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Shrimpo was running as fast as he could, even if he wasn't particularly the fastest toon in the world, yet wouldn't admit to being the slowest, either.
Of course, his efforts were to no avail, it wasn't long before the Twisted had caught up to him, slamming him straight into the floor and causing him to scream in agony, but not seeming to be the cause of his death yet in spite of what Shrimpo expected.
It was confusing, why wasn't he dead yet? Didn't this amalgamation of a flower, of the head mascot, kill Toons like him immediately? Twisted Dandy had already killed everyone else alive, afterall.
Shrimpo couldn't even say he was relieved to be the last one alive — No, not at all. Because even with the fact that he would've probably been dead by now, he felt like something was wrong, very wrong.
Shrimpo couldn't even ponder or speak before he felt the Twisted grip onto the top of his head, forcing him to face directly towards the creature.
Those eyes were staring right at him, the large grin on the Twisteds face widening even more once it noticed the fearful and confused look on Shrimpos face, clearly finding amusement in such a reaction — Despite knowing that anyone would have the same reaction if they stumbled upon a Twisted Dandy.
It tilted its head mockingly yet curiously, looming over in a way that made Shrimpo shudder in fear, moving closer to the shrimp-headed toons face and letting Shrimpo wonder what was to come.
Shrimpo would struggle out of the monsters grasp, but he was pinned down. Shrimpo was sure that even if he could, the Twisted would kill him immediately once he tries running away.
The Twisted used its other hand to tug at Shrimpos dress-shirt, before fully ripping it off of Shrimpos body, causing Shrimpos eyes to widen as he shouted at Twisted Dandy.
"HEY!-"
Shrimpo didn't know what was gonna happen, why was it undressing him? That wasn't what Twisteds usually did.
Shrimpos eyes widened when he felt Twisted Dandy pull his knees up to his chest, if Shrimpo wasn't already scared, he was now.
Twisted Dandy wasn't gonna kill him, no. He was gonna do something much worse, while possibly keeping him alive for as long as possible.
Shrimpo didn't even know what it was that the Twisted was gonna do to him, torture him? Maybe, but what did Shrimpo do to deserve that?
"I DON'T DESERVE THAT!" Shrimpo thought, deep down knowing someone else would say the complete opposite of what his thoughts said, Twisted Dandy probably being that 'someone else', too.
His breathing was getting heavier as the twisteds hand slowly moved down to his chest and began mockingly rubbing his bare chest gently, knowing Shrimpos fear only increased more as it continued the gesture.
It giggled, its giggle sounding nothing like a giggle to Shrimpo, the anticipation on his face was clear and visible, the giant Twisted was excited and desirous.
Shrimpo couldn't even tell why Twisted Dandy was excited. He didn't even want to know its reasoning either, having a gut feeling that the reasoning was nothing but morally wrong.
Shrimpo examined the Twisted carefully, eyes stopping on the dripping, black tentacle inbetween its legs.
It only gave Shrimpo more confusion, he knew what a tentacle like that was used for, but..
What was Dandy gonna do to him?
Shrimpos question was answered when he felt Twisted Dandy move even closer to him, the Twisted not wasting another second before it forced itself into the Toon, causing Shrimpo to scream in pain.
The Twisteds size was much bigger than Shrimpo, Shrimpo didn't understand how he hadn't ripped in half with how in practice, the size of the throbbing tentacle would barely fit inside of Shrimpo. The slick (Or ichor..?) on the Twisteds tentacle didn't help much, and Dandy didn't care about going gentle on the survivor.
It was mindlessly thrusting into him again and again, Shrimpos screams cut off by another one each time he felt its tentacle enter him, trying and trying to get out of the Twisteds grasp but ultimately failing to do so.
The large grin on Dandys face was taunting and hungry, not caring about Shrimpos attempts to fight back. He was only chasing two things, his own pleasure, and the pride of being able to torture Shrimpo in such a way and have such power over him.
Afterall, Shrimpo was a bully, one without a reason to be such. Dandy felt as if his twisted, morally wrong reasoning for this was valid, even if deep down he knew that this was too far.
But seeing Shrimpo like this.. Dandy liked it, he liked that pain. Not that he couldn't just kill him and get the same reaction, but this was different. This time, Dandy didn't have to see that fear in their eyes for a simple second.
He could see Shrimpos fear and pain for as long as he'd like to.
Dandy groaned loudly at the thought, scratching Shrimpos side and causing Shrimpo to sob and yell at him. Only barely bringing Dandy back to his senses, noticing how Shrimpo bled profusely from the deep scratch.
