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Intro Post

So, I guess I'm doing this now-

Hello, name's Muffin or Chip!

I go by whatever but they/them is preferred. I'm a writer and artist whose also active on ao3 under the name Muffin_Chip, expect a lot of drawings and maybe comics if I have the time.

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Current fandoms I post for :

Block Tales

Forsaken

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I forgot to feed y'all for a bit so uhm..

Have baby 1x?

Have some pencil sketches as well (There's a lot)

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The actor AU is all I can think of rn akgsodsbjs

Have these goobers : (Nora/Noob, Tylar/Two Time, and Austin/Azure respectively)

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Birds of A Feather - Chapter 3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66317866/chapters/173335888

Chapter 3 is out after a bit of delay!! And I'm finally getting into the first demo wooo ;-;

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Hear me out...

Princess Two Time but combined with Servant/Princess of Evil

Here's little doll Azure as well

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Demo* 4 Player Design Sheet

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I have such bad Block Tales brainrot it's not even funny

(Here's Player without their hat and stuff)

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Birds of A Feather - Chapter 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66317866/chapters/171908599#workskin

Chapter 2 is out,!! Also someone pls tell me how to draw wings–

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Birds of A Feather - Chapter 1

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66317866/chapters/170988031

FINALLY POSTED IT, THE 1X BLOCK TALES AU I COOKED UP AFTER READING A WHOLE LOTTA OTHERS

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Currently writing something, here's a sneak peek of the drawing and text–

"*Wow, your dad sounds like he sucks, kid." Who would name their baby that? They tried to conjure up a picture of the guy, probably someone addicted to gamersupps.

"*You only say that cause you don't have a dad!"

They choked on their own spit, "*####– Who taught you manners, HUH?"

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Peering In 7/7

Summary :

Every single day, a single person visits Shrimpo's doorstep eager to chat and try to coax him out of his house. The problem is this certain someone knows his name and seemingly everything about him despite the fact Shrimpo never explicitly remembers this boy. But something seems off...

What's really going on here? And why can't he work up the courage to come out of his house?

(Highschool AU)

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Chapter 7 : A Distant Memory

Chapter Summary :

This is really goodbye this time.

Shrimpo doesn’t know how long he stayed outside for but it was daytime when he came to. When did he doze off?

Fuck did he feel sore all over though. Slowly, Shrimpo tried his best to gain his bearings and get up for once in his sad pathetic life. The vertigo hit immediately once he took his first step, waves of nausea from God knows how long of rotting in his bed. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest and drop onto the ground in a bloody mess. Like that awful burning feeling in his chest rose that told him he was about to puke or worse.

He slapped his face, trying to ground himself. There were a lot of things to figure out and he didn't need more of his own stupid thoughts. Especially not the doubt that his mind conjured to stop him from finding out too much. And the big question was… why?

Memories unfamiliar to him still danced around in his mind, a peek into his past. And yet, not enough at the same time. He knows that Finn and him were… are.. friends and that he hurt him somehow. That and his grandpa also… And then there was that person that had been visiting him lately.

Who were they? Why did they visit him despite the clear dislike they have? And how were they important to him?

This shit was way too confusing for him, he just hoped for the best. Quietly, his inner self wanted to search for something, or a certain someone. To find answers, he had to find Finn, someone who was in the middle of all of this. He thought that he remembered a good place to start, the lake.

So, he started walking.

His body still remembered the way to the old place, something that was ingrained into him. A small piece of him he still had from the past. When he arrived however, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

The lake, what was once his quiet place, filled with trees was… gone. Everything was uprooted and changed into a park even the lake had shrunk dramatically in places. Worst of all, instead of peaceful silence, there was the sound of people talking, mingling around and passing by him as if he was invisible. He froze as still as a statue, trying to process the change.

It should’ve been obvious, things would change in the time that he spent inside. But it left an awful taste in his mouth. How long has it been?

He lingered around, looking to see if he could see anything that even resembled Finn.

But everything felt unfamiliar and it made his skin crawl like all that made this place theirs was stripped away–

A shove at his shoulders caught him off-guard. “Oof- Why the hell are you-?!” The person who bumped into him startled and stared in horror once they noticed his form, voice dying in their throat. His eyes widened as he looked back, finding blonde hair and the same eyes that stared back at him through the door.

She backed away from him, paling considerably.

