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"WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!"
A red, fiery crustacean glared angrily at the tall, pendulum clock that was staring down at a...tinier pendulum clock in his palms. The toon flicked his wrist, his fingers snapping the clock shut and placing it into his coat pocket. Dyle peered down at Shrimpo with a cool expression. His clockhand moustache twitched; something in his eye mirroring the tinge of repression. Dyle dusted himself off.
"Shrimpo," The clock began. "Have you ever heard of...'The Outside?'"
The iconic angry expression Shrimpo wore stared at Dyle for a few seconds. It then softened; like Shrimpo couldn't keep the mask up. This is all that Dyle needed to know.
Dyle looked away, then twisted his behind them. The artificial lights shined down upon the two as an eternal sun that poisoned their senses; All while the giant tree loomed over them, shielding the faux sun rays. Despite the lack of windows, they could sense when it's day or night. To Shrimpo, it could feel like 7 in the morning. Super early. Stupid early. THe same kind of early that Dyle would awoke to (not like he knew of Dyle's heavy preference for isolation in the mornings.) Dyle knew that it's 7 in the morning.
He used his time to be with his trains all for this.
Dyle's eyes flickered to the entrance of Gardenview. The empty train tracks, condemned from civilian's hands. He stared at the railway from their current distance. His throat closed. And then the sound of loud chugging emerged. He watched the train blow by, and he took a breath.
"I could show you," Dyle offered. "The Outside."
Dyle couldn't see him, but he sensed a huge shift on Shrimpo's face. When the clock flipped his head back to the smaller toon, Shrimpo still kept his mask on...with varying results. It almost made Dyle want to tell him to just cry. Cry it out like an obnoxious infant. It be more fitting for him, Dyle could tolerate more sad types than whatever "bully" type Shrimpo tends to be. He wouldn't even call what Shrimpo does as "bullying." It's more like tearing others down because you're bored. Oh, how he'd wanna—
"..YEAH."
Dyle blinked a couple of times. He watched as Shrimpo visibly tried to avoid making eye contact with him. The little shrimp folded his arms.
"BUT...WHY ME?"
Dyle blinked once more. His eyes shifted, and then returned to Shrimpo. "Why you?"
Shrimpo nodded.
Crap.
Dyle stood silently. There was a moment where he could feel Shrimpo's sense of doubt raising rapidly. Dyle snapped his whole body around and fully faced the crustacean. He placed a hand on his tiny shoulder, causing the 'bully' to look up a tad in surprise. Dyle mustered up a convincing small smile.
"Because I believe you need release," Dyle stated flatly. "By—Seeing it, I mean. Apologies."
Dyle then stepped behind Shrimpo. His hand snaked around, following its arm as Dyle began to put pressure against Shrimpo's back. He gently pushed the smaller toon along, pendulum chain in his other hand as thr clock directed them towards the rail way.
"You have been in here since the day you were born. You have never had the room of your own to grow into," continued the clock. "Nobody really likes you, not even the children, and—uh...I, too, would be miffed. I believe a quick visit might make you turn yourself around."
Shrimpo still avoided eye contact from Dyle. The bullshit the man stuck together. He couldn't tell if he even hit a nerve in the shrimp; not like manipulating the fool by the Schrodinger's Cat of his heartstrings was the primary goal. Part of Dyle could accept the defeat of being unable to be convincing. He had a back up plan, and logically, it'd be much easier to go with it was the first option. And a intrusive thought is an intrusive thought. Unless, is more-so a slimly invasive fantasy.
Eagerly waiting for Shrimpo's response, Dyle was colored surprised when he felt the sudden tackle of a pathetic shrimp repressing his gratitude. He buried his face into Dyle's coat as he gripped his waist. The toon looked up; Shrimpo still wearing that comedic frown as he wiped one of his eyes with the back of his hand.
"I...PROMISE THAT I WON'T SAY..ANY MEAN THINGS TO ANYBODY FOR A..MONTH."
Dyle then gave Shrimpo an empty smile.
