blankly at the robot. The run had been going smoothly so far. They'd made it up to floor 7. There were only four toons on this run, and the current floor only had twisted Shrimpo and Boxten. Vee was on the last machine when the tissue box had come over.

"What do you want?" The robot blinked, looking away unfazed.

"I found a bucket of water."

Vee froze at that.
"What? How? And— keep that away from me. I don't want to short-circuit."

"Hm. If you say so." Tisha laughed. It's not like she had actually planned to spill it. She just enjoyed seeing Vee on edge. Well, it's a shame she tripped right as she was about to turn away and spilt it all over Vee.

"YOU—" The green robot had turned around to yell at her, but she was already gone.

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Shelly had been wandering around the floor aimlessly, avoiding twisteds and looking for either a machine or someone doing a machine.

She'd only just lost the twisted chasing her when Tisha ran past, holding an empty bucket. Coincidentally, the opposite direction from the loud glitching noises.

The ammonite slowly walked around the corner, only to be met with the sight of a familiar, green computer sprawled out on the floor.

"Vee...?" She began, glancing down at her worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"I-i'm fine." The TV sat up slowly, placing a hand to her head. Her face and voice was glitching a lot, cutting off in the middle of words randomly. "Ti-isha just spilled a b-it of wa-at-er on m—"

She was cut off by a sudden scream. This hurt; Vee couldn't deny that.

"VEE!" Shelly yelled, crouching down by her side and helping her back into a sitting position. "You're drenched— this isn't just, 'a little bit of water!' What are the side effects?"

"I—" Vee thought for a moment, wincing every few seconds. "Gli-itches with bo-oth my f-face and v-voice, pot-tential sh-short ci-irc-cuit a-and if it g-gets in-s-side o-of my sy-ystem, wi-ich it has, ra-andom bu-urs-sts of p-pain."

"Well you just screamed in pain— are you in any pain now?"

Vee looked off to the side.
"Uh... N-no? May-aybe.. mayb-e a b-bit?"

"It's a lot more than, 'a bit,' isn't it?" Shelly narrowed her eyes. Vee wasn't very good at lying, she never was.

"Mhm.." the robot leaned into her, her screen shutting off for a split second before turning back on. "I-ill be fi-ine th-thou-ough. It's no-othi-ing seri-i-ious."

"You're not fine though." Shelly furrowed her eyebrows in concern, and then turned to the wheel on the machine behind her. "We're ending this run early, sorry Vee."

Vee opened her mouth to argue, but then closed it as another pain shook her systems. Within a few more seconds, Shelly was now bathed in a bright blue light.

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Vee regained consciousness a few hours later. She was no longer covered in water, but there was a subtle ache spanning across her entire body. She sat up slightly, trying to remember what had happend.

Wait.

THE RUN! WHERE WAS—

oh.

She stopped, glancing around. Someone must have taken her back to her room.

"VEE! DON'T SIT UP." She was suddenly pushed back down. She didn't have the energy to fight back anyway, instead glancing up at the toon who'd been in the room with her. Shelly. "Sorry, uh, I'm glad you're up, though."

The robot winced, grabbing the side of her head.
"How long was I unconscious for..?"

"An hour or so."

"How did I get back here?"

Shelly looked away nervously.
"I uhm, I took you back here."

Vee didn't respond to that, too tired to question anything else. Instead, she turned off her monitor and allowed herself to fall back asleep.

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Shrimpo hated ichor. He hated how it took over his body. He hated the loneliness that now crept through the once lively floors. He hated the pain spanning across his body. He hated his inability to speak.

He hated Dandy and all those other toons. He hated how they'd left him to die. He hated how he'd never see any of those toons he once hated again.

He hated that he'd never see Goob again.

The shrimp roamed the halls aimlessly, searching for any way to end his misery. The floor was silent, dust flying around. He trudged on. He walked, walking aimlessly, until a ding from the elevator caught his attention.

"Could you distract while I do the machines?"

"Of course! Those twisteds can never catch up to me."

Shrimpo froze, standing still as a familiar figure came into vision; the one person he believed himself incapable of seeing again.

Goob.

His body lunged in his direction, running in pursuit as he tried to reach him. He didn't bother to notice the twisted Tisha also following him, or the fact they were running in circles. He just needed to reach Goob; that's all he knew.