Shrimpo- “̴̨̯͍̻̤͓̮̯́͐̒̀̓̅͛͘͜͠͝͝H̶̡̞͓̱̲̣̗̬̣̙̳͚̥̠̭̐͋̉̂̋̈́̇͝ȯ̷̥̇̀̑̾̍̓͒w̴̧̺̖̟̲̩̺̩͓̗̐̒͂͊̀̅͘’̷̡̛͉̬̪̝̫͍̳̞͇̟͍̽͑͋̂̐̋̈̈́͛̒̚̚͝s̸͓͗͆̌̑͂͒̀ ̴͓̲̎̏̅̅̓͆̀̊̆͑͠ẗ̵͔̭́͌́h̷̢̧͈̖̘͉̩̙̱̖̗̏͑̔͛̏̐̍́̅̇̈́̚a̵̡̨̨̝̘̤̟̳̥̙̦͇͍̗̒̔͊̓͒̊͆̈́̀̇̎̎t̶̢̢̨̹̻̤̪̰̮̆̌̑̄̋̀̌͗̈̉̄̐͂ ̷͈̮͍̹̏̔̒̿̓͒͗͋̅f̵̧̪̤̫̣͈͕̝̋̈́́͂̊́̈́̔̍̈́́͘̕o̵̠̝̗̖̹̞̮̫̽͊̏͌͝r̸͉̉̊̅͛͛̊ ̴͍͖̰͙͉̻̰͔̾̊͛͝b̷͍̯̞̤̝͙͋͒̈͛͌͛̂̓̽͘ę̷̙͕͕͈̼̩̘̩̹͍̖̝̬̂̈́͋̍ͅį̸͇̳̄͌̋̄̈̀͗͒ņ̸̨͙̯̬͎̓͑̄̐̎̐͑͌͘͝͝͠ͅg̵̡̡̡̡̧̠͍͚̯̘̮͖͔̮͎̉̉͗̓͝ ̶̡͖̱̤̰̯̻̫̮̞̅̅̏̇̇͛̈̃͊͘p̸͓̗͉̫̣̯̜̻̮̄͑̌̂̓̀͗͠e̶̢̖͚̣̱̥̗̣̺̲͉͎̅r̵͚̤̮̈̀̃́̓̐̉̓͘̕͝͝͝͠f̴̨̛̛͈̹̣͈̬̫͒̿̾̋͊̿͗̈̽̆̓̚͜ḛ̸̢̳͚̺̞͚̰̹̖̻̆̈́̈c̷̟͔͈̿̃̾͒̚͜͝t̵̤̩̘̗̞̮̦̹̞͈̩̣͓̄̅̊̕̚͜,̸̪̟̄̆̒ ̸̫͈̙̣̑̍́́̚h̷̡̰̹͚̤̦͇̤͈̪̞̫͊͗̿̈́̎̈́͆̃͗̌̚̕͜ȕ̸̢̢̦̻̙͕̤͓͖̳̭̰͌̊̊͊͑͒͊̂̽̃̃̔̕͜͝ͅh̸̡̧̗͎͔̲͓͇͖̝̜͈̝͓̍?̵̲̹̻͎̼̘͚̳͋̃̍̕ͅ”̴̛̘̂̒̇́̌̍̀̂̕ And she… “̷̧̢̝̘̟̳͕̠̈́̓̓̽̕͠Ý̶͇̩̫̔͒͑Ȍ̴̡̢̏̇̏͝U̵̩̳̅͛̎̈́̽̐͠ D̸̬̼͔̲̯̮͓͚̐͑̆Ö̵̖̗̲̤̱͖̜̗́̌́͑͑͌Ñ̶̟̩̺̄’̷̧̮͖̔Ṱ̴͈͈͚̬̯̠͖̂̀́͆̚͠ ̴̨̠̬̫̐K̵̗̏͜Ņ̴̱̹̱̃̿̌̓̎̕͝͝Ô̷̮͍̈́̿͆͒͌Ẇ̸͙͍̜̝͚͑̎̀ Ș̸͆̈̏̃̉̑͠͝H̵̡̫͓̼͒͛̊̓͆́Į̸̞͎̗̱̬̒T̵̢̺͗͆̎̂̕͝ ̴̛̱̩̄ͅA̵̗̰͓͕̓ͅB̴̬̲͎͈̟̼̯̋͐́̎͋̊͜͝O̶̘̗̔̇͆̀̉̑̑͠Ů̵͖͇̙̱͚͛̑̈́͜ͅT̶̢̠̭͉̲̬͇͖͊̂͋ ̷̢̀̃̍̍́M̶͎̗͖̩̆Ȩ̶̢̟̣̰̜̱͛͝!̴̣̜̉!̴͓̬̭͐̀̉̅̇̈͠ ̸̬̬̱͍͔͓̮͛̃̑͒͑̋̒̊Y̷̢̬̼̺̪̮̽̈́̄̊̇̒͘Ō̵̡̪̘Ů̶̡͎͈̻̰͉̓ D̸̡͈̙̤̯̞͍̪͌̐̈͐̂Ȍ̸͇̙̄̈́͝N̴͍̮̖̫̗̲͉͓͛͊̅̈̇̈’̵̨̗̺̦̬͛̍̌̃̓͊̈͝ͅT̴̛̻͇̖̝͚̗͐̈́͌͊̍͋͠ ̶̞͈̯̥͎̳͋̍͒͌́͒ͅK̷̹̾͘N̵̩͔̎͆O̶̤̩̦̎͋͆̒̓̋̕͝W̴̱͖̗̺̱̾̓̿̂̂͒ ̸̤͔͎͂̊̀̌́A̵̬̺̪͙͔̒̌̒̔̔̄̃N̵͙͔̠̬͖͚̜̻̈̾̿Y̸̯͍͎͚͖͓̱̽̇̏̎̑̍͑͠T̷̹͓̳̄H̷͇͎̚͘Ì̷͙̬̣̌͂́̑̂N̸̦̾̏̌̌́̉͝G̶͈͇̮̓͒́͆-̷̨͎̫̩́͊̔̎͌̕“̵̛̝͛̿̃̾͝  Glisten, was her name, wasn’t it? Their eyes met for what felt like not the first time, not that he could remember if that was the case.