” TWO MONTHS. TH-THREE?—FI——“
He dropped his chain and grabbed shrimpo by the shoulders. He then scooped him up from his armpits and placed him back a few inches; Dyle’s most ‘polite’ way of telling him to... ‘give him space. ‘
Shrimpo’s frown quivered. His big eyes looked away once more, hiding from Dyle’s assumed gaze. The conductor grabbed his chain, swiftly crouching down before giving Shrimpo the attention he wished he didn’t have.
“That’s fine by me,” Dyle said, dusting a spot on his coat off. “Come. The freight train to The Outside is moments away.”
Dyle’s mustache twitched. The crustacean did not know how much dyle did not like to miss his deadlines. To mess with the trains’ schedule, is the equivalent of stepping on his shoes; wiping the dirt and crap that sits caked under your heel onto him like he deserved it. Blatant, thinly veiled disrespect for him and everything he stood for.
Blood.
He told himself to keep his composure. They weren’t even in the locomotive yet. As the pendulum clock lead the shrimp to the gates, Dyle’s gaze flickered off towards the direction when he heard the heavy chugging of the train’s wheels echoing off of the tunnel walls. They slipped through the gates, and stepped onto the dirty concrete runway, Dyle unconsciously kicking an empty fast food cup as he strutted by.
Shrimpo shivered at the touch. The conditioning of rotting carpet and old wood was nevermore present. Dyle observed at the corner of his eye.
The chugging grew louder.
Shrimpo’s heart couldn't take it. He leaned over to gain a closer look; wondering if it’d make the blackness of the tunnel’s hall go deeper, present more. He would’ve nearly fell in if it wasn’t for Dyle to hold him back. The extended palm patted the shrimp’s chest. His touch firm yet confronted Shrimpo gently like a concerned parent. Shrimpo’s face hardened; Flushing away a feeling that he didn’t want to visit, he was already more embarrassed than he has ever been able to in his little life.
Two white dots peered from the dark. Shrimpo stared into the tunnel, his throat tightening. It peered like it was a predator in the abyss. Peering through thick bush, stalking him. Waiting for shrimpo to put his guard down . His pupils shrunk as he watched the dots grow brighter. It beamed into the tunnel the whitest light and he couldn;t fight back in the instinct to shut his eyes. The brief moment of blindness shielded the feeing of Dyle inching closer to the shrimp, leaning down and his hand transfering from his chest to his thin bicep. Shrimpo froze when he felt Dyle’s breath near his ear.
”Isn’t she wonderful?” Dyle swooned.
The chugging boomed in shrimpo’s ears as the train finally arrived at their station. The blinding beams quickly went as they came, and shrimpo peeled his burning eyes open to reveal a huge blue, metal box. A spring in the toon’s stomach was unloaded; his eye’s growing big as if it was instinct that he knew what he was seeing. He almost wanted to ask Dyle if this was even real. But that’d be stupid!
The shrimp toon squirmed in Dyle’s binds and was quickly let free as he was given the freedom to run up closer to the divine contraption. Containing his excitement was as difficult as controlling the urges to hurt himself. Speaking of hurting himself—Has Dyle ever—?
He slammed his palm upside his head. A weak, yet brief, thought on if Dyle saw that mustered inside his head.
“You may take a look inside,” Dyle said. His accent and tone were smooth as silk If thought of too much, it’d sound like the romanticized sweet, rich flavor of the most expensive toffee candy. Shrimpo’s head whipped back. He rubbed his wrist in hesitation, his eyes flickering back into the open door of the train.
“I could take you to the control room,” Dyle offered. He stepped closer and put a hand on Shrimpo’s shoulder. His chill smile subtly jerked to the side when he noticed Shrimpo glancing away. “There is a..big window. There. You’ll be able to see The Outside immediately, a-and in a big scale, too.”
‘HE KEEPS TOUCHING ME A LOT..’ Shrimpo thought.
But part of him reeeeaaalllyyy wanted to go see The Outside. I mean…he’s already here. So…
The toon shoved Dyle’s hand off his shoulder. “YEAH..YEAH…SURE. WHATEVER.” Dyle made a fist.
