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I HATE YOU (I really don't.) A rewrite

Anonymous

Summary:

After breaking his hand and missing the elevator, Shrimpo has to make it back to the Safe Floors floor by floor, but he's not alone.. .

 

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I didn't really like the OG with the ships in it cuz I honestly like Disstrack better

Notes:

Chapter 1: Ow

Chapter Text

"Yknow, you didn't have to come."

 

Shrimpo was, unfortunately for a lot, one of the survivors of the Ichor Accident. They all knew Dandy had a part in it, yet they didn't know how, nor did they... Blame him. He didn't want to talk about it, yet they knew his Handler had a much bigger part in it than him. But that's beside the point now as the place was abandoned, they were left for dead, forgotten...

Well, too bad for them, the toons won't go down easy. They just won't-

"Shrimpo, are you even listening!?"

Brightney snapped at him as the shrimp snapped out of his trance, his dazed expression immediately shifting into one of anger.

"OF COURSE I AM! DON'T YELL AT ME!"

He screams back at the lamp who just rolls her eyes, arms crossed.

"Yeah yeah, sure you were"

Brightney mumbled as she just moved away from him in the elevator. Shrimpo flenched his fists, feeling heavy from the brick he always carried around, and looked around the room. Dandy was chatting with Shelly, Razzle and Looey were talking as Dazzle stared into the distance, Toodles was sleeping in Teagan's arms, and Brightney started to make small talk with Tisha. God, he hated doing runs for supplies and research... Ugh, he hated this! Shrimpo angrily crossed his arms, tapping his foot on the cold metal. He didn't even remember what floor they were on nor did he care. Usually, when the door opens, Shrimpo sprints to the closet machine he can and hog it until Shelly or Brightney pry it off him. It's not their fault they think he's slow!

Vrrrm!

The door opens as Dandy descends down into wherever he goes. It'd be nice if he helped every once in a while! Whatever, Shrimpo sprints out and sees the red light of a machine, quickly snatching it before Brightney could. He barely looked around the room, but judging by the smell of stale food and the counters surrounding him, he was on a Dining Room floor.

"Ugh, Shrimpo!"

"GO AWAY!"

"Let me do it, I'm faster!"

"SHUT UP! I HATE YOU!"

He points at her as the thing instantly jams, letting out a horrid alarm as Brightney decides this isn't worth the time and runs for it, hoping Looey has whatever twisted distracted, if there is one. Shrimpo continued to aggressively turn the valve but kept getting it jammed and the progress was slow.

"UGHH!!!"

Shrimpo groaned as he banged his head on the glass. He hated extracting! He heard a distant ding as he continued to try and try, but the damn thing wasn't cooperating! He hated extracting, he hated Brightney and Dazzle's speed, Shelly's skill, EVERYTHING!

Another ding far off, great.

He was barely halfway finished and two machines were already finished. He hated this... At least he was close to the elevator-

Suddenly, he felt eyes on him as he turned.

 

Boxten, the first toon to be a victim of corruption, stared at him with those hungry eyes.

 

The two made eye contact for a second before Shrimpo ran for it and Twisted Boxten gave chase. A garbled version of his music playing out the ichor in his head.

"FUUUCKK!!!"

Shrimpo yells out as he jumps over the counter, trying to lose the twisted. Where was Looey when he needed him!?

"I HATE YOU!"

He yells, directing it at Boxten as he feels his legs burn from running. Fuck, this was bad... He had already used up his medical supplies and he doubted Dandy was going to cough up another just for him. Shit, shit! Wait- WAIT! IDEA!

Shrimpo quickly spun around, his feet gliding on the wooden floor. Twisted Boxten looked at him in light confusion, but it quickly regained composer and charged- Only to get a brick hit square in the face. The twisted yelped in pain, falling backward as it bled black, the pool of ichor in his head splashing out onto the floor.

"Grr.... SERVES YOU RIGHT!"

He yells at it, smiling as he feels like he actually did something for once! Shrimpo laughed at the twisted as it slowly got up, groaning as it looked at the bloody brick, its expression scrunching up in fury as Shrimpo realized he just made this situation worse.

"Shit-"

Is all he manages to say as Twisted Boxten lunges at him, tackling to him the floor as it roars at him, ichor splattering onto his face as he tries to get it off of him.

"SHIT SHIT! GET OFF ME!"