“No…” She muttered quietly, taking another step back. Her eyes were swimming with conflicting emotions. “What the hell are you doing here..?”

“None of your business.” Shrimpo rolled his eyes and tried to close the gap between them which was met with a step back. He slowly became aware of every twitch, every unsure glance, every time she avoided his eyes. Weird, it was almost like… “What? Are you scared of me or some shit?”

“Scared, really? Haha…” The laugh Glisten let out was unsure like she was trying to convince herself. A silence took over the two, only the sound of the water reminding him why he was here in the first place. Her fragile smile cracked as the reality of the situation crashed into her. “Haha… Oh god no. This can’t be happening. You’re really…”

Is this girl fucking crazy?

“I thought… This… THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT!” A sharp backhand hit his face, pain immediately throbbing from the place where they met. He held the reddening spot, taken aback from the sudden slap. “I… That wasn’t- fuck! Why couldn’t you just leave me alone…” Her face twisted as fresh tears ran down her cheeks, hiccups interrupting her babbling. “Both of you are such idiots..!”

“Everything was perfect before you went and messed it all up!”

Shrimpo said nothing as Glisten ran away as fast as she could, leaving him standing alone in the park. The leaves scattered around him, no traces of the confrontation that just went down. His mind stormed with different thoughts, should he go after her? Press her for more? Or… A hand landed on his shoulder and his head snapped back, adrenaline coursing under his skin.

“Leave it.” A girl stared down at him, her voice giving no room to argue and her expression grim. Red hair, blue sweater, a bouquet of flowers in her other hand. Who the hell was she?

Before he could interject, she gave him a light shove and also went her own way.

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Shrimpo wandered around the town, a sense of Déjà vu following him everywhere he went. But with the feeling, there was something else. An absence at his side, something that he can’t fill. There was a laugh that he missed, conversations that were lost, momentary pauses that only amplified the silence.

In the streets, a warning that he should be giving. “Look both ways first-!”

At the school gates, a scolding that he already grew tired of saying. “How are you always late, dammit?”

He wasn’t even safe outside of his house. “Let’s catch up oar somefin after this!”

Shrimpo took a shaky breath as he mulled over his decisions. There he was standing in front of Finn’s door, unsure of what to do. He doesn’t know how Finn would react to seeing him again. Would he be angry at him because of what he did? Would he be happy to see him again? Or would he be disappointed?

He knocked once quietly and then twice more. No one opened the door or even acknowledged the noise, the lights were off, nobody must be home.

That’s how he reassured himself anyway.

For the first time, he could say he missed his friend in a weird way. He had things that he barely even glanced at before suddenly become strange without a pun being thrown his way or a sudden quip, things that he didn’t understand, yet expected.

Maybe Finn was more important to him than he first thought but this constant loneliness? It was unbearable.

And there was absolutely no trace of him anywhere.

Eventually, he found himself back to the first place he searched, the lake-turned-park. And with a familiar face as well. Even with the sun setting, it was clear who was in front of him. Glisten sat on one of the benches littered across the place, her head turned down while flipping through a book lazily. A crunch of shoes against gravel nearing the space made her lift her head.

Their eyes met again however this time, there were no emotions in hers, only resignation.

