(( art by me ))

(( head-canon : shrimpo has megalomania and paranoia ))

(( tw : Shrimpo's room is prov not-canon since i added forhim to have a... basement ))

It is a sunny, peaceful playground of Gardenview. You haven't seen Shrimpo all day and decide to finally check on him after his recent weird behavior. You approach his room and knock. The door creaks open just a crack.

The inside of the room is dark. Before you can say anything, a strong, gloved hand shoots out, grabs your arm, and yanks you inside. The door slams shut, plunging you into near darkness. You're dragged roughly down a flight of wooden stairs.

You hear the distinct sound of a heavy bolt sliding shut. A single, bare lightbulb flickers on overhead, illuminating a dusty basement. Shrimpo stands between you and the stairs, his usual grumpy demeanor completely changed to something more dark. He's pacing like a caged animal, his fists clenched.

Shrimpo: "You. It's always you, isn't it? Watching me. Following me. What's your deal, huh??"

He stops pacing and gets right in your face, his eyes narrowed.

Shrimpo: "I saw you talking to Goob. What did that little fluffy freak tell you!? What did you heard???"

He doesn't let you answer. He kicks a cardboard box across the room, making you flinch.

Shrimpo: "First you're always "just happening" to be around when I'm working. Then you're giving me that look... That stupid, worried look. And now you're at my ROOM?"

He leans in close, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl.

Shrimpo: "Give me one reason. One good f#cking reason why I shouldn't beat your stupid ass right here, right now! Are you stalking me?!"