Work Text:
29th july 2014
just a normal morning. at least in the toon rooms.
but meanwhile at the basement where all the toons were made, there were weird noises coming from a big ass 2000 gallon vat of ichor
GLRRURGRGLL GURGLG GGURRLURGL GURRNIGGRURGL
something was in there now. something was definitely, DEFINITELY in there.
and there definitely was something in there. out came out a fucked up looking bobette. definitely not the real one. its september, bobette would be sleeping right now shes probably like mariah carey shes frozen in ice or some shit.
…and this bobette sure as shit doesnt look like the one that can chug like 5 pints of eggnog and sing open arms fucking beautifully- no. this bobette was a gargantuan ugly bloodied up (or ichored up for the pedants) piece of shit with no personality.
whats this fat fuck gonna do now. oh look its going into the elevator. its using the elevator. its going into the toon rooms- wait a fucking minute this fat fucks gonna kill everyone oh no quick change perspective to someone that has a gun
warp 1
soulvesters in offtime and we already have a work thats centered around him so no.
warp 2
shrimpo also already has a work centered around him and hes sleeping i dont think a sleepy shrimpo can beat this fatass
warp 3
gigis playing tomadachi life on her 3ds and shes making miis of all her friends and shipping them like the weirdo that she is. perfect lets force her to be in the plot.
‘hey gigi take your shotgun theres a fucked up looking thing outside’
”…No. I wanna keep making my friends date eachother and I wanna keep trying to make everyone accurate. See look Brusha and Soulvester hate each other it’s accurate as hell!”
’yeah thats cool and all but you can just turn off your shit and do what you gotta do and go back to making your friends date eachother in that game and think about it you can steal whatever you get from the things body’
“Y’know what…? Fine. You have a point there.”
gigi pulled her shotgun out, an original 20 gauge browning auto 5 that was produced in 1996. that was a really long time ago. but she was alive at the time so i dont know.
she loaded a few slug shots into the gun, stepping out to see that fucked up bobette was right outside, chasing dandy around the place in circles like it was a shitty cartoon from their time. dandy immediately saw her.
”GIGI!! SHOOT THIS FLAPJACKING BEAST I KNOW FOR A FACT THAT THIS IS NOT BOBETTE!!” he screamed, little legs still running about. gigi very shakily raised her gun, the tremors partly out of concern for dandy, and the better part of it for the fact that if she shot and killed her and this turned out to be the real bobette, things were gonna be a little fuckin different every christmas.
BANG
BULLET HITTING FLESHY METAL SOUND
the fat thing died, immediately falling over. now what were they gonna do with the body…
”Oooh wait I call dibs on whatever’s in her pockets!” gigi said, walking up to the corpse. that day was good.
END
AND THE STORY WILL DEFINITELY CONTINUE🤎