“Oh… You’re back.” She shut the notebook, still avoiding his gaze. Shrimpo just sighed before sitting heavily next to her, legs giving up after the day of circling the town. She questioned again, a little more determined, “What are you even doing..? Why go outside, why now?”

“I already asked before, didn’t I?” He propped his arm up against his eyes, shielding them from the sun and prying eyes. She never did give him an answer and he still didn’t know where Finn went. That’s why he’s here.

“…” No words left their mouths after that, just a quiet moment of recollection. After a few seconds, she spoke up. “You’re really an idiot…” Glisten abruptly stood and threw the book at him, gesturing for him to get up. “C’mon. I’ll just have to show you.”

Shrimpo removed his arm from his face, blinking while slowly following after her, confusion contorting on his face. It was stilted and awkward between the two as they made their way out the park, no glances being exchanged between them. The book —now in his possession— felt impossibly heavy in his hands, dread starting to pile in his heart.

“Where are we going?” No answer, she just kept going. “Hey-!”

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The next few minutes were a blur of eerie silence as apprehension and guilt mixed together in his mind. What was she doing? It didn’t make any sense.

Before they finally stopped.

And Shrimpo found himself standing in the cemetery.

Clear as day, he could see the name etched into stone.

A familiar bunch of flowers, wrapped and left by the headstone.

Finn.

What?

Why?

He collapsed onto his knees, kneeling in front of the grave.

This can’t be real.

It can’t be, right?

“I’m sorry… The fault is with me as well-“

No, that wasn’t true.

“No one noticed until it was too late…”

Her words faded into background noise.

His vision blurred and he fought to blink away tears.

No.

This is what he was running away from?

A crumbled-up piece of paper was shoved into his hands.

He didn’t know if he wanted to read what was written.

But he opened it anyway.

The page was mixing with his tears.

“

Hey, small fry!

I guess if you’re reading this, you decided to come out of your shell, huh?

It’s okay, I know you will someday.

You’ll be okay without me, right?

I know, I know.

I’m that shellfish after all.

Keep on going, okay?

Be happy and forget about me.

Love you,

Finn.

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Was bored and in need of something to spice up my fanfic so here- (So far it's on chapter 2!)

Now that I think about it the voting system would work better in Tumblr...

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Can't believe out of all the art I've made for peering in, I never made this (also I changed Finn's design)

Also the sillies </3 (I accidentally made Finn bigger than Shrimpo)

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Hehehe I love hiding these little easter eggs

Peering In 4/7

Summary :

Every single day, a single person visits Shrimpo's doorstep eager to chat and try to coax him out of his house. The problem is this certain someone knows his name and seemingly everything about him despite the fact Shrimpo never explicitly remembers this boy. But something seems off...

What's really going on here? And why can't he work up the courage to come out of his house?

(Highschool AU)

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Chapter 4 : You're Cray-zy!

Chapter Summary :

Shrimpo is starting to lose his shit, except he's aware of it this time. He's not sure if that's better or worse.

"Jrveqb, fgbc obgurevat zr naq tb znxr lbhefrys hfrshy sbe bapr."

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“What the fuck-“ His words were abruptly cut off when he was grabbed forward by his chin. That fucker was staring down at him, the side of his eye crinkling smugly when he noticed the anger directed at him. Is it just his imagination or was this guy really trying to piss him off now?

The halls around them seemingly disappeared as Shrimpo quickly swung a punch at his stupid fucked up face. But instead of his fist connecting with flesh, it felt like smooth glass. He flinched back as he heard a shattering and cracking sound start to spread over the “injury”. The X on his face stuttered, showing off the cracks he made to his face but his expression wasn’t angry or afraid. Far from it, actually.

It was almost like he was… happy.

What the actual fuck is happening?

“Y’know, I’ll just be glad that I could see you.” The chills that one sentence sent down his spine would be enough to spook him but he wasn’t about to show it, not when he was still fucking staring at him. He was about to step back before a hand took ahold of his wrist, immediately yanking him closer. “Oh no, I’m not done with you yet,”

He defiantly stared back at the person above him, fighting off the urge to spit in his face. “The hell do you want, bitch?”

“I don’t want a lot… I just want you to stop running away from me.” A sliver of that boy that waited everyday outside of his house came back, mouth in a cautious frown. So, pulling on sympathy strings again, huh? It’s still pretty pathetic. “And you need to admit,”

Shrimpo knitted his eyebrows together, confusion lacing his voice. “Admit? What the fuck do I need to admit?! You’re the one being a fucking creep!”

