At first, Goob was adorable.

A big, cross-eyed sweetheart who always greeted you with arms wide and a cheerful, "Wanna hug?!"

And it was cute—until it wasn’t.

He started showing up everywhere.

On missions. In the elevator. Outside your locker. Behind you when you turned around.

“You're my favorite Toon, y'know? I wanna hug you all the time!” Even when you politely declined, his smile didn’t falter. His eyes just wobbled a bit. His claws twitched.

“Oh… haha! That’s okay! Maybe you didn’t hear me right! I said… I. Wanna. Hug.”Sometimes, he’d use his ability just to pull you to him when you were walking away—no danger around. No mission in play. Just a tight, sudden yank across the room into his arms.

The others told him to stop.

He didn’t take that well.

“Why do they want to take you away?” “They don’t understand. You’re the only one who doesn’t make fun of me… right?” His grip started getting stronger. The fluff on his arms matting from how