#dandy’s world fanfic

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

Sprout x reader headcanons? Like, imagine being on a run with him and he keeps trying to make you take the bandaid even though you’ve been on full health for the last few floors and he just has one heart.

Sprout please just take it

I can do that! Funnily enough I’m a sprout main most of the time.

Prompt: headcanons(romantic)

Characters: Sprout

Pronouns: GN reader

Sprout has always been way to overprotective, about his friends, about You, I mean you the most since yk. Partner. He always try’s to get you to take the meds even if you’re full up on them and at 3 hearts. Then if you won’t take them he’ll make someone else take them!!! You have to literally BEG. This man’s to take a health item. Boy could be distracting on 1 heart, verge of passing out and would still make sure you took a band if you got hit once. He can’t loose you… He lost so many others. Astro.. Cosmo… Pebs.. Shelly… He can’t loose the one he loves most… He can’t loose you. So, he’ll make sure to heal you. To give you all the meds you need. But when you explain to him that, him not taking care of himself, or letting himself get hurt, hurts you…he gives in; and starts taking bands once in a while… You still have to beg him to pick one up if you’re on 2 hp, and have no meds. But he starts being a LITTLE more selfish and takes them. He calls it selfish at least. He always reminds himself, every time he takes a band, or a med… He’s alive for you. And he can’t die. Because you need him.

Hope this is okay!!! Sorry it took so long D:

[smilecult]

Oh ma gawd yall I finally finished the plans for my dandys world fic…

WAIT WTF DO I TITLE IT?!?!!

[moophywowie]

hello people !! I know this may be out of the blue but if you like the hit Roblox game Dandy’s World and Fanfics,, please consider reading mine !! I’ll be trying to update often and am looking for requests to help with inspiration :))

thanks for reading this :D

[sammylkcho]

helloo,, goob x reader where they just cuddle? <:3 i love him sm i simply want to be in his embrace

me + sick = fluff and very, very hugs I read this req and i was need to write something like this

btw, while I'm writing this I'm playing dandy's world with my friend (inspirationn)

Warnings/Notes: Fluff, HUGSSSS

“So… Can you stretch your arms really far?” you asked, still full of curiosity and intrigue after all the times Goob had saved you or someone else from getting hurt by a twisted.

“Yep! And I can hug you three times over too.” As he said that, he stretched his arms to wrap fully around your torso, settling in comfortably.

A small laugh escaped you as the fluff on his head and chest tickled you. It was impossible not to get tickled by it when he hugged you out of the blue or when you were this close. Besides, he looked like a giant cloud with all that fluff on him.

“Goob, stoppp you’re tickling me!” you exclaimed through light laughter. The way Goob rubbed his face against your neck made you giggle even more; he was like a big cat doing that.

“Excuses! I’m just giving you a hug. Hugs are the best thing in the world” he said, wanting to squeeze into you as much as possible.

You stopped fighting against his strong (but soft) hold and let him squish you like a little teddy bear. You didn’t mind at all—in fact, you loved these sweet moments with him.

Plus, his hugs were, as he always said "the best thing in the world."

You gave a couple of pats to Goob’s arms wrapped around you, signaling him to give you a bit of space so you could settle in comfortably.

Once you repositioned yourself where you both sat, you sunk deeper into his fluffy chest, immediately feeling how the softness of his entire body pulled you right back in.

His arms wrapped around you again, capturing you once more.

Ah, how you loved these hugging moments between you two.

[kakitetan]

Yandere! Glisten x GN! Reader | His One And Only Desire

Synopsis: Toodles was helping Dandy with some work in the museum and gets lost. You decide to help Rodger find her, which inspires other toons to help find her. Along with all this, one by one, everyone gets infected by ichor. You're the last one, and you find Glisten.

WARNING: Contains mentions of gore, obsession, stalking, murder, torture, and child endangerment. Your discretion is advised.

You were a toon, and so were your friends. There were eight, then seven, then six. Then one, you. You were the last one, you regret it. You should've listened, but with that optimistic mindset, everyone had disbelief. You made a mistake, you didn't even know what death was before this, and that reflection of innocence was shattered. Staring at your reflection in the haunting elevator, was a constant reminder of how this all began...

"What? Toodles is missing?" You repeated, "I'm afraid so... She went to help Dandy with some machines. I have to go look for her." Rodger spoke, and you felt for him. Toodles meant a lot to him, he was practically a father figure. Plus, she must be so scared! The museum is so big!

"I'll come too!" You said, "Why, I might as well tag along." Glisten spoke up, inspiring your other friends to tag along as well.

You never saw it coming...

"Great! I can help supply you guys, why now there's nothing to fear! Toodles will be just fine!" Dandy said.

Why was it that Dandy was never worried in the first place, he just grinned at you and your friends. All he wanted in exchange for his help, were some tapes and supplying the museum with an odd black fluid. Dandy always had a smile on his face, no matter what the situation. He seemed almost amused by the difficult situations you seemed to constantly find yourself and the rest of the toons in. It was unnerving, the way he could remain unruffled when everyone else was in a state of conflict, and his confidence bordered on arrogance. With his relaxed attitude, he was the star of the show. He acted like it too... All he wanted in return for his help was some tapes and the occasional delivery of a strange black fluid to supply his museum's exhibits.

On the first floor, Boxten found Toodle's plush. Toodle's beloved plush toy lay abandoned on the floor, its battered stuffing peeking out of a tear in its side. Boxten paused to pick it up, feeling a pang of sympathy for its owner. The worn edges and faded fabric hinted at many nights of comfort and companionship.

"She would never leave this lying around," Boxten spoke, giving the plush to Rodger. He had no words.

We had never experienced anything like fear, grief, or anything like that. We had lived a life of privilege, shielded from the harsher realities of the world. The closest thing to sadness we ever experienced was Shrimpo's bullying. That was tame compared to the sinking feeling of loss, and fear. It was strong, it took the words right out of everyone's mouths. But nothing could have prepared us for the feeling that washed over us at that moment - a heavy, sinking sensation that left us all breathless and afraid. We stood there, frozen and speechless, as the realization of what was happening slowly sank in.

When we got back to the elevator, Poppy tried to lighten the mood. Poppy, ever the optimist, attempted to alleviate the tension by making a light-hearted remark as we gathered in the elevator.

Boxten's voice cut through the silence as he voiced his concern. "I'm scared maybe we missed something on the last floor," Boxten spoke.

"Boxteeenn! You worry WAAAAYYYYY too much! Everything's gonna be okay!" She cheered.

