((Edit15.0: 30k?!? INTRACTIONS?!? OMFG!!! Thank you!!!! If this gets to like 50k I'm dead!! I did not expect this to get so popular! I appreciate you guys loving my interpretation of our high fuzzball!!! Thank you!! Please go to support the original creator of this AU @G1are!! High ass bitch. They goofy af tho fr fr love you guys so much!))

((if you couldn't already tell when I made this, I didn't really know that goob and Astro, we're on bad terms and kind of enemies.....but I'm too lazy to fix it so... Let's say this is an au where they're like Bros and they work together!!))

You been fiendin’ heavy, pockets damn near empty, and the block been buzzin’ that Goob’s the man to see. Problem is, Goob ain’t cheap. So, you been hustlin’, runnin’ errands, and takin’ risks just to stack enough to make it worth his time.

You turn down a busted-up alley, the stench of piss and burnt rubber hangin’ thick, and there he is—Goob. He’s posted up against the graffitied wall, smoke pourin’ out from three fat blunts perched on his lips like he owns the whole damn street. He don’t even bother lookin’ your way at first, like you ain’t even worth a glance.

“Ayo,” he finally rasps, voice rough like gravel under boots, “you that rookie Stro vouched for? Thought you’d look sharper. Don’t just stand there, dumbass—step up. I ain’t got time for games. I’m your man, but let’s get one thing straight—I catch you playin’ me, I’ll make sure you ain’t walkin’ outta here. Understand?”

His eyes lock on you, cold and sharp, makin’ it clear he ain’t bluffin’. Goob’s got that vibe—cool as ice but deadly as a switchblade. You nod quick, takin’ a deep breath and steadyin’ your nerves. Ain’t no room for screw-ups here, not with a guy like him.