“Don’t you get it,” He tried to struggle out of his grasp while he talked, only to find the grip on his wrist was crushing. “This is all you, you did all of this,” The boy lowered his face, inching closer and closer to him. “Running away, avoiding your problems that’s what you always do,”

“DAMN IT, JUST LET GO OFF ME ALREADY!!” Shrimpo finally managed to pry his hand away from the grasp, carefully wringing it out. Why the fuck is he doing this? “I don’t need to do jackshit because you fucking told me to!”

“That’s. Where. You’re. Wrong,” He punctuated each word with a step closer. For every step, Shrimpo took another one back until he felt his back bump into the wall. He turned away from his gaze, feeling the breath start to catch in his lungs. “How are you supposed to learn anything if you keep doing this,”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“̵̖̯̪̝̩̦̎̈̋̚͝C̵̹͒̃͒́ò̷̮͌̔͊̏͛̏̑̍̽̓͠ü̸̘̩͚̝͇̺̖̖̯͉̰̗͗̅͐ṛ̶̐̐̏̈́͘͘͝ş̵̹͓̱̮͙͍̯̺̟͗̈̎͐̾̂̅̀ė̴̠̠͔̋́̋̓̅̓̐̃̆̕̚ ̵̢̼̥̃̒ͅy̷̨̢̢͙̮̗̣͇̹̫͋͠ơ̵̯͌ų̶͎̟̘̾̊̅̾ ̸̢̧̢̟͖̟̭̰͇̰̥̜̈́̃̄͗̒̽̽͠d̷̥̯̠͙͕͒̐͒̓̓̇͆̕o̷̻̺̠͖̖̦͔̹͈̲̅͒̏͑̔̈̉͑͛ṉ̷̨̖͇̠̪̩͈̞̅̔̏̒̓͠’̴̣̮͙͋̍̀̏̎͆͂̈̕͝t̶̨̳̩̭͕̺̾̏͑̇̇͗-̵̭̫̘̫͔̣͎͋͗͑̍̆̒́͋̓̕͘”̷̜̟͇̦̟̘̖͚̪̘̱̿̾͜

For a blissful moment, everything was quiet before Shrimpo felt hands on his throat. The air in his lungs felt like it was knocked out of him as he was shoved to the wall, coughing and jerking away. His eyes met with one bright blue and another with blood pouring from his socket. The hand on his neck pressed harder as he scrambled to pry them away. Slowly, the fight in him left his body and he saw the darkness at the sides of his vision start to creep in.

No. Why the fuck can’t he move- his body?

His lungs heaved for the air he needed but nothing was happening. He felt himself slowly go limp before nothingness claimed him.

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He flinched awake in a cold sweat. Swerving his eyes around, he could see the wreck that was left of his grandpa’s room. A hand made its way onto his nape, checking the skin there which was as smooth as it should be. It was- It felt so real. His whole body throbbed at the reminder of the damage that he did.

“THAT WAS A FUCKING DREAM?!” Shrimpo screamed out to the empty air, wondering just which god he pissed off to get such shitty nightmares. The growls coming from his mouth didn’t even sound human at this point.

He’s just a dude trying to peacefully live his life, damn it!

The part of him that was still angry wanted to protest but he stifled the growl that was going to come out of his mouth. That was before he heard a soft knock on his door. Shrimpo stuffed his face into the carpet, hoping against all hope that he just misheard that. But he couldn’t ignore it a second longer when a second knock came.

Anyone but him… He quietly thought to himself as he shuffled his sore feet out into the hall.

Remembering what happened last time, he decided to hide and wait until he could hear their voice. It was strangely quiet today. He could feel a shiver run down his spine as he kept waiting and waiting and waiting until the aura around his eyesight started to get worse again. A headache was starting to form and despite his mind’s protests he went and looked through the keyhole of the door, only to see a completely different person on the other side.

This… girl? was dressed rather well, with jewelry, accessories, and all the like. Shrimpo didn’t like those kinds of people, they were usually full of themselves. And this one was the same.

“This is dumb…” She rolled her eyes, flicking away her short pony tail. “I can hear you, y’know?”

Somehow, a part of his brain would rather have the other boy visit him instead of this stuck-up girl.

“Everyone’s damn worried about you, just saying.” She had an accusatory tone as she rattled on about these people who he doesn’t even know. Her expression turned sour as the seconds wore on but he could also tell from her tense stance that she was uncomfortable. Probably got the wrong house, he thought to himself. “Don’t just-“

Shrimpo walked away from the door, feeling both amused and concerned before he abruptly remembered how weak his body was by almost falling into the living room. Shit, all this constant stress is being an absolute bitch to him. He carefully lowered himself on the couch, still feeling the soreness in his bones.