Boxten's voice cracked as he countered Poppy's question. "We didn't check everywhere, what if there's something important we missed?" His words hung in the air, the fear of the unknown hanging over him heavier than the silence.

"You're doing it again!" Poppy replied, causing some of the toons in the elevator to laugh.

The next floor took us by surprise as we came face to face with copies of ourselves. They were aggressive and unsettling. Twisted Boxten let out a distressing, gurgling sound as if he were submerged in water. It was a chilling noise that lingered in your mind long after the encounter. Your arm was still scarred by the arms that grew out of his box.

Out of everyone to take it harshly, it was Boxten.

"I can't-- can't do this!" He was pacing in the elevator.

"Boxten... It's okay." Poppy spoke, placing her hand on his shoulder

"No! It's not, Poppy!" Boxten snapped, slapping her hand away. She gasped.

Poppy stared at him, her eyes brimming with tears, reflecting the deep well of emotions within her.

"Alright, enough. It's hard for everyone, let's just stay calm. I'm sure Dandy will know what to do." Rodger spoke, it calmed everyone down, but that was only temporary.

We never did get an explanation...

"What? Monsters? What are you guys talking about?" Dandy spoke.

"There's been monsters of us, explain yourself," Glisten leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms in a display of defiance as he spoke.

"Now now, there are no such things as monsters. That's only in nightmares, right, Astro?" Dandy replied to the group, Astro held up his blanket to cover his face. Astro didn't like being put in the spotlight.

"Why don't you all give me the tapes, and I'll give you some candy in exchange?" Dandy spoke.

And before we knew it, it became a cycle. A repeating cycle.

We lost Poppy first.

"Boxten!" She yelled, trying to reach out for him. He saw a twisted version of himself, grabbing Poppy, and then eating her alive.

"BOXTEN! HELP ME! IT HURTS! BOXTEN! HELP ME!" She screamed, blood filling her lungs. Her screams became more gurgled, he watched in horror.

His little legs trembled in fear before he ran off from her mutilated body.

After that encounter, Boxten fell silent. It seemed as though he had relinquished his voice, leaving the air heavy with his unspoken words. The departure of Poppy and Boxten only seemed to thicken the atmosphere.

Before the elevator door opened, Goob took out a box of bandages and bandaged your cuts. He carefully began to unwrap them and apply the adhesive strips to my injured wrists, wrapping them with a gentle and practised touch. His hand slumped back and forth to each one, he always had a bit of difficulty controlling his arms.

"I couldn't help but notice your arm was bleeding." Goob smiled at you, you smiled back.

"Thanks, Goob! You're the best." You spoke with a grin.

We tried to defend ourselves from the twisted versions of our friends, but it became clear that they were stronger, faster, and more dangerous than us. Every blow we landed was met with a counterattack, every dodge was followed by a swift and brutal strike. We fought desperately, trying to keep them at bay, but the twisted copies seemed almost untouchable. Our every move was countered, and our attacks met with swift and brutal responses. Every time one of us gained an advantage, the twisted versions would quickly find a way to turn the tide back in their favour.

"It's okay! I'll distract them." Goob offered, carrying the line of twisteds. His self-sacrifice helped keep many toon's fear at bay, however, that didn't last long.

Goob left next...

Astro found his mutilated body, Astro's normally shy demeanour was replaced by a quiet resolve as he stumbled upon the mangled body of his friend. Astro closed Goob's eyes, a silent tribute to the fallen toon, before forcing himself to move on and continue onward, dragging his blanket along.

The elevator became quieter after those three were gone... The air felt thicker than ever before. The elevator ride to the next floor was sombre and still, the loss of our friends weighing heavily on everyone left. The air felt thick and oppressive like a heavy blanket suffocating any attempts at lighthearted conversation. Every glance at each other felt like a constant reminder of the reality of the situation.

As everyone diligently worked in quiet concentration, you found yourself engrossed in turning a pipe handle. Lost in the repetitive motion, your heart leapt into your throat and you were brought crashing back to reality, you were startled out of my trance by a sudden, piercing shriek. The ear-piercing shriek took us all by surprise, jolting us out of our thoughts and back into reality. No one spoke aloud, but the shared look of alarm and confusion was enough to tell me that we all felt the same way - startled and uncertain as to the source of the noise. Footsteps pitter-pattered into the room.

"GOOB! You're back! I just knew you were okay!" That sounded like Scraps..

You walked out of the room you were in, into the large corridor. Scraps was running over to the twisted version of her brother.

"SCRAPS, NO!" The words ripped out of your throat like a furious roar, and you were filled with urgency as you saw her charging towards danger. Your voice was raw from the force of my yell, and though it burned your throat, you couldn't let her put herself in harm's way.

Goob picked up Scraps, squeezing her mercilessly, tightening.

"No! NO!" You yelled as Goob grabbed Scraps and squeezed her mercilessly.

"GOOB! It's too tight! You're hurting me! IT H--" Scraps yelled, her little body straining under the pressure. Scraps' screams were abruptly silenced by a sickening SPLAT. Her blood, flesh, and cartilage stained the walls. Scraps of flesh splatted onto you, but your hand was still reached out for her. Her body parts fly off from the impact, hitting every surface imaginable.

But Scraps didn't exist anymore.

As you took a step back, Goob appeared unfazed by the fact that he had just taken the life of his sister. With a chilling calmness, he extended his arms towards you, and in a panic, you turned and sprinted back towards the elevator, desperate to escape the terrifying scene. The doors close behind you with a metallic clank, providing a momentary reprieve from the horror that awaits outside. But even as you attempt to distance yourself from the carnage, the echo of Scraps' final moments lingers.

One by one, everyone left this world.

Everyone except for you, you aren't even sure why you're still going. In a trance-like state, you exit out of the elevator. You had been alone for a while, so suddenly hearing a familiar voice speak caught you off guard.

"D-Did I just hear someone?" Glisten spoke.

You never ran so fast, running over to him. Your heart pounds fiercely in your chest as you approach Glisten. Your speed slowed down as you saw his appearance, half of his face was broken, and his hands were tied by his belt. Half of his face is disfigured beyond recognition, and Glisten's torso is mutilated., a mangled mess. He looks up at you with vacant, hollow eyes, the light within them extinguished forever. Blood trickles slowly from the gaping wounds, staining the floor beneath him. Despite the horrific sight before you, you can't help but feel a pang of pity for this once graceful man reduced to have such a horrific fate.