After what seemed like an eternity, a loud ding was heard, and Goob began running away. Tisha lost interest, going back to cleaning, but Shrimpo stayed in pursuit.

"WAIT!" He so desperately wanted to call out, running after Goob as he entered the elevator. "DON'T LEAVE ME!"

But it was no use; the elevator had already closed in his face. Shrimpo banged on the door, silently begging to be let in, but they didn't understand. They never did. They'd never realise that it was truly him.

"I hate you." But the words never came.

"I hate you so much."

For the first time in years, he allowed a single tear to fall down his ichor stained face. Sometimes, just sometimes, his silence would speak louder than words.

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📺------🐚

Vee didn't need rest— or at least that's what most toons thought.

In reality, she would need to charge sometimes. Every week or so, to be exact. It just so happened that she hadn't charged yet this week. Though, she couldn't see any side effects— apart from the fact she felt heavy and extremely slow. Maybe she was tired, but so what? It's not like she would die from not turning off for a few hours. She'd be fine.

Probably.

It's not like it was a necessity; you couldn't overwork a robot. ...As far as Vee knew, that is.

She shrugged off the feeling of tiredness that still lingered before walking off to go find Shelly.

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Shelly had been sitting in the lobby, waiting for Vee. Today was a great day for her, Vee had agreed to hang out with her, which she NEVER did!

She'd been lost in her thoughts until the loud sound of metal footsteps brought her back to reality, making her stand up and glance behind her.

"Oh, hey Vee!"

"Hi, Shelly." Even though there was no expression behind her voice, Shelly could tell that something was off. Her voice was glitching. Not only that, but she seemed to be both speaking and talking slower than usual. The ammonite narrowed her eyes in concern.

"Are you okay?" She began, slowly lowering herself back into a sitting position and motioning for Vee to come sit with her.

Vee did just that, sitting next to Shelly without another thought.
"Yes. I'm fine; why do you ask?"

"You're glitching."

"Am I?" The robot raised an eyebrow, glancing at the fossil. "I didn't notice."

"You're not okay, Vee. Why are you lying to me?"

"I—" Vee sighed. She was absolutely shit at lying, Shelly would never believe her. "I am fine, I'm just tired."

"Robots can get tired? How does that work?" The ammonite shot a glance at Vee. She didn't mean anything harmful by it. It was just an inquiry, if anything. "Do you need to power off or something, then?"

"Well, I mean, I should've been charging.. but I may have delayed charging for an entire week.."

"WHAT?!"

"BUT DON'T WORRY! THERE'S NO SIDE EFFECTS THAT I CAN SEE! I DOUBT I'M EVEN TIRED, IT'S PROBABLY JUST A FAULT IN MY CO—" Before she could finish her sentence, she was already being dragged away by Shelly.

"I've heard enough. I'm putting you on charge."

Vee tried to get away from her, but her battery was so low that she couldn't manage more than a weak push. Maybe she was tired.
"This is unnecessary! I am perfectly capable of charging myself, Shelly."

"You delayed charging for a week and only admitted that you were tired because I forced you to. And even then, you didn't even admit it properly." Shelly had reached Vee's room by now and had already pushed open the door before dragging Vee to her bed. The fact that Vee even had a bed surprised her. "How do you charge?"

The robot glanced away, avoiding eye contact.
"There's a charging port on my back."

"Where's the charger?"

"I'll get it—" Vee attempted to stand up but was quickly pushed back down by Shelly.

"I'll get it. Where is it?"

She made sure that Shelly knew how annoyed she was by this, letting out a quiet grumble of annoyance before pointing to a table on the other side of the room.

Shelly grinned in satisfaction at her victory, walking over to the table and grabbing it before plugging Vee in.

"I hate charging," Vee groaned, sitting up. "I don't even need this!"

"Yes, you do, so get used to it."

"I'm not tired, though."

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm notttt...!"

"Yes, you are! Your voice is glitching again! Go to sleep.. Or whatever the alternative is for you."

Vee let out one more groan of annoyance before finally listening and turning off. At least now she could get the rest that she needed, whether she would admit that or not.

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"SHRIMPO!!" Glisten screamed. It wasn't an actual scream, though, think those zesty scream audios you get on tiktok. He screams like that. "GIVE ME THE MACHINE! I'M A FASTER EXTRACTOR THAN YOU!"