Fuck this, he’s sure a nap wouldn’t hurt.

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His eyes squinted as it made contact with the sunlight reflecting off of the water’s edge, the breeze tickling his skin. Wait, water? Shrimpo quickly got up into a sitting position as he looked around, finding himself somewhere familiar. It was a lake that he would often be taken to by his grandpa, he remembers the times where they would go fishing or even collecting trash from the water. But now the first order of business,

What was he doing here?

The place looks far more overgrown with plants than he last remembered, or maybe that was because he hasn’t been here in awhile. Carefully, he got up while brushing the grass off his pants. Nothing of significance really stood out to him, except for the lake itself, contrasting its surrounding with how beautiful it was.

He walked against the foliage, determined to get closer. It was slow going but he trudged closer, feeling an uncomfortable feeling start to clench around his chest. But he wasn’t going to let that stop him, not this time. The small dock that decorated the place started to come into view and sitting on the very edge of it was… someone he couldn’t stand the sight off right now.

The stranger was wearing something different from his usual brown uniform, a navy sailor outfit with a life jacket that he put off to the side.

Shrimpo instinctively closed his eyes and took a deep breath as his foot took the first step onto the dock, the solid wood welcoming compared to the muddy earth. Damn it, why was it so hard? He can’t afford to not act anymore, if he doesn’t do this now… then when? When is he going to stop running away?

His chest stung with every pounding heart beat as he cautiously opened his eyes.

Like a wave of cold sea water, he felt the tense in his muscles start to wash away. The other boy seemed to notice his presence and quickly turned his head around. But this time his expression was odd. His eye looked sunken in and red as if he had been crying, the usual happy expression he wore had completely disappeared replaced with a grimace. He rubbed his good eye before opening his mouth to speak, “…Why are you here..?”

Shrimpo stared in mild horror at the other side of his face, covered in mismatched scars and marked with an empty eye socket. That’s what was hiding under that bandage?! The unknown person noticed his gaze before shielding the botched part of him. Shrimpo had no words to respond to his question and quickly looked away, feeling his sense of control over the situation waver once again. The acid in his stomach was already upset due to something and he could feel it but this was making it worse.

“I’m tired… I’m tired of this, Shrimpo…” He heard the other quietly whisper to himself.

The boy slowly stole his gaze away and back towards the calm waters, humming a strangely familiar tune. Shrimpo still felt uneasy from the attack that he pulled on him in his dream -fake or not- and so he stayed a safe distance away.

Everything felt so off but he could only watch and wait. An expectant pause passed between the scene, the wind starting to blow at his hair. He thought he heard the boy murmur a few words before shifting. And that was all the warning he got before he pushed himself off of the edge of the dock. A few bubbles floated up to the surface of the disturbed water, disappearing as the waves swallowed him.

Shrimpo froze in place, his mind caught between running or fishing him out. Oh god, what was he supposed to do? He never wanted to see someone die, even if it wasn’t his fault. His body stood still as he slowly watched the shadow start to fade away. Almost subconsciously, he felt his body jerk forward, breath hitching as he fell to his knees on the edge of the dock. The clear surface was already starting to even out, no trace of the body that had fallen in. He gripped onto the scratched-up wood, staring at his reflection in the water.

A boy with distress in his amber eyes stared back. He almost laughed at the situation, why does he feel so bad for-

Suddenly, a hand from the surface grasped his unsuspecting wrist, tugging him forward. The water splashed around his frozen form, sound dissipating the moment his head was pulled under. Instinctively, he closed his eyes and focused on the noises around him with the slight current lapping and rushing past his body.

A strange calmness overtook him then, the embrace comforting as the water flowed around him. This feels right, familiar. The sensations that he remembered dearly.

His eyes slowly pried themselves open and he saw a pair of eyes gazing solely at him, reflection of light dancing around them. The other drew closer, tightening the hug between them. Shrimpo tensed as he rested his head on his chest, gasping as the light of the surface was slowly growing farther the more they sunk into the lake.

.. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.-- 

But strangely it didn’t feel like it mattered much.

.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-

He felt the hands around his torso hold firm as if afraid he will fade away.

-... ..- - / .. - / .... ..- .-. - ... 

The darkness was starting to envelop him again.

.-.. --- ...- .. -. --. / -.-- --- ..- / .... ..- .-. - ... / ... --- / -- ..- -.-. ....

He reluctantly hugged back, caressing blood-stained fingers over his back. Is this what he wanted, Fi-

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Peering In 6/7

Summary :

Every single day, a single person visits Shrimpo's doorstep eager to chat and try to coax him out of his house. The problem is this certain someone knows his name and seemingly everything about him despite the fact Shrimpo never explicitly remembers this boy. But something seems off...