You felt vomit in your throat, tasting a bit of the candy you had earlier. The sight of ichor instantly made you sick to your stomach. Causing your stomach to churn violently. Your body recoils instinctively, refusing to accept the sight before you. Ichor, the thick, dark fluid of life, spills from Glisten's wounds.

His voice, once commanding and confident, now comes out as a weak plea. "Oh, it's you.." he murmurs, barely above a whisper. "Stop! Please don't run!" Glisten begged, stumbling towards you, his movements slow and laboured. One of his eyes is a ghastly shade of pink, the other staring blankly ahead.

You nodded, showing any fear wasn't a good idea. This was scarier for him than it was for you. "What.. What happened?" You asked him. Yet, despite everything, you extend a sliver of compassion, reaching out to offer some semblance of comfort amidst the horror that was around the both of you.

"I was attacked earlier, I found myself here. I'm so glad you're here, Y/N. I don't want to be alone.. Please... Don't leave me, please stay." He begged.

You nodded again, albeit lacking confidence. You didn't want to say it, but you knew what you had to do. "Don't worry, I'm not hurt at all. I'll keep you company. I just have to do these pipes." You said to him, reassuring Glisten.

"Alright.." He responded.

You navigate the dimly lit corridor, your steps deliberate and sure. Reaching out, you grasp the cold metal of the first pipe, twisting the handle firmly. The pipe groans in protest, releasing a torrent of ichor that cascades downwards.

"How have you managed to avoid getting infected?" Glisten asked.

That perked your attention, it was a hard question to answer, due to his own circumstances. You felt your mouth dry up.

".. I'm very careful." You responded, trying to play it safe. You flashed him a smile, that faded as you turned back your attention to the pipe.

"That's smart.. But I believe even the most cautious people would break under these circumstances." Glisten said.

You glanced at him, thinking. You wondered if this was even your Glisten or some kind of clone. In all honesty, you were going mad. This was hell. How could you not tell the difference anymore?

"Why haven't you given up yet?" Glisten asked.

You turned the pipe handle in thought, before turning your head in thought. "I think I have, I'm just bad at showing it." You answered back.

"Nonsense, Y/N. That doesn't sound like something someone who has given up would say." Glisten responded.

You were just trying to be honest, "It’s true, I can’t accomplish my dreams if I have no one to share it with, and.. Everyone is depleting so fast. But.. I still continue to do these pipes. I don’t know why I do it, ever since I’ve been here, I feel like I’ve been out of touch with myself. I’ve been running on adrenaline." You expressed, gripping the pipe harder. This whole time, you were just trying to do it for Toodles, but now you have no one to live for, no one to continue for. You've just been working in a trance-like state.

It made no sense to you.

Glisten listened to your confession, his single red eye reflecting a depth of empathy that belies his twisted exterior.

"You're doing this for yourself and for those who came before," he says gently, stepping closer as if offering comfort despite his monstrous appearance.

It made you uneasy, but you didn't step away. This is one of your friends and the only one you have left...

You fake a smile, "Mhm." You nodded.

Glisten stared at you, admiring you. Feeling a sense of connection with you, Glisten allows himself to relax slightly. For the first time in what felt like ages, he allowed himself to open up.

"There used to be so much life here," he murmurs softly, looking around at the desolate lobby. "People laughing, music playing..."

A melancholic smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he remembers happier times.

"But now... it's just us." He said rather quietly.

A chill ran down your spine at that sentence alone. You never felt so unsafe with someone you trusted before. You catch a glint of your reflection in his mirror, you make your way to another pipe. He followed you like a lost puppy. You struggle to come up with something to say in response, trying to hide your fear.

"That may be true, but it can always happen again. Even if things seem rather dull right now, it doesn’t have to stay that way forever." You walked over to another pipe, turning the handle, letting the ichor pour into the pipe. Just what was this stuff anyway, and why does Dandy need it so badly?

Watching you guide him towards the pipe, Glisten can't help but admire your determination. Despite all odds, they refuse to give up. "Even amidst this chaos," he whispers, gazing down at the swirling ichor filling the pipe. "You find ways to bring back some semblance of normalcy." His pink eye follows every movement of your hand as it manipulates the pipe handle. "It's... inspiring," he admits quietly, feeling strangely uplifted by their actions.

This didn't sound like Glisten at all, maybe he's just saying this out of fear, or maybe even regret.

"I guess so, I’m not really sure why. Even before all of this, Shrimpo used to bully me for it. He said I was just being stubborn. I think it’s pretty funny at times, kinda like now. I’m not stupid, I see what’s going on around me, but I believe that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. I try to think that way anyway.. I have nothing else to lose." You confess to him, you were being honest.

Glisten listens intently as you share your thoughts, a flicker of respect igniting within him. The resilience and optimism in their words strike a chord deep within his own psyche.

"You know, I never thought of it that way," he muses, his gaze drifting to the floor as he ponders your perspective. "Maybe holding onto hope, no matter how slim, is what keeps us sane." He said, which was a huge contrast to his appearance.

You look at him again, as he stares at you with fear and admiration.

Slowly, he raises his head to meet your eyes, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "If anyone can find that light, it's you," he says rather sincerely, his voice carrying a note of encouragement. "And I'll be right here beside you, trying to do the same."

That caught you off guard again, as much as you wanted to bring him with you, you couldn't. Maybe he was saying all of this as a means of survival.

As you stood there silently in awe, the pipe slowly filled with a dark, viscous ichor. You then proceeded to explore the expansive corridors, scanning for additional pipes. He followed you silently, fidgeting with the bonds on his wrists.

Observing your silent resolve, Glisten watches you move around the room, searching for more pipes to fill. A strange warmth begins to spread throughout his chest — a sensation he hasn't felt in quite some time.

"Hey," he calls out after a moment, "Do you want some help?"

As you paused in your tracks, his words echoed in your mind, stirring up a sense of unease. Despite feeling unsettled, you made a conscious effort to conceal your internal turmoil. You managed to mask your inner thoughts with a smile as you turned to face him. "Oh come on, Glisten! The last person that should be working is you, you’re hurt. Focus on resting, okay?" You choked out.

Glisten pauses, considering your words carefully. They carry a weight that he hadn't expected, stirring up emotions within him that were long buried.

"I appreciate your concern," he replies, his tone sincere despite the slight edge of frustration seeping through. "But right now, I'd rather focus on helping you."

You didn't look at him, staring at his reflection through the pipe. He didn't blink, he stared at you.

