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1990.
Goob had been missing for weeks now.
He had taken an elevator to go to a nearby store, but had disappeared on the way.
Scraps felt numb.
She felt hopeless.
She knew Dandy had something to do with it.
The Ichor operation he was in.
She knew that soulless flower has something to do with her Goobsie.
She was quickly snapped out of her thoughts as the elevator opened and chimed, announcing its arrival.
She walked through the hallways, seeing posters of her friends, seeing the information cards..Goob’s information card.
She shook her head and kept walking.
That’s when she saw something.
Blood.
A trail.
Scraps followed it. She begged, and begged in her mind that it wasn’t what she thought it was. Her mind kept racing with thoughts, flashbacks, anything that she didn’t hope could be happening right now.
But she was wrong.
Laying on the ground was Goob, her Goob. Her precious Goobsie. Surrounded by a pool of his own blood. His neck was slit. His stomach had a carved “X” on it. His eyes were glazed over. His mouth was open, blood pooling around it. He has bruises, possibly from fighting back.
Scraps’ eyes filled with tears. “Goob..? Hey Goob? Wake up, th-this isn’t funny..”
She spoke, her voice shaking, cradling her baby brother in her arms. “Goobsie, please..it’s me, Scrapsy..please, wake up..i-i love you..” She stroked his hair, crying softly. No breathing, no heartbeat, nothing.
Her precious baby brother was gone.
And there was nothing she could do about it.