Tragic n Comedic mornings

                                    

                                          
Dandy turned away from the scene of his gruesome handiwork, a shadow flickered in his periphery. 
Suddenly, a mysterious figure emerged from the darkness, their movements fluid and deliberate. Clad in a long, dark coat that billowed slightly as they walked, they approached Rodger's body with an air of purpose.
Without a word, the figure knelt beside Rodger, checking for any signs of life, but the coldness of his skin confirmed the finality of Dandy's actions. 
Relief with a mix of concern that Rodger was indeed dead, the figure lifted him effortlessly, their grip firm as they hoisted the lifeless body over their shoulder.
"Let's go." the figure said, their voice low and steady, a strange mix of urgency and calm. Dandy turned, momentarily surprised but then smirked at the newcomer, recognizing them as a 'friend'
"Thought you'd never show," Dandy replied, a hint of amusement lacing his tone. "This will make things much easier."
The figure nodded, their expression obscured by the shadows. They began to move, leading the way to the lab, Dandy following closely behind, his mind buzzing with excitement from the thrill of the kill and the prospect of what was to come.
As they navigated through the forest the figure felt a twinge of unease, but they pushed it aside. They had agreed to assist Dandy in this twisted endeavor, to help him transport Rodger's body to the lab.
Arriving at the lab, hidden in the middle of the forest. The figure looked at Dandy who was grinning like a child who had just opened a long-awaited gift.
The figure hesitated at the threshold of the lab, a shiver of doubt creeping up their spine. 
The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the sterile aroma of chemicals and decay. 
This was not the first time they had crossed moral lines, but the weight of Rodger's lifeless form felt heavier than usual, a reminder of the humanity they were about to obliterate.
"Dandy, what if the toons found out I'm helping you?" the figure said, their voice barely above a whisper as Dandy stepped forward, excitement radiating from him in palpable waves.
But Dandy was already lost in his own world, visions of the experiment dancing in his mind. He reached out, grabbing Rodger from the figure's shoulder with a gleeful laugh. 
"Relax my four armed friend, your overthinkin' it!" With a quick motion, he hurled Rodger's body onto the cold, concrete floor of the lab as if it were nothing more than a discarded tool.
"Well then, may I leave now?" the figure asked, their voice filled with urgency.
"You may, but remember to never speak of this to anyone." Dandy warned them, his tone firm and serious, emphasizing the weight of the secret they now shared.
The figure exhaled deeply, relief washing over them as they stepped back from the threshold. With one last glance at Dandy, whose eyes now sparkled with a manic intensity, the figure turned and fled, their heart pounding in their chest. 
The dense foliage swallowed them up, shielding them from the horrors inside the lab as the figure hastily made their way back through the camp.
"Does he think I'm actually going to spare that ammonite shell? Pathetic." Dandy murmurs, he walked over to Vee's body and worked on making it function.
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As the sun rose higher, casting dappled light through the trees, Shrimpo, Goob, and Toodles made their way back to the camp, their hearts heavy with despair.