He stepped closer to you. "And besides..." A soft sigh escapes from between his lips as he gestures vaguely around them at the desolation surrounding them. "...What else do we have left to do?"

"Pipes, pipes, and more pipes. But really, I got this. Maybe if you rest, your body can heal too. So don’t worry about it, okay? I got this." You walked over to the next pipe, turning the handle. Your smile faded when he wasn’t looking.

Noticing your subtle change in demeanour, Glisten remains silent for a moment. He watches them work, admiring their dedication while also sensing their underlying unease. Glisten's eye narrows slightly as he notices the shift in your demeanour, a flicker of understanding dawning on his battered face. He observes you working, his gaze lingering on the focused determination etched across your features. At the same time, he senses the unease simmering just below the surface, a tension that threatens to erupt at any moment. The air grows heavy with unspoken questions and fears, the silence between you two becoming almost palpable.

"Are you alright?" he finally asks, breaking the silence. "It seems like something's bothering you."

His gaze lingers on your face, searching for signs of distress that might indicate otherwise.

"You don't have to keep smiling all the time, you know." he continues gently. "We're in this together." He spoke

There it was again, together. He must've been delirious or something, or delusional. Maybe both! You weren't taking him with you.

".. No, I’m just listening for any noise that may cause concern. The darkness.. I’m afraid of the dark, so I’ve been having to rely on my other senses for comfort in these situations." You confess.

Hearing your admission, Glisten feels a pang of sympathy. Despite everything, their vulnerability touches him deeply.

"That must be hard." He acknowledges, his voice softening even further. But you're braver than you realize. Moving closer, he offers a comforting touch on your shoulder. "Just remember," he insists firmly, 

"We're not alone here. And I promise, I'll do whatever I can to keep you safe." He murmured darkly.

You faked another smile, "Thanks Glisten." The pipe finished filling up, moving on to the next one, the last one. Turning the handle to fill it up.

As you move onto the final pipe, Glisten finds himself drawn to watch them. There's an almost hypnotic quality to their movements, their dedication serving as a stark contrast against the eerie stillness of their surroundings. As you move toward the last pipe, Glisten's attention becomes fixated on your every movement. Something is captivating about your unwavering commitment, a relentless pursuit of survival that contrasts sharply with the oppressive quietude of your environment. His battered form leans against the wall, watching intently as you twist the final handle, triggering another wave of water that cascades down.

"Almost done," he murmurs appreciatively, "And then we can rest."

If only he knew that statement was far from the truth...

A faint glimmer of satisfaction shines in his red eye as he takes in the sight of all three pipes filled with ichor. The sight of the three pipes brimming with ichor elicits a minuscule flash of satisfaction in Glisten's single functional eye.

"But until then," he adds with a tired smile, "I'm just glad you'll stay with me forever, Y/N."

You stayed silent, filling the pipe with ichor, twisting and turning the handle. You didn't want to break him, not now. You knew it was inevitable, but you had to focus on your survival. The silence stretches between you, thick and suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic sound of the ichor-filled water gurgling through the pipes. You maintain your focus, twisting and turning the handles with mechanical precision, your mind numb to the grisly nature of your task. There's a certain detached efficiency in your actions, a desperate attempt to cling to sanity in the face of unimaginable horror. You know what must come next, but for now, you push those thoughts aside, channelling all your energy into the singular goal of survival.

Observing your focused concentration, Glisten allows himself a moment of quiet contemplation. Their steadfast commitment to making the best out of such dire circumstances is nothing short of remarkable.

"Incredible," He cooed. He steps closer, his presence offering a silent testament to their shared struggle.

As your hands leave the wheel, the reality of your situation crashes over you like a tidal wave. You can't bring yourself to meet Glisten's gaze, the shame and guilt gnawing at your insides like ravenous twisted. Your eyes drift downward, fixating on the grimy floor beneath your feet, as if searching for answers in the cracks and stains. The silence between you two is deafening, a physical manifestation of the chasm that has opened up, threatening to swallow you whole. It was all eating at you.

"Glisten?" You asked him, your voice wavered.

Startled by the unexpected sound of his name, Glisten snaps back to attention. His heart skips a beat as he locks his one eye with you, their gaze heavy with unspoken questions and concerns.

"Yes?" He responds softly, leaning in slightly to better hear them. "What is it?"

Your head perked up, turning your head to face him.

".. I think you’re incredible. You do defy beauty. Now, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, alright? I’ll whack them if they try." You said, trying to add confidence to your tone. What was left of your sanity, and confidence felt like it was thrown out the window when the light turned green. Suddenly, a loud shatter noise filled the room. The ichor was consuming Glisten, your unease turned into fear in an instant. Your initial unease morphs into sheer, primal fear as you watch in horror the ichor begin its relentless assault on Glisten's ravaged form. He recoils instinctively, his body tensing as the corrosive substance envelops him, seeping into his wounds and devouring his flesh with alarming speed. Panic sets in, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he thrashes about, desperately trying to escape the inexorable grip of the ichor. Glisten instinctively recoils. As the ichor engulfs him, panic surges through his system.

"H-HELP ME! DON'T L-LEAVE ME!" He stammers out, struggling to maintain control as the familiar intoxicating rush of the infection takes hold. His words trail off into a guttural growl as he loses himself to the transformation.

With a burst of adrenaline-fueled desperation, you sprint towards the elevator, your heart pounding in your chest like a war drum. Behind you, Glisten's frantic cries echo through the corridors, each plea slicing through your already fractured composure. Every step you take seems to drag behind you, weighed down by the guilt and fear that threaten to consume you whole. The chase is a race against time and your own failing sanity.

His one and only desire.

Feeling your retreat, Glisten lets out a low, menacing snarl. His remaining eye blazes with an unholy glow as he struggles to retain his sanity. you crash into the wall trying to make your way to the elevator, causing him to bump into it, trying to catch you. Your head was dizzy, running, sprinting to the elevator!

You ran into the elevator, chasing the elevator doors, you knew at that point, that wasn’t Glisten speaking, but rather the infection of ichor. He was already gone.

As you back away, Glisten's form begins to contort under the influence of the ichor. His yellow appearance darkens, taking on a sickly hue as his once-toon features morph into something far more monstrous.

