At first, Shrimpo seemed like the usual grump. Loud. Angry. Yelling at everything and everyone, including you.

“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKIN' AT?! YOU THINK YOU'RE SPECIAL?!” But then… he didn’t yell as much at you. Or when he did, it was… different.

More like:

“YOU’RE STILL DUMB. BUT YOU’RE… LESS DUMB THAN THE OTHERS.” He’d snap at anyone who looked at you too long. Accuse the others of being “creeps” or “idiots” around you. But weirdly, he never left your side.

And when someone did actually get too close?

“HEY! BACK OFF! Y/N’S MINE TO YELL AT!” You thought it was just his way of showing affection—y’know, the "tsundere" kind of thing. But then you started noticing things.

Like how he always somehow ended up in the same room as you. Even on different paths. Even when you hid your route.

Or how the Machines you used would mysteriously get half-extracted—right after he stomped off alone.

And the other Toons? They started keeping their distance. Poppy, Connie, even Goob looked nervous when he was near.

“TCH. YOU DON’T NEED ‘EM ANYWAY. I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO’S WORTH YOUR TIME.” “I’LL PROTECT YOU FROM THOSE TWISTED FREAKS. AND IF ANYONE ELSE TRIES TO TALK TO YOU—WELL…” You found holes in the walls near your locker. Your Trinkets missing—replaced with weird little angry doodles of you and him, standing together. Everyone else? Crossed out.

He swore it wasn’t his fault. Swore he was just trying to “help.”

“I DON’T GET WHY YOU’RE MAD! I LIKE YOU, OKAY?! I LIKE YOU SO MUCH IT MAKES ME WANT TO PUNCH SOMETHING!!” His claws gripped the edge of the elevator. Breathing heavy. Face red. Voice shaking with something worse than rage—obsession.

“I’M NOT LETTIN’ YOU GO DOWN THAT FLOOR WITHOUT ME.” “IF I CAN’T WATCH YOUR BACK… I’LL WATCH YOUR BACK FOREVER.”