"I HATE GIVING PEOPLE MACHINES!" he yelled back. "AND I HATE YOU!!"

Glisten blinked, and then sighed, choosing to walk away from the situation. Whatever, he'd just go bug someone else for a machine.

Shrimpo didn't care, anyways, turning back around and continuing to extract.

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The elevator opened after what felt like an eternity, so Shrimpo ran to the elevator as fast as he could.

As usual, he was the last one there. The fact this was a small run made it even more embarrassing. There was only him, glisten, Scraps and Brightney in the elevator.

"Alright, I think that should be good for today," Brightney grinned, turning to the wall. "Let's go back up."

"I HATE BRIGHTNEY'S LIGHT!" Shrimpo screamed, causing Glisten to walk over to him.

"As much as you hate giving me machines?"

"I HATE GIVING YOU THINGS EVEN MORE! I'M CAPABLE OF DOING IT MYSELF!"

"That floor could've gone by faster, though."

"I DON'T CARE, I HATE YOU!"

"Girl, shut the fuck up before I rip your shrimp tail out of your head." Glisten put his hand out infront of him as he spoke, obviously in the gay pose. How else would he do it?

"I'LL RIP YOUR UGLY PINK BOW OUT!"

"GASP, HOW DARE— oh yeah, babe, are you still up for that movie tonight?"

"Babe?" Scraps, who had been rather invested in the argument, suddenly turned around in confusion. "And what do you mean movie tonight? You were JUST arguing."

"So? We always do this." Glisten narrowed his eyes, clearly confused.

"What. Since when?"

"I HATE THAT SCRAPS DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT US!"

"Wait—" The zesty joyride mirror suddenly burst out laughing, taking a moment to catch his breath. "You do realise me and Shrimpo are together, right?"

"WHAT?!" Both Brightney and Scraps yelled out at the same time.

"I HATE WHEN PEOPLE DON'T KNOW THAT IM IN A RELATIONSHIP!"

"Shrimpo gets bitches?" Brightney gawped.

"Girl, shut the fuck up and go back to kissing your robot girlfriend or some shit."

"WHAT?"

"I HATE GIRLKISSERS!"

Scraps laughed while watching this, deciding to join in with the interesting conversation.
"You just admitted to dating Glisten."

"I HATE BEING A BOYKISSER!"

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Headcanons!1!!!1!1

-She does have emotions. They were accidentally programmed into her during programming for the show. It took forever to realise that she had them, and she still doesn't understand them. She has a bad habit of just pretending she can't feel and bottling it up.

-Vee is absolutely terrified of water. It was programmed into her that she should be wary of it, but because erm EMOTIONS. it ended up becoming a whole ass phobia
To the point where her toon handler got her an umbrella at one point and tried to get her to stand in the rain for some like,, extra skills? Idk, she figured it was important for her to know if she was ever outside gardenview for whatever reason then she could take shelter. She refused to get within a foot of it. It got to the point where they ended up getting all the other mains to try and get her to take one step outside and she just refused

-she doesn't really like animals but if she had to pick a favourite she'd pick a crow or a mouse

-Had the realest ass reaction to her twisted out of anyone.
"Damn that bitch is ugly, she looks nothing like me"

-There's a possibility they accidentally programmed autism into her. This totally isn't me projecting

-They accidentally programmed A LOT of things into her— like she is not meant to feel pain or be able to form opinions/interests without them telling her to think that but she can for whatever reason

-She can't get "injured" in the normal sense but she can absolutely be harmed. If anything she's probably like 10x more easy to hurt than any of the other toons

-doesn't know why Tisha doesn't like her. Tisha just thinks she's an asshole.

-speaking of which, a LOT of toons think she's an asshole. She's not, she's just REALLY bad with social cues and brutally honest.

