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Is anything even real, is he real? Maybe we're the twisteds and they're the toons and we're the monsters and- fuck who cares!
Is it obvious Shrimpo was going insane? Yes, super.
It's been days since that one interaction, and Shrimpo hasn't got a lick of sleep.
Is his gut feeling right or is he being a dumbass?
Well today's the day he'll find out, since him and Cosmo are on that stupid list.
He's been having hallucinations, is that obvious?
He punches his wall out of pure frustration, the shift was gonna be rolling soon and the shrimp somehow gained the ability to unfocus his eyes willingly due to his insomnia. "I HATE DWELLING ON YOU COSMO!! CURSE YOU!!"
"THAT STUPID ROLL CAKE, WITH HIS STUPID COOKIES, WITH HIS ABSURDLY STUPID CUTE.. FACE.." He pauses for a second, keeping his tone down for the first time in forever, someone might or might've heard him say that.
He goes outside of his room, inspecting his surroundings before letting out a sigh of relief. It was early, Shrimpo could really use a nap.
"Everyone, Listen up. Be careful this shift. It's been brought attention to us that todays shift will be longer than usual.. reaching 20 floors or more. If I could have everyone's consent to this, I say we all be split into groups of 2." Rodger walked around the elevator, gathering everyone's eyes on him.
Taking charge as usual.
It annoyed Shrimpo, what authority does Rodger have over all of us other toons to act all bossy? It earns Rodger a long and obvious eye roll from the crustacean.
Rodger didn't care what the shrimp thought of him anyway, clearing his throat. The magnifying glass busies himself by observing the group, how everyone immediately started causing a ruckus.. calling 'dibs' on certain toons.
"Now everyone, I know most of you want to group up with your little friends and close associates, but grouping ourselves into efficient and advantageous pairs will be the smart move."
Multiple groans and sighs of relief fill the elevator shack, the toons now focusing back on Rodger.
As the group huddled around, conversing what could be the best strategies. Since there were 8 of them, it was easy to split in pairs without leaving one behind.
But obviously Shrimpo didn't know that, he wasn't listening, he would never listen to anybody!
"Sprout can focus his heals on Looey and stay close whilst still doing machines to save up tapes, and Cosmo can stay with Shrimpo just in case he loses a heart."
What?
"Sorry?"
"WHAAT!?"