Dandy giggled, if anything, hearing Shrimpo whine and cry only fueled those predatorial instincts even more, Shrimpo was just making his own situation worse.
As much as Dandy wanted to scratch Shrimpo again just to hear him pathetically cry again, Shrimpo could possibly die from blood loss, resulting in that satisfying look of fear to disappear. Dandy didn't want that. Plus, he wasn't much of a necrophile either, he preferred them alive.
The more Dandy thought about it, it's been a while since he's actually had sex. Sure, him and Astro have gone a few before, but after he started the ichor operation, they've just been growing more and more apart.
It angered Dandy at first, because he somewhat did look at Astro a little bit higher than how he looked at the other Toons. But when Dandy pushed his anger aside, everything had been going smoothly. Astro's never been much of an obstacle recently, so him not being apart of Dandys important list was just fine.
This wasn't about Astro, though. He shouldn't be thinking about him at a time like this, he should be thinking about how amusing it was to see Shrimpo sob and scream in pain, how pathetic it was for such a brash Toon to be caught up in a situation like this. All because Shrimpo and his team hadn't bought from Dandys shop at all.
Dandy nibbled on the shrimp tail Shrimpos head had, leaving a mark due to his sharp teeth. It didn't taste much like shrimp, but he didn't really care. He cared about the fact Shrimpo sobbed and complained so pitifully, it was so satisfying to finally get to have someone in his grasp like this, especially the one who purposefully agitated him in the first place.
The one who told everyone to not give him his tapes, the one who insulted him everytime he tried selling, the one who did little to nothing for his team.
Dandy growled, if he could talk in this form, he would, he would insult Shrimpo, calling the bully out and mocking him about how useless he was, how he was at fault, how he wouldn't have been in a situation like this if he just learned how to play smart.
Not that Dandy was complaining, since now he had a little plaything he could use to relieve the stress he's been suppressing for all this time.
But Shrimpo surely was.
Shrimpo banged his own head on the wooden floor hard enough to make his head spin, his sobs and yells dying down and his limbs slowly but surely going limp. He knew it was pointless, it didn't care about his struggling, the Twisted was just a feral monster anyways, why would it care?
Shrimpo wished he just died early, wished that he wasn't the one experiencing this. Shrimpo wouldn't even wish this on anyone else, no matter how much he hated the other Toons.
Shrimpo whined when he could feel himself tear, how he could feel his own ichor dripping out of him, he felt so stretched and it burned so much, how did its tentacle even manage to fit inside of him?
He hated this, he hated this so much. He hated how the Twisted Dandy continued to stretch him and rearrange his insides, as if he was nothing but a toy, nothing but something to use and discard later.
Shrimpo didn't deserve such treatment, he wasn't a plaything! He thought that being able to survive until floor 8 was an achievement, to top it all off, he managed to be the last one alive when they encountered this Twisted. That surely was meant to be something people praised, right?
But with the situation at hand, he wished it killed him first, his insides burned and bled profusely and Shrimpo could only whine and sob. He didn't care that being killed first would just make him complain, it was better than whatever torture the Twisted decided on doing.
The lump in his throat prevented him from yelling at it, let alone beg. Shrimpo was in so much pain, internally and externally, but he wouldn't beg for Twisted Dandy to stop, because even with the fact that earlier ago he was screaming, kicking, and sobbing, he would never just beg so easily.
He was Shrimpo. He could- he could..
Who was he kidding? It hurt, stung and burned so much, the way it didn't seem to care about the fact its claws dug deeper into his bleeding wound and how his lower body tore and bled inside out was too much. Shrimpo couldn't even gather the energy to scream anymore, it wasn't going to listen or care if he yelled at it, anyways.
Shrimpo grumbled and cried at the same time, wasn't this supposed to be enjoyable? He's never actually had sex with anyone(Since no one wants to do such with a bully), but from what he's overheard, it's meant to be enjoyable. It's meant to feel good.
Maybe they were lying, because this hurted so, so much. Infact, Shrimpo could pass out at this rate, passing out infront of a monster like this would probably not be a good idea, but if losing consciousness meant he could just stop the pain for even a brief minute, he would.
Shrimpos breath grew heavier when he felt the Twisteds hand shift positions, going from his side to his head, it held his head firmly and securely, before lifting his head up and slamming it back onto the wooden floor.
Shrimpo groaned in pain, head spinning from the harsh treatment, it was all just to hear him scream again, wasn't it? Shrimpo didn't realize how quiet he's been after his throat felt sore from screaming and sobbing so much. The Twisted just had to realize and had to take matters into it's own hands, didn't it?