He screams out, hoping anyone would come and help him. With his left hand, he shoved the twisteds face out of his as he wound up his other. While he had experience with fighting and throwing hands, he usually had that against a punching bag and with boxing gloves... This was against an actual thing and his barehand. So, things went wrong as soon as his fist collided with the twisteds face.

Shrimpo let out a quiet muffled scream of pain as he felt something snap in his hand as the twisted recoiled back, falling onto the floor again, but this time not getting up. The shrimp held his wrist, his right hand burning in pain as he suddenly heard alarms. The elevator was open? Shit! Where was he anyway? Shrimpo tried to get up but slipped on the ichor Twisted Boxten spilled. He knew he had only seconds to make it as he ran for it, bolting past the injured twisted.

"WAIT FOR ME!"

He screams out as he slides into the kitchen, seeing the elevator right there! He tried to push through his exhaustion, running as fast as he could as everyone could only watch. He reached his right hand out, he was almost there, ALMOST-

The door slammed down onto his arm.

Shrimpo fell to the floor, slipping on the excess ichor on his feet as the shock kept him from reacting to the pain, at least for a moment. He stared at the scene in front of him. His arm, just above his elbow, crushed underneath the heavy metal door, ichor pooling under it. He could hear the screams of everyone else in the elevator as he heard Razzle yell at Dandy.

"OPEN THE DOOR!"

"I-I CAN'T! IT DOESN'T OPEN ON THE SAME FLOOR!"

"WHAT!?"

"I'M TRYING!"

That was all he could hear them say before everything started to fizzle into a blur. Man, is this was blood loss feels like? Shit, he hated this... He barely felt anything else other than the excruciating pain of the elevator descending, taking the cut-off part of his arm with it. Shrimpo's breath was labored as tears started to pour out of his eyes. While he never allowed himself to cry a lot, this felt appropriate...

"F-fuck fuck... Fuck..."

Shrimpo swore as he tried to pull himself up, feeling his skin snap and break as he bit the bullet and pulled himself in one go. Whatever was left trapped underneath the door ripped from him even more, ichor seeping out of the large wound as he needed to find something to fix this soon and now. He'd die if he didn't stop the bleeding, he needed to- he needed to stop... The bl... Eeding-...

Shrimpo promptly passed out in a pool of his own blood, his brain foggy as everything darkened around him. The last thing he saw was...

 

Boxten?

Chapter 2: Impromptu First-Aid

Summary:

Apparently, giving Boxten a concussion was a cure!?

Notes:

Boxten knows first aid, Shrimpo does not

Chapter Text

Shrimpo awoke in a cold sweat, the world around him spinning as he had the worst headache ever. Where was he? What time is it? How is he alive? Who is he?- Actually, wait, no, he's Shrimpo. He groaned as he tried to take deep breaths, the ground below him cold and hard and... Sticky. Ew. He felt grow as he could taste ichor in his mouth... What even happened? In his hazy mind, he slowly pieced together the events of yesterday...

A run

He was doing a machine

He threw a brick at Boxten- heh

And his-

...

Shrimpo tried to move his arm. He moved one of them, but not the other... Right. The bully let out a whine but noticed something tied around his open wound. Something blue tied around it, a fork in the middle of the knot... Huh? It stopped him from bleeding though, at least he thinks?... Who did this? Shrimpo groaned as he tried to get his bearings, sitting up as he felt a blanket draped over him fall off, very suddenly feeling cold, and pulled the thing back on. Shrimpo bit his cheek as he looked around... The dining room. Was he still here? Damn, no one went to get him... He felt a familiar rage burn in his heart at the thought.

Did they just leave him here to die? What, were they PLANNING on getting rid of him!? Is that why they kept overworking him on runs!?

"GrrgGGHHH I HATE YOU ALL!"

He bursts out, the rage he's become so accustomed to throughout the years boiling over once again before he feels a cold hand on his shoulder. Shrimpo flinches as he jumps, looking behind him, and nearly shrieks.

Boxten, or at least, what seems to be left of the shy but kindhearted music box, staring at him with those red eyes. Shrimpo, instinctively, closes his eyes and tries to throw a punch....... Only to realize he tried to use the wrong arm-

Hope no one saw that...

He thinks before remembering that a TWISTED was staring at him- wait... Staring? Shrimpo peaks his eyes open to see a startled expression on the twisteds face as it backs up.

"... WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

He asks, not bothering to lower his voice as Twisted Boxten backs up again as if he's the most frightening thing ever.