You jump into the elevator, as the elevator doors slam shut, sealing you inside, you tumble forward, your body crashing against the cold metal walls. You manage to pull yourself upright, turning your head to catch one final glimpse of Glisten's agonized form. His crimson eye blazes with pain and desperation, reaching out his arm to you. The door shut all the way, crushing his arm. You heard his guttural scream of agony, the elevator began to ascend. It pulled his arm down, and he screamed in agony, choking on his spit and the ichor that consumed him. His skin was being crushed by the weight of the wall and elevator, it became too much. The sound of his flesh and bones cracking filled the air, before completely detaching itself from Glisten. His arm lay on the floor, in a pool of ichor.

AUTHORS NOTES: Soooo I'm completely aware this came out of no where, and literally no one asked for this, buuuuttttt I decided to do it anyways, because MAN I love my Roblox games. I also just couldn't get this idea out of my head, hrrrmmmmm!! I know I know, "TAN WHAT ABOUT YOUR SEBASTIAN SERIES!! IM WAITING?!?!?!???!!" YEA I KNOW. I KNOW. But, I did want to write something new, something FRESH as some squids may sayy. So yea! Enjoy!!

[v4nnie]

A MOMENT OF COMFORT.

♡ — twisted!glisten × twisted!rodger

(reflectivedetective)

⭑.ᐟ genre: slight (very tiny) angst, fluff :33

⭑.ᐟ synopsis: rodger simply comforts an insecure glisten after a devastating view of others leaving him again

⭑.ᐟ wc: 555

⭑.ᐟ a/n: this fanfic was simply my friends' idea so creds to them for the idea and i kinda made this like a few days ago or something

“you’re leaving..? w-wait! don't leave me!” twisted glisten yelled, rushing towards the players in the elevator.

ichor fell down his half shattered face, a look of panic on his face when the elevator slammed shut in his face, leaving him alone. he fell down to his knees, crying quietly and choking on his tears.

he slowly stood up, sniffling a little as he walked towards twisted rodger’s capsule, sitting by it. slowly, rodger emerged from his disguise, towering over him.

“glisten?” he called out to him gently, his voice low yet soothing in his ears. glisten lifted his head up, hesitantly looking into his one eye.

“i'm sorry you have to see me like this again.. i swear, i just.. i can't–”

rodger placed his hand on glisten's head, looking towards the direction of the closed elevator that was just a distance away from them. a disappointed look crossed his face, making him sigh.

“it isn't your fault. those players were the ones who abandoned you anyway, but i most likely won't, despite my form,” he pointed out, looking down at the pool of ichor that went from his waist to the floor.

glisten followed rodger's gaze, gazing at his pitiful state. glisten’s eyes softened in pity and sadness, but he looked away afterwards.

“i'm sorry you had to be like that too.. you.. didn't deserve getting infected like that,” glisten mumbled quietly, avoiding his gaze. rodger's gaze softened at well, watching as he wallowed in his self-pity.

“why are you apologizing? this infection isn't something you did. it's that.. ugh, blasted dandy,” rodger voiced out the name with hatred, clenching his free hand into a fist. his other hand stayed on glisten's head before rodger looked down at him.

“you know i won't leave you, right?” he questioned, giving him reassurance as he ran his fingers through his swirly hair. although glisten had taken the time to style it, it didn't matter if it was rodger who messed it up.

glisten stayed quiet, still feeling insecure and rodger could sense that. he sunk half of his body down in the pool of ichor, making sure he was the other's height. he reached out, placing his hand on glisten's cheek and caressing it.

“don't stay quiet. say something, glisten. i beg to hear your voice at least,” the magnifying glass spoke, his gaze showing a slight look of desperation. it was rare for the detective to show such emotion, but he couldn't help it when it came to glisten.

at his words, the mirror sighed, his breath shaky. immediately, he wrapped his arms around rodger, hugging him tightly. “i don't deserve you..”

rodger's eye widened at his hug, feeling a tad bit off guard. but he didn't pull away, he simply wrapped his arms around glisten, one of his hands cradling the back of his head and the other on the small of his back.

glisten smiled faintly, nuzzling his cheek against rodger's, finding comfort in his embrace. soon, rodger spoke his last words, wanting nothing but to cuddle him.

“you do deserve me. you just.. didn't know it. but i’ll make sure you see how much i value your existence, glisten. to me, you're everything. and.. i’ll never let you go. i won't let anyone hurt you either.”

“my promise. from me, to you.”

[yummi3010]

Cosmo's "Solo" Run (pt.1)

IT'S HERE ‼️‼️‼️‼️

(FINALLY 😭)

Sryy hehe, I didn't do much effort for the title 😅

This was based on my own experience playing Cosmo for the first time (SOLO) because I didn't read what his ability was 😭

The first part is a bit short because I spent too much time on the background, I'll try to change that :P

Also, every part of the comic I post, I'll show a sneak peek of the script for the next part.

Here's this ones' spoiler:

Auauhghuuhh I rly wanna draw the rest like RN, But we can only wait since this is like a lil hobby now.

And I get tired ;-;

It took so long just to do this, I hope I'll get to finish it before the fandom dies down.

I won't stop even if it does tho 😋 HEHEE

Happy reading, holidays, and new years! Enjoy!

[maucira]

too excited

goob x gn! reader

dub-con, awkwardness, accidental boner, dry humping, implied past sexual assault, first time

short ...

Goob was always a cheerful toon. His happy attitude rarely faltered, especially not around the many wonderful friends he had. Being the kind friend he is, Goob is always there to support them (as he says, hugs are the best medicine)! So when Goob saw you in a dreary mood, he instantly waddled over to help you. He stretched his elongated arms, shocking you as you felt the thin, black ropes constrict around you in a tight hug. His paws landed on either side of you, hanging there as he tilted his head whilst staring at you intently.

"Is everything okay?" He asked. His concerned voice didn't match the cuteness of the fluffy craft. It made you feel bad that he was going out of his way to worry for you. You brushed the surprised expression off your face and gave him a weary smile. You were so uncomfortable, not with Goob; no, never with him, but the touch. You wanted to scrub your skin raw, the flesh tearing off. Maybe if you were some skinless pile of walking muscle people wouldn't have the urge to use you like some fleshlight.

You squirmed your arms out of Goob's tight grip, letting them drop for a moment before you wrapped them back around Goob's fluffy chest. "Oh, Goob..." You smiled, his creamy fur tickling your cheek as you rested his head against him. "Better now that you're here." You spoke softly, your voice like a current, an array of emotions stirring inside you like a whirlwind, disguised by the calm exterior. Goob didn't seem overly convinced, but he was happy enough with your response.