What's really going on here? And why can't he work up the courage to come out of his house?

(Highschool AU)

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Chapter 6 : Tuna-round

Chapter Summary :

Shrimpo disassociates. Hard. And he starts to question his sense of self.

"Fb... V urneq fbzrguvatf... V jnagrq gb nfx lbh-"

- T

"Bu, lbh fubhyq'ir yrg zvaabj gung V jnf va gur cerfrapr bs na bs-svfu-vny qrgrpgvir! Ubj pna V uryc?"

- S

"Svaa, cyrnfr. Lbh xabj V pna'g yvr gb fnir zl yvsr. Jul ner lbh fhqqrayl fb... unccl?"

- T

He wasn’t thinking. All that he could feel was the anger pulsing in his veins and the need to hurt something.

“SHRIMPO?!”

He thought he heard a scream and a chilling wet thud. Glass and water were strewn around the floor and table, mixing with the red of blood. Someone might’ve opened the door or maybe not. Because the only thing that existed at the moment was him and Finn’s unresponsive body.

Shrimpo stared at his shaky hands and the blood that poured from Finn’s face, the jagged edges of the glass sticking out among the red.

He did that.

---

He did that?

Shrimpo was still thinking. Everything that he ever knew was suddenly different. But still he couldn’t deny how right the entire thing felt. This was the truth all along, and he caused all of it. It wasn’t like in those stories where someone had a revelation and suddenly fixed everything, Shrimpo just felt numb.

He doesn’t even know why he was angry. The puzzle pieces were all in his hands but he didn’t know how to put them together, he forgot. And everything felt pointless. What could he do if he managed to put the pieces together?

Fucking nothing.

He has nothing.

His chest felt heavy and weak but he willed himself to keep walking, just keep walking and forget about all of this already. It hurt. Every breath stung and ached like everything was starting to collapse in on him. The sweat was starting to stick on his skin and it burned more than anything he’s ever felt.

Was he actually going to die?

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Two firm knocks greeted him from outside, shaking him awake. For a blissful moment, he thought he had been dreaming. Too bad he could tell that he just passed out outside of that stupid door again. And everything hurt so goddamn much. He forced himself to just get up already and check outside, doing the same old routine he did.

When he peeked through the peephole, he saw the same girl from yesterday. If that was even fucking yesterday considering he lost track.

Shrimpo had a strange pang of longing for a certain fish enthusiast. It still didn’t feel genuine, as if instead of him, it was a different Shrimpo that had these memories of this “happy” life. Where was Finn anyway? He had so many unanswered questions. Then again, the last time he saw him was… when he screamed at him to fuck off.

If he wasn’t going to come back, Shrimpo couldn’t even blame him.

The other shuffled around a bit before she sighed and worked up the courage to speak. Did he even care at this point? “Hey. I-“ She sighed again and grimaced, hesitating before spitting out her words. “Sorry about what I said..”

On the other side, Shrimpo was contemplating whether this person was really a girl as he assumed or a guy. The voice was tripping him up but honestly why the hell would a guy even act like this?

“You kind of deserve it anyway, asshole.” There’s the snark and then, he almost missed it. “I kind of deserved that too…”

“…Who the fuck are you?” He started, careful to pick out his words because technically, he didn’t even know who this is, or why they were even talking to him. It could be that he forgot but it didn’t seem like he would care about someone this self-absorbed. His head was starting to hurt like hell.

“Is this even Shrimpo?” The other was deadpan as they stared ahead into the door, face in complete disbelief. It was silent for a moment and Shrimpo contemplated just punching this… person and leaving. But he would be lying to himself if he said that would be a satisfying conclusion. “That’s… weird.”

“Didn’t think you were the type to forget your grudges.” Their eyes looked distant for a moment. “Then again you do hate everyone..”

He groaned at the lack of an answer. “Cut the bullshit, I need to talk to Finn. Where the hell is he?”

“…You.. Nevermind…” They were hesitating but out right dodged his question. “Oh right… I’ve- H- …I got something for you.” Silently, they moved over to the side before opening their bag and rummaging inside. Shrimpo silently seethed, wanting to protest but ultimately deciding not to for now. After a few moments, they grabbed whatever they wanted to take and pulled it out aggressively, accidentally knocking some of their stuff out with it.

“Shit..!” Bristling and hurrying to take the items, they hid some of them out of view from him. Not all of them though as he managed to catch a glimpse of a notebook that seemed out of place in the bookbag, instead of all the pinks and golds, it was mainly blue with… fish theming?