When the two stepped inside, curiosity struck Shrimpo immediately as his head scanned the car. There were wooden crates with big black, scary stamps with words like “BREAD” and some weird branding he doesn’t understand. and big, white boxes with the texture of compressed popcorn. Are they in the cargo part of the train?
Shrimpo looked up at Dyle like he was asking him for directions. Dyle glanced at him, then blinked away as he once again placed his hand on Shrimpo’s shoulder, turning him around and guiding him past the goods until he spotted a regular metal door. There clock slid the door open and stepped onto a very tiny metal platform, with thin metal railing and some big bunch of metal junk between the current platform their on and the next one in front of them. only a step away. They could literally step over the thing. It made Shrimpo feel afraid anyway. He doesn’t know what any of this is. He’s at Dyle’s mercy. He is forced toput his trust in him that he won’t die on this beast.
Dyle grabbed Shrimpo’s hand and stepped right over the unknown boundedment of metal, and Shrimpofollowed suit. There pendulum clock then slid open another door and the same thing repeated a second time until they got into a place that looked more dark and much more claustrophobic than the rest of the cars. Sat in front of them was a panel and a lever sitting in the middle of it. Shrimpo wanted to touch it. It looked like…fun! Maybe. Dyle lightly pushed Shrimpo aside and instinctively pulled down the lever, disappointing him. The train reved to life as it immediately wound up forward and into the black abyss.
“Here,” Dyle said, and he guided Shrimpo down into one of the driver’s seats. There were shrimp’s shirt shrinks as the toon sat down into the seat that was a bit too big for him, exposing light and dark scars along his upper thigh. Dyle stared blankly at those scars.
The light in the control room quickly faded. Shrimpo froze again. He didn;t like not being able to see in a scary place. His eyes looked to the left despite seeing nothing.
“…DYLE?”
He was met with nothing.
Shrimpo’s eyes slid forward. “UM…”
”..DYLE??”
Still nothing. His shoulder’s tensed and he began to curl in ward into himself. The toon’s head hung low like he were a dog that got scolded by its owner. Just as he was about to quietly panic, a white dot caught his attention. But it wasn’t the same.
The light didn’t burn his retinas, but instead welcomed its gaze, embracing it like a warm blanket. Slowly, that dot grew colorful; a peach sky with a golden ball of what he knew was ‘sun.’ All the anxiety was chased away as the view developed before Shrimpo’s eyes.
Large, dark green rolling hills that looked like miniature mountains. The healthy foilage and small forests decorating the hills like it were lace. Rails supported with walls of cobbletone. And big black stripes paving through the heavenly scenery. He even sees a few mini wheeled contraptions on said black stripes. There was life out there! There’s probably even, a bigger world than Gardenview. And for once in Shrimpo’s life, he complimented something with no bullshit around it; having an astonished “whoa…” escape his angry lips.
Shrimpo’s head was then yanked back by a force grappling around his shrimp tail and sharp pain was bludgeoned into his neck. Warmth trailed down his the outside of his throat, as warm as the temperature of his body. The pain grew and was swiftly drowned out into nothing. He watched as an arm motioned repeatedly cross his neck in a frantic pace. It appeared to be holding something. Whatever it was, it would be yanked from his neck and slammed bakc into it again like it were an axe and his neck was a nice, choppable tree. Shrimpo would never know what it is, however. The hand was covered in splattered black and Shrimpo’s head began to tip backwards. It wasn’t long until he was able to spot the culprit.
Dyle lifted Shrimpo’s head up by his shrimp tail and looked into his dying eyes. They were grey around the edges, veins bleeding through as his scarred pupils stared into Dyle’s dead gaze. The train operator watched the life disappear from those eyes, and when Shrimpo was gone, heplaced his head down onto the empty space of the panel. They morning sun dawned into the control room as Dyle stared at the decapitated head of Shrimpo the Shrimp. He crossed his arms and stood at his heel, reflecting on the event that had occured. Dyle could’ve done better.