"ARE YOU SCARED!?"

He asks again, his yelling covering up his genuine confusion. Twisted Boxten just looks away and nods, ichor leaking past his lips as the bully could see a black mark where he both punched Boxten and threw a brick at him. That must've hurt... Wait, is he being empathetic to a TWISTED!?- well, a Twisted that... Hadn't attacked him... Yet?... Shrimpo's face relaxes as more confusion sets in, waving his left hand in front of Twisted Boxten's face as if the thing doesn't recognize him as a toon. The ichor-filled music box opens his mouth, but no words come out, garbled growls and coughs of ichor replacing any voice he might've had.

"YOU-... You...."

Shrimpo blinks as he feels the anger fade away for a split second, letting his voice go to a level no one hears.

"Boxten?"

He asks again, uncertain and curious. The Twisted eyes widen a little as it looks down, looking at its ichor-stained hands, like even it- he can't believe it either.

"Holy shit... HOLY SHIT!"

Boxten flinches at the volume change as Shrimpo stands up, still keeping the blanket wrapped around him because he is still cold, winching in pain as he feels the fabric graze his open wound.

"HOW!?- HUH!? YOU'RE ALIVE!?"

A weird mixture of anger, curiosity, and pure and utter confusion radiated from the shrimp as Boxten just stared, ichor claws inside his head just ever so slightly peaking out.

"I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FEEL ABOUT THIS!"

Shrimpo yells out as he feels like he should be angry, yet why? How is he supposed to be angry when he's just perplexed about this seemingly conscious Twisted?

"WHAT HAPPENED-... Was it the brick?"

He mumbled as he looked to where it might be left and there it was, the ichor-soaked brick discharged on the floor. He and Boxten shared a glance.

"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!?"

Boxten looks away as Shrimpo approaches the heavy prick, picking it up and feeling the rough exterior.

"WOULD YOU GO BACK TO BEING FERAL IF I HIT YOU WITH THIS AGAIN!?"

He said, a smile on his face as he watched Boxten get scared shitless, scrambling away from him.

"HAHAHA! I WAS ONLY JOKING, CRYBABY!"

The bully laughs, feeling the familiar yet empty joy of picking on the music box again. The twisted cries ichor a little, sniffling and shooting Shrimpo a sour look, the claws in his head emerging a bit as Shrimpo starts to realize something... If Boxten really wanted to, he'd be dead on the floor in a matter of seconds. His smile faltered as the positions of power in here were switched

Sure, he was rude and intimidating, but he had a headache and was missing an entire arm

Sure, Boxten was timid and nonconfrontational, but he now had all the power he needed to tear the bully bit by bit.

It seems like both started to come to that realization as he put the brick down and let his hand fall to his side. Silence washed over them as the air felt tense and awkward. Shrimpo didn't know what to say that wasn't just more insults and Boxten literally couldn't talk.

"..."

"..."

He could hear a faint distortion of music notes emitting from Boxten as he felt as if something was missing... His blue bandana, where was it?- Shrimpo connected the dots as he looked at the cloth tightly stopping his arm from bleeding. Blue.

"You saved me?"

The bully looks at Boxten, puzzled. Why would anyone save him? Help him? Even when it's not to their benefit. Twisted Boxten fumbled with his hands as he looked away again, just nodding.

"... Why?"

He asks even when he knows the other can't say anything back. Shrimpo doesn't know what to say as he knows he's supposed to be angry, but again, he's in a situation where he shouldn't... He remembered how his handler always said that anger was the solution for everything and that the other toons just were holding back, and he believed that... But... Was it true? He watched Boxten slowly slink away, assuming he wanted to be left alone, but he felt the urge to do something else other than stomping his feed and spitting insults. To feel something else than a rage that felt so shallow. To be something else.

Boxten hadn't noticed Shrimpo approaching nor did he see the puzzled, but somber, look on his face. He hadn't noticed the bully stare at him, eyes sharp but with a sense of fondness behind them. He didn't notice until-

He was pulled into a hug. The twisted jolted in surprise, not expecting the sudden contact as he let himself melt into it. He's been touch starved for so long when his mind was missing and his body reacted on its own, he craved anything that he half-forgot that this was Shrimpo. Boxten whined, ichor splattering out his mouth a little. He could feel the bully shake a little as he heard words he thought he'd never hear from Shrimpo's mouth in a millison years.

"Thank you."

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