He hummed, looking around the room in thought as he tried to figure out something that could cheer you up even more. With his blatant observation, you perked up an idea, one that would make the toon happy. Goob was a sweetheart and he didn't deserve to be burdened with your troubles. "How about we find somewhere comfier and we can cuddle for a bit?" With those said, Goob's attention was caught and a sharp-toothed smile immediately formed on Goob's face- well, a bigger smile than he already had. He nodded his head rapidly. "Yes, yes! I would love that! You will too, let's go!" He chirped out, joy all over his face. You giggled at his excitement, his unabashed giddiness was adorable.

Goob squeezed you tighter for a moment before unwrapping his arms around you. The bouncy toon took hold of your hand and began dragging you towards an area that had beanbags in it. Goob hesitantly let go of your hand, glancing down before arranging the beanbags next to each other as quickly as he could. Goob smiled at his work before extending his arms out to you, grabbing you by your own and falling back onto the fluffy bags.

You landed on top of him, your face in his beige fur as he sat up. He looked like an excited puppy with the way he was all smiles. Just as you were admiring his adoring look, it was replaced by a confused one. Goob lifted you off of him a little, hands underneath your armpits before looking down towards his crotch. He tilted his head curiously, making you look down as well.

Oh my god.

Goob had a boner.

"Heya, uh... Why's that there?" He asked to you, not taking his eyes off of the tent. You didn't move or respond, just stared in disbelief. Goob removed one of his hands from you, about to poke it before he looked around nervously, clearly embarrassed. "O-Oh... Oh jeez..." His supporting hand began to tremble a little underneath you, Goob's expression a flustered mess.

"I haven't ever... Oh goodness..." He said, beginning to whimper in panic. He dropped his hand from under you, wanting to cover his face without realising what he had just done. You were dropped onto his lap, his hardness poking uncomfortably next to your thigh. You gasped in shock, Goob doing the same, though his mixed in with a little moan. "I'm... ah... I'm so sorry." He moaned out, moving his hands to grip your thighs.

"I've never done something like this before...!" He said, his voice cracking as he began to slowly rut onto you. He sloppily bucked his hips forward, grinding on whatever part of your lower half was most comfortable for him. You were too dazed to speak, completely befuddled, even as he began to control your body to match his pace. Goob chased after the pleasure, wanting to be selfish and experience it over and over as he moved his hips faster and faster.

"G-Goob-!" You stuttered out, a slightly distressed look on your face as an embarrassed blush coated your cheeks. You subconsciously began to move in rhythm with him, meeting him back when he would grind on you. You pushed Goob down gently to lean back on the beanbag, sitting on top of him as his clothed dick rubbed you through your shorts.

You could feel him hardening more under you with every thrust, moans escaping you as you reached down to place your arms beside Goob's square head. Goob tilted his head to the side, letting out shaky breaths as he experienced new sensations he hadn't ever felt. "Is this good?" You asked, leaning your head down to kiss his freckled cheek. "So good..." He moaned, looking back at you with a trembling smile on his lips, a sharp tooth peeking out from his lips.

Goob's arms wrapped around you tightly as he felt a strange feeling in his stomach begin to build. "I feel weird," Goob muttered, the pleasure in him building up as he rutted into you at a pace you couldn't keep up. He shut his eyes as he focused on the sensation that was building up in him. He hissed as he opened his mouth to gently bite into your shoulder as he came undone in his pants. He let out a loud squeak that was muffled by your shoulder, something he was grateful for.

You didn't stop moving, not until you came yourself as you felt the coil that was in you release. Goob looked up at you with big eyes, blinking at you dumbfounded, before letting out a nervous giggle. "I- uh..." He sputtered, sighing at his failed attempt before curling his arms around you tighter and dragging you back down to lay on him.

"Still up for that cuddle...?"

[tailsdollr]

artwork for my latest fic Chattel

[dandys-world-red-rock]

(Dandys World Red Rock) Episode 4

[ Read Episode 1 Here ]

The band looks for a venue to play in. Luckily for Red Rock, someone has been looking for them too.

🤘< Previous Episode

[sweet-yellow-honey]

HEY SO I NOTICED ALOT OF PPL ON HERE LIKED MY MIRRORBOX ART SO HERES A FIC I ALSO WROTE!!!!!!!!! YOU CAN ALSO FIND THIS FIC ON AO3!!!!!

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Boxten and Poppy were sitting in the audience of one of Vees game shows, listening in on the winners prizes and loud buzzers.

“How did SHRIMPO win a car??? He can’t even drive!!” Poppy said with a huff. “Nether can you.” The box shot back. “oh ya” Poppy sighed, looking back at the stage as said shrimp almost ran though the stage wall with his new prize

“Hey Pops, any idea who the finishing act is? I just hope it’s nothing with cannons.. or flashing lights…. Or spiders…….”

“Oh! I think it’s Glisten this time actually!” The bubble responded, looking over the pamphlet that was handed out to them to check. “Huh, Glisten Glisten.. I dont think I’ve ever met him actually..” Boxten said, witch was a surprising statement, considering the fact everyone here pretty much HAD to know eachother. “YOU’VE NEVER MET HIM?????” Poppy yelled, looking at her friend with wide eyes. “What? What, was I supposed to know him? Ohhh I knew I should have introduced myself! I just got so worried about whether or not they would think I was weird… i mean… as I weird??? Ughh I-“ The music box went on for a few more minutes, when he felt a sharp jab in his arm.

“Stop worrying! I swear, it’s all you do!” The bubble taunted, rolling her eyes “heh, ya I guess I-“

“OH OH SHUT UP ITS STARTING-“ Poppy shouted before Boxten even had the chance to reply, turning to look at the center stage where Vee was standing.

“Alright folks! We’ve got an excellent show for you all tonight! Without further ado, its the gorgeous! The iconic! The gymnastic!… GLISSTTEENNNNN!”

Vee shouted, raising her hands to a large platform yards above the audience, lights flashing and darting towards the stand. Boxten had to cover his face to try and block out the blinding lights, trying to catch a small glimpse of the glittery mirror. And then… he saw him.

It was just for a second, Glisten had peered over the edge of the platform, gazeing down at the crowd waveing with a smile.

Boxten saw him just for a second. His bright, blue eyeshadow. The singular golden curl that fell over his face. The way his eyes sparkled just as much as the lights around him. Wow.

“He’s beautiful…” Boxten thought to himself.

Then the actual show started.

At first, boxten thought it was just gonna be a normal performance, probably singing or dancing or something. Something tame, something that wouldn’t make him jump out of his seat in fear. Besides, this guys seemed reasonable.

Boy was he wrong.

Just then, around two dozen or so glittery silver rings, bars, and hoops fell from the ceiling, makeing the stage more shiny than before. Then, the glittering mirror grabbed onto one. Then jumped from his post.

Boxten’s heart almost burst out of his chest in worry, how on earth can an angel like that put himself at risk like that?! Then he finally realized that sense the mirror was holding on to the bar, he wouldn’t fall.

Oh right.

Boxten tried watching the rest of the performance (still panicking for the gymnasts safety) gripping at his bandana as to try and stop his heart from pounding out of his chest. He tried to remember what Poppy always said to him. Breathe. And that’s what he did. In and out, in and out.

He then turned his attention back to Glisten, who was currently throwing this slimmer figure through multiple hoops at once. While terrifying, still impressive. REALLY impressive. Boxten couldn’t stop his hands from reaching his edges cheeks in a swoon, watching the taller jump from ring to ring, twisting and turning to dazzle the crowd.

He moved like an angel flying though heavens clouds.

At least that’s what Boxten thought.

And then it kept going.

Glisten grabbed bars, rings, and performed tricks that could’ve killed him if anything went wrong. At one point, he even flung himself from the top of the platform, grabbing onto a pair of rings to catch his fall. Then he started to spin around the golden metal hoops, moving faster and faster as the audience cheered.

Boxten seemed to be getting more and more nervous as the performance continued. I mean, who wouldn’t be when the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen was flying through the air like a damn stunt man.

Glisten then took a dive from his hoop landing back onto the large podium and Vee walked back on stage. “Alright everyone, thanks for coming to the game tonight, I-“

“BITCH I WASNT DONE!!!!”

Glisten blew a quick few kisses into the crowd and somehow struck almost five poses in the span of a second, then turned back to Vee, ok continue, ima go back to the dressing room, love you all!!!” The mirror said, jumping down from the podium and walking off the stage, leavening Vee a little speechless due the this mans audacity.

“…ok then.” Vee said, a little flabbergasted with the sheer amount of sass Glisten had. She then continued with her speech and the crowds slowly started to leave.

“Holy crap- Glisten is amazing!” Poppy said as she turned to Boxten. “What did you think?”

“I think…. I think I need to go.” Boxten said, jumping up from his seat and running down the stairs of the aisle, turning his square head back to Poppy, who looked utterly confused.

“ILL CATCH UP!! I’LL RIGHT BACK!!!!!”

The box shouted, already darting down a known hallway behind the stage area. He only new the place from a tour he did with Vee as a prize of the show itself. Boy did he love being smart.

Poppy stood halfway in the aisle, somewhat dumbfounded as a bright red lamp wandered up to her.

“Where’s he off to?”

“I don’t know, probably to the bathroom to masterbate or something”

“Poppy… he doesn’t have genitals… none of us do.”

“Oh ya! Why do i always forget the most important things…”

“It’s probably because of the brain damage.”

“What brain damage?”

Boxten rounded a corner, stopping in front of a huge wooden door with the words “guest room” written across a gold star plate. Once he caught his breath, he stopped for a moment. Should he do this? Should he knock? It was just that that was the greatest performance he had ever seen. He had to complement the man behind it. With a shaking fist, he gently knocked on the door.

Just then, the door slowly creaked open, revealing Glisten himself peaking around the side. “Oh! Can I help you?” He asked, politely smiling down at the small box toon in front of him. God, he was even more beautiful up close…

“Oh I uh-“ The music box muttered, stuttering on his words “ya uh, you don’t really know me… but I was actually in the audience watching your performance, I just wanted to say that it was amazing! It was honestly one of the greatest things I’ve ever seen, uh sorry it that sounds weird… I just needed to complement you on it… it was magic, really.” Boxten said, fidgeting with the end of his bandana, looking up at the graceful mirror in front of him.

At the box’s words, Glisten’s eyes widened, looking at him suprised. Then they softened, a small smile appearing on his face.

“Why thank you, dear.” The mirror said softly, his cheeks glowing slightly more pink than the blush already dashed onto them.

“Oh uh, ya thank you! I- I should be going now actually, I’m really not supposed to be here….. You’re beautiful tho- I MEAN- your performance was beautiful!” Boxten said quickly turning on his heel about to make a clean getaway, when a yellow hand stopped him.

“Hey, wait a sec!” The mirror said from behind Boxten, causing the box to whip his head around to face the taller toon. “ I just realized, I never caught your name, sweetie.”

“OH UH…” Boxten stuttered “it’s Boxten! I’m one of the background toons… although I WISH I was one of the mains…” the box chuckled, Glisten giggling along. “Oh ya, they get WAYYY to many food perks… But I was actually thinking..” the mirror said, leaning against the door frame. “… if you wanted to grab lunch or dinner at together sometime? I always atleast TRY to know everyone-“ Glisten said, hand on his hip and his face a little… nervous?

“Oh! Oh um, YES! Yes… I would- love too!” Boxten said, face red as hell at the fact this beauty of a man wanted to get dinner??? With him???????

“Great! Heres my number Boxy! Call me!” The mirror said, slamming a folded up piece of paper into the boxes arms, giving him a wink before closing the door before Boxten could respond.

Boxten looked at the paper in this hand, then back up at the door. At this point, only one thought could run though his mind…

“OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG-

I’m the luckiest man alive.”

ok Ty for reading this yippppieeeeee👉👈

[horror-beeings-artandwriting]

shrimpo x reader who matches his energy possibly...

Ofc, I haven’t written for dandy’s world yet so sorry if this is ooc at all!! <3

Prompt: Headcanons(can be read as platonic or romantic)

Characters: Shrimpo

Pronouns: GN reader

Shrimpo and you butt heads a lot literally. Brawls aren’t new for you two, most of the other toons swear you two are actually trying to kill one another. However behind the scenes, yes Shrimpo still hates everyone…but…he tolerates you. When you two argue alone it normally ends in “SHRIMPO HATES YOU….AND NEVER WANTS TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!” Then about 5 minutes later he comes back in asking if you wanna watch TV with him. He never really means that he hates you. He doesn’t…he thinks? Shrimpo just knows he hates you a little less than everyone else! He loves watching shitty reality TV with you, or Hell’s Kitchen. He likes making fun of the people in them with you. One of the only times he’s ever really smiled. DONT TELL ANYONE ABOUT IT THO!!! Got his though guy persona to keep in tacked! You two bounce of each other well, similar tempers, similar personalities, everyone thinks you two despise each other, when you don’t! Two peas in a pod!

I hope this is okay!!