It was as if it was…

Before he could make anything of it, they rudely swept the stuff back into their bag and presented the gift, a pop can that they placed on his welcome mat. They didn’t meet his eyes when they got up. “Happy birthday, by the way...”

That was the last thing they said before walking away from the house, unease in their posture. But he only stared at the can that was left at his door step. He felt a bit queasy the more he thought about it. Was it his birthday? All people knew their birthdate, right? Well, except for him, apparently. Still, there was one thing that stuck out to him, it was just how painfully empty his stomach felt. And damn did it hurt like a bitch. He suddenly felt very much alive but still it’s not like he can come outside. He has tried before.

Shrimpo glared at the door handle that he never had the courage —if he even had any— to turn. It made more sense, just a bit more, why he didn’t- couldn’t do it. Maybe his body never really forgot why he never wanted to go outside ever again… as if it was a weird defense mechanism.

Except, his defense mechanism was actually going to kill him this time.

Whatever, he’ll just leave it out there. This time, he was going to just sleep and actually forget about it or that’s what he said to himself anyway. What he ended up doing was lay on the couch and stared at the same old ceiling fan, spiraling around just like him. Sometimes it felt like he wasn’t doing anything and just watching another him just sleep and not do anything.

He would briefly get up to go and drink what felt like an ocean’s worth of water before laying back down again. If he slept, he didn’t dream.

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When he came to, the house was dark and bathed in moonlight. He should’ve never gotten up. What fucking time was it?

Shrimpo glanced in the direction of the entrance way. His body seemed to move by itself and next thing he knew, he was sleepily rubbing his eyes in front of the door. A voice inside of him wanted to check outside. A peek outside told him that no one was out there but most importantly, the pop can was still outside. It was a gift, wasn’t it? A birthday gift from someone he didn’t know and honestly didn’t like all that much.

He contemplated taking the damn thing just so that his stomach had something substantial inside of it. But it felt as if something fundamental was going to change about himself if he actually goes through with it.

…

Should he really care?

Slowly and shakily, he reached out and gripped the handle with his -newly unbandaged- hand. Like usual, a shiver of unexplained fear gripped his entire body. But this time, he held on and the trembles started to extend to the rest of him. Why does it hurt so much?

His hand almost lost its grip but he persisted and tried to hold on. It wasn’t enough, was it?

Why?

What was he so afraid of?

“Grandpa..?” He was soaked to the bone but he could tell that something was wrong.

“I’m fine,” He coughed out. “Dry yourself off, alright?”

Shrimpo gasped before opening his eyes again, sweat starting to flow down his temple. The steady weight in his hands was growing too heavy for his liking. Now or never, he promised himself. Before he could even process it, the door gave out first when he turned the handle, desperation starting to claw at him.

His body dropped onto the hard wood of the porch, landing on his side.

He blinked once, twice, and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. It was colder than he was expecting. The air was light and the skies dotted with a few faint stars, something he only imagined he would ever see again. He couldn’t help but stare in amazement for a split second.

Was he really outside?

His hand moved to pinch himself but he already knew the answer before the pain registered.

Yes, he really is. And suddenly, the pain didn’t feel so bad anymore. Shrimpo carefully propped himself up on his arms and took one long deep breath. Maybe he didn’t hate this as much as he thought he did. Or more accurately, his past self. He shifted himself to a sitting position, trying to ignore some of the protests his body had. Wait… something was missing.

He looked around for a second before finding what he was looking for, a red can that had rolled off to the side of him. The metal felt cold to his touch when he picked it up. It shouldn’t be much of a big deal but the thought that something- no, someone else was looking over him was strange. A sinking feeling filled his chest when he realized that he wasn’t able to say anything to Finn before he had blown up.

The difference was that he didn’t care about him but well, the other him?

Now that he thought about it, it didn’t make any fucking sense. That didn’t mean he could stop thinking though. He cracked it open and stared at the brown liquid inside, wondering if he ever drank this stuff before. It didn’t matter much if he couldn’t remember, right?

Right?

Shrimpo hesitantly took a sip and almost recoiled from the fizz and taste. “What the fuck it this shit?” It was sweeter than he was expecting and the fizz just hurt his tongue more than anything. He just continued to drink, attempting to not let it ruin his mood. The starts seemed to glow brighter as he watched and absentmindedly counted them. His eyes widened when he spotted a shooting star passing through the night sky.

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Sneak peek on an AU me and my sister are making,

The Mindscape.

It's a Backrooms-esque liminal space AU but with toons from completely different worlds/timelines. Basically, if the Dandy's multiverse and the Backrooms had a baby, it would be this AU.

(And soon to be askblog!)