It was too quick. He could’ve tortured him before snuffing him. The route for the cargo train took one three quarter hours to complete. That’d give him plently of time to play with the thing before the doing the job and returning to Gardenview. Hell, was today not the day to clean out the cargo cars after this current pickup?
If he had veins in his head, one would be bulging right now. He balled a fist and held it against his mouth. “Fuck.”
Dyle’s gaze returned to the head and it softened for a second. “Well, now that I have some time alone…”
He shrugged as he stepped in front of the slumped body and crouched down to where he was more so at viewing level of its bottom half. Dyle casually lifted up Shrimpo’s shirt and revealed a small set of prepubecent dick and balls. This made Dyle wonder of Shrimpo’s age. To him, he was like some troubled t(w)eenager. Like he were thirteen to maybe fourteen in a half. Sometimes felt twelve to him, but thatonly depended on what Shrimpo had done. And yet, he was underdeveloped in the reproductive category.
Dyle stared at the body’s genitals for a moment before lifting the shirt upwards a little bit more and retracted his hand. He had a nice view of Shrimpo’s lower half now. He grabbed the hips and lifted them forward. Dyle then grabbed the side of the body’s back and flipped it to the right. He folded the body over, and continued to flip the corpse until it was laying belly first on the driver’s seat. A little red rear sat perked up, presented for no one but dyle to see. The toon stared hazily at the lewd presentation of the corpse, and sighed.]
He then unbuttoned his coat and pushed it open, digging into the belt buckle of his pants. He pulled it undone, glaring down at the undressing like he were ordered to dothis,and that he would rather do anything else. Once his pants were undone, Dyle dug his member oout from the cotton cloth of his undergarments and began to gently massage himself, staring at Shrimpo’s chilling, ambiguously aged, pathetic, mentally ill, corpse ass. The semi-hard shaft between his fingers twitched as he violently insulted the passed toon in hisown head. It was the only thing that was actually working. Dyle felt himself continue to twitch, and the moment he pushed his own boundaries into being more depraved for his own liking, he felt his face flush at the sight and feel of himself finally growing hard.
Dyle wrapped his whole hand around his shaft and pumped it a couple of times. He then drew himself closer to the corpse and used his other hand to pull a cheek open, pulling the soft bottom to the sideto reveal the special little hole Shrimpo had been hiding. Now it belonged to Dyle and it can be used as many times as he wanted, without any consequences. He aimed himself at Shrimpo’s butthole and pushed. The clock instinctively grunted. It felt like he was shoving himself up against a dense, fleshy wall. It didn’t;t feel like it was going to budge.
He pushed again. And again. He pushed hardeer, holding his place and tried to push his hips into the corpse’s as far as physically possible. Until, dyle broke through. His whole penis was swallowed by the deceased underaged ass. Any remaining warmth of the corpse was welcoming their guest as it burelled into their rectum. Part of Dyle began to wonder wht it would be like if he did this right before he killed Shrimpo. He wanted to feel him clench. This made Dyle wantnto pant like a horny dog.
The train ran through The Outside as Dyle had his way with the corpse. The beautiful dusky scenery passed byas it shielded the grotesque events of a crazed cartoon character killing his own kind and fucking the corpse to make up for his mistake of not taking his own time. Nobody in both Gardensview nor The Outside would know about this. Dyle had a plan for that as well. He knew how often unnoticed Shrimpo was due to his nature. He was naturally alone because any living being with a functioning conscience naturally doesn’t not like anyone that lives ito spread misery.
‘The more kindly toons only interact with him because they’re programed to behave that way,’ Dyle thought.
When Dyle gets 35 minutes away from the pick up station, he will finish and begin to quickly clean up the crime scene. It wouldn’t be sanitized, but it would be at a realistic effort and a bandaid solution for when he returns to Gardenview. He would place Shrimpo’s head and body in a industrial trash bag and hide the bag in a hidden compartment for first aid and other emergency supplies in the locomotive. Anything flammable will be burned. Anything else will be eaten away with acid.
Or…perhaps he doesn’t need to go that far.
It’s not like any of their handlers will be coming back.