[smilecult]

None of my mutuals r into dandys world but i have a rlly cool fic idea but u need to know abt the game to get it but I rlly wanna talk abt my fic ideaaaa

[chocos-universe]

hi hi! Can I has lee!!!! Dandy and ler!! Astro?? Pretty pls

Of course my wonderful Sunflower!!

Petals

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--Poor Dandy, he's insecure--

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|Lee: Dandy -- Ler: Astro|

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Dandy was upset. Why? He didn't like his face. Very upset about it. So, here he was, sitting on the couch and covering his face

Then, Astro walked in, his eyes immediately noticing Dandy.

"Dandy? What's wrong?" He asked, trotting over to his friend

"My petals make my face look weird..." Dandy mumbled, curling in a little ball

"Pff-- what?" Astro sat next to his friend

"I don't like my face... or my petals... I'm ugly..."

"What? No, you aren't! I like your petals..." Astro said in a genuine tone, trying to make Dandy feel a little better

"I can't even do anything with them! They're just for show!" Dandy sounded like he was about to cry

Astro frowned "Dandy..."

Astro thought for a moment. What could he do? Dandy seemed so... well... not Dandy. Hmm... oh wait!

"Well... there's two things people can love about them...~"

"Huh?.." Dandy sniffed and uncovered his face, looking at Astro

"Like they're really colorful and pretty! Adds a little glam, eh?" Astro winked and nudged Dandy's arm

Dandy smiled a little "Heh... I guess so..."

"And another thing is thisss~" Astro grinned lightly, running a finger across one of Dandy's petals

Dandy jumped out of surprise, a hint of embarrassed blush on his face "Ah-! A-Astro!"

"Hmmm?~"

"D-Don't you dare! Astro I swear--"

"Too late!" Astro then scittered his fingers all over one of Dandy's petals

"NOHOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!" Dandy squealed, flailing his arms about

"Aww, see? Petals make your smile grow!"

"AHAHAHASTROOOO! NAHAHA!! *snort*"

"Oh... my stars. You can SNORT?! How come I never knew this?! Hiding things from your best friend?" Astro snuck one of his lower hands over to squeeze Dandy's side

"NOHOHO-- WAHAHAHAIT!!"

"Aaaaare you pretty?~" Astro asked with a grin

"W-WEHEHELL I--"

"Wrong answer!" Astro got both his lower hands to squeeze Dandy's sides

"AAAAHAHAHA!! NOOOHOHOHOHO!"

"No? No what?~"

"AHAHAHAHASTROHOHOHOHO! *snort*" Dandy grabbed onto Astro's wrists, too weak to pry them off, though.

"Awwh! There it is! Maybe I should call you Snorty Mcgee from now on..."

"DOHOHOHOHON'T YOU DAHAHAHARE!"

"Awwh, why nottt? It fits you perfectly!"

"NAHAHAHAHA!" Dandys face flushed complete red as he kicked his feet

"Okay, okay... I'll stop... IF you stop saying you're ugly~"

"OHOHOKAHAHAHAY!! I WON'T-- NAHAHAHA!! I- I WOHOHOHOHON'T-- *snort* STAHAHAHAHAP!!" Poor flower couldn't even talk

Astro chuckled and stopped "See, Dandy? There's lots to love! You just need someone to help ya find it!" Astro said with a smile, putting his lower hands back under his blanket

"I-I guehehess... t-thanks Astro..."

Astro smiled and wrapped a arm grounded Dandy's shoulder, and pulled him into a side hug "Of course..."

And Dandy just leaned into it

🌈End💙

[sammylkcho]

May I have some some twisted glisten fluff please? :)

Warnings/Notes: fluff, this can be read like romantic or platonic, autophobia, it's short srry..

"Shh… It’s okay, I’m not going anywhere, okay?" You retied the pink cloth around his wrists. He always wore it to keep himself from making sudden movements whenever the ichor made him "lose control" sometimes. You managed to keep it under control, so you trusted that tying the ribbon around his wrists could serve as a makeshift accessory.

He always loved to show off even the smallest thing.

A slow smile tugged at your lips as you remembered how he used to be before the ichor turned him into a bundle of nerves, filled with fears, especially a fear of loneliness. He’d grow terribly paranoid if you moved even a few inches away from him; the idea that you might leave him never left his mind.

At first, it scared you to be with him after he became what he is now, but you decided to give him a chance to control himself and not hurt you. Some toons disagreed, especially Dandy, but you made both a physical and mental effort to reassure them that you’d both be fine—that it would be like caring for a sick Glisten.

Besides, you were lucky that only on very rare occasions did other twisteds wander onto the same floor where you both stayed.

"I don’t want to be alone…"

His small, barely coherent whisper brought you back to reality, grounding you in the fact that you still held his wrists in your hands. You gently rubbed them, a faint attempt to soothe him when his fears took over.

“You’re not alone, I’m here with you. I always will be; I won’t leave your side.” You continued offering small reassurances, a smile on your face.

You could see a noticeable hesitation in his gaze, as if he were searching for the slightest hint of fear or deceit from you. You said nothing about it, simply waiting in silence for his response.

“Thanks.. It’s terrifying to be like this. I don’t want to be left alone, much less push you away because of my condition…” he said, his tone wavering, perhaps from the ichor or simply from the act of confessing something even the most prideful Glisten would never admit, especially to you.

These types of comments reminded you of how, before his corruption, Glisten rarely shared his insecurities, making moments like these surprising. He’d always been confident, never hesitating.

You gave his hands a small squeeze.

“You could never push me away, Glisten. In fact, I should be the one saying thank you, for staying by my side too.” You told him, never letting go of his hands. As cold as his touch felt, it was also comforting.

A faint, weak squeeze was returned to you.

You looked at him more closely and noticed that his eyes weren’t as red as they sometimes were. You felt relieved that the ichor hadn’t completely overtaken him and that he was strong enough, both mentally and physically, to control himself. You hoped that one day he could go back to being the toon he once was, but for now, it was your duty to care for him.

“Let’s see if we can find something we can both wear to match!” you offered, hoping to lift his spirits with something he enjoyed.

No matter how long it took for all your friends to return to how they once were, as long as you had Glisten by your side, with his mind still intact, everything would be okay.

You had each other.

[blueberries-dw-au]

Looey, Blueberries AU past and present designs

Headcanon: Looey is a deer balloon animal and is Poppy's cousin!

Give the fic a read so far!

!!THIS IS A HEADCANON HEAVY AU/FIC!!