Shrimpo sobbed as he thought about it, closing his eyes shut and trying to focus on anything else other than the current situation at hand, try to focus on anything, anyone, other than Twisted Dandy.
It was hard, Shrimpo could barely try and force himself to think about something else, with how much his lower body hurted, with how much his side hurted, with how each thrust made him feel as if his insides were being rearranged, he wanted to puke, the bile in his throat piling up the more it continued, its desires and hunger seeming insatiable.
Shrimpo shrieked in a high pitch the minute he felt Twisted Dandy rip off a piece of his heads fin, at this point, it wanted him to sob and suffer. It wanted him to cry like this, it seemed more intentional than based off of feral instincts.
That made Shrimpo even more disgusted, the Twisted was doing this on purpose, for some unknown reason, and Shrimpo gagged at the thought of someone willingly torturing somebody else in a way like this, Twisted or Toon.
". . ." Shrimpo whimpered, wanting to say something to the Twisted, wanting it to listen to him and just stop.
But it wouldn't, would it? No matter if it actually understood him or not, it wouldn't care, he was just a little Toon to it. He hated that this was reality.
That no one was here to save him, none of those idiots could save him and he hated it. But did he want to actually be saved? To be seen like this? He wanted Twisted Dandy to stop, of course, but he didn't want someone to look at him with such pity.
The Twisteds thrusts only grew more rapid, it was pounding into him more quicker, causing Shrimpo to panic and yell in pain, his throat dry and his voice weak despite how frantic his yells were. The Twisted growled, arching its back to be able to see Shrimpos expression, before kissing Shrimpo and biting his lips, letting the ichor run down Shrimpos mouth as he gagged and cried.
Twisted Dandy didn't seem to care anymore, scratching at Shrimpos side again and digging his claws deep into the Toons bare skin, its other hand holding his head to keep him in place.
Shrimpo was bleeding profusely, the way that the tendril only grew thicker when it reached the base wasn't helping, he could feel himself tearing and ripping more now that it was going all out on him.
The Twisted growled, it came deep inside of the Toon, making Shrimpo gag and sob in disgust, his yelps and yells muffled by the forced kiss.
The Twisted seemed to not care that its claws had dug so deep it could rip that chunk out of Shrimpo, although, its movements slowed, before stopping completely.
Shrimpo whined and sniffled as it got out of him, its tendril now limp and no longer stiff as it stepped back, lowering its head to suck a bit of the ichor from Shrimpos bleeding side.
Then, it left, not killing him, as unfortunate as that was.
Shrimpo was quivering and grumbling to himself, he was so glad it was over, he was so glad it was over, there was one machine left which meant if he was quick enough he could maybe get out of here. It left him alive and maybe that meant it was sparing him? Well, Shrimpo supposed that it was because he was Shrimpo. That it was because he was so good that it decided to let him live, right?
Shrimpo tried to get up, stumbling and ultimately failing with how much it hurt, did it break his legs without him realizing? That seemed like a Twisted thing to do.
Shrimpo blinked, feeling something twist in his stomach. Shrimpo coughed, getting up to crouch before he puked on the floor. His head spinning as he looked down at his vomit.
Ichor?
Shrimpos breathing was heavy, was this how he was gonna die? He was gonna be corrupted with ichor? No.. no- he thought-
Shrimpo felt more bile pile up in his throat. Covering his mouth with his hand and puking up more ichor, Shrimpo tried to steady himself with his other arm, shaking and barely managing to keep himself from falling and laying down on the floor.
He was gonna twist, he hated this, everything already hurt so much, he didn't want more added onto that. But surprisingly, other than his spinning head and aching throat, the pain seemed to subside, it lessened and lessened slowly.
Shrimpo grunted, where did all the pain go? He was relieved, sure, but it was so..
Shrimpo screamed in pain, holding his stomach and puking even more ichor, his head falling and slamming straight onto the wooden, ichor covered floor beneath him as he sobbed and whined, the ichor tainted his face, his eyes shedding tears as his stomach churned, his body shaking in unbearable pain as he coughed and cried.
He couldn't even be spared a peaceful death..
His hands were painted with his own vomit, more and more tears flowing out of his eyes as he sobbed and screamed, said vomit a mix of his own ichor and whatever ichor the Twisted seemed to infect him with.
Shrimpo looked at his hand one last time, struggling to get up with how painful his body was and how he was slowly but surely losing control over his body.
There was only one thought that entered his mind as he twisted.
"You're pathetic, Shrimpo. "