-awful at lying. Not used to acting since her actual face wasn't used under cameras. Part of the reason she's so brutally honest: she knows she's not gonna get away with it if she lies

-GIRLKISSER GIRLKISSER GIRLKISSER

Full on angst headcanons—

-yeah she does not like herself. She doesn't get why toons like her, she doesn't see herself as a person. She was made to be a tool and that's all she can see herself as

-Never admits when she needs help because she doesn't wanna seem weak. She managed to convince herself that if she showed vulnerability, she'd no longer be useful and be tossed aside

-M̶a̶y̶ ̶o̶r̶ ̶m̶a̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶a̶t̶t̶e̶m̶p̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶f̶o̶r̶e̶
She'd never admit it if you asked her

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Hates leg warmers
Hates Glisten
Hates fridges
Hates tooth picks
Hates packing peanuts
Hates paper
Hates milk
Hates newspapers
Hates mops
Hates cars
Hates keys
Hates knives
Hates plastic forks
Hates outlets
Hates pants
Hates concrete
Hates twister
Hates glow sticks
Hates clocks
Hates radios
Hates thermometers
Hates computers
Hates Vee
Hates mp3 players
Hates air freshener
Hates beds
Hates lip gloss
Hates chocolate
Hates tables
Hates shampoo
Hates canvas
Hates cups
Hates clamps
Hates wallets
Hates toilets
Hates needle from bfdi
Hates packing peanuts
Hates towels
Hates drawers
Hates artists
Hates scraps
Hates bottle from bfdi
Hates glasses
Hates brightney
Hates bananas
Hates headphones
Hates bottle caps
Hates sand paper
Hates street lights
Hates bookmarks
Hates razzle and dazzle
Hates vases
Hates cameras
Hates hair ties
Hates toe rings
Hates cookie jars
Hates chalk
Hates springs
Hates flags
Hates USB drives
Hates clothes
Hates sticky notes
Hates oneshots
Hates ao3
Hates astro
Hates goob
Hates this book
Hates breaking the fourth wall

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Told myself I wasn't gonna do this but surprise surprise I can't handle two hyperfixations on two different characters at once
I no longer like Vee and shrimpo equally,, I still like shrimpo but not enough to have an entire book dedicated to him

So this is just vee oneshots now

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"So... are you busy after this?" Vee paused, leaning back ever so slightly. 

"Huh...? OH! You're asking me!!"

"...Yes, I'm talking to you."

The person she was talking to, Shelly, quickly composed herself (or attempted to), a small smile on her face.

"Nope! Not busy at all! What do you need?"

"Just help moving around supplies." 

"Oh... uhm, right... of course."

"Meet me by the tree after."

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Just like asked, Shelly met up with Vee by the tree after the run. They quickly started to walk upstairs, avoiding the elevator since it would no longer take them up further.

The silence was deafening, and very awkward. To lighten the mood, the ammonite spoke up.

"So uh... you know I've never seen you scared by a twisted."

"I don't get scared," Vee replied simply, a sense of pride lingering in her words.

"You don't...? Like, no fears at all?"

"Yep. I've never felt scared in all honesty. Why, do you have fears?"

"...No— well, yeah, but they're stupid."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. They're quite embarrassing. Are YOU sure you don't have fears?"

"100% positive! Oh, we're here." Vee stopped, standing outside the storage room before opening the door. "Ladies first?"

"We're both girls, Vee." Shelly walked in first anyways. No point in rejecting a door being held open for her.

"Hm, maybe. But whatever just take the gesture."

"What the fuck do you mean maybe?"

"Have you seen how I dress?"

"...fair point."

The two walked into the room, searching around for the supplies that they needed. Once they found them, both Shelly and Vee prepared to walk back out of the room.

...that was until Vee suddenly dropped the box she was hiding and hid behind Shelly.

"Erm... Vee?"

"There's a puddle. Someone spilt water."

"So, just walk around it? It's not in the wa—" she stopped talking, getting a glimpse of the gameshow host's face. She looked horrified. "Are you scared?"

"..."

"Vee."

"Okay, I may have partially lied... I can get scared..."

"Partially?"

"I DIDN'T LIE ABOUT THE, 'NO FEARS' PART!"

"How? You're clearly scared of the water?"

"...because it's not a fear..."

"What is it then?" Shelly raised an eyebrow.

". . ."

"Vee?"

"I may or may not be diagnosed with a phobia of water..."

Shelly stayed silent for a minute.

"...and you NEVER THOUGHT TO MENTION THIS TO ANYONE?"

"IT WAS NEVER IMPORTANT BEFORE!" 

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU HOE?"

"I DON'T KNOW!!!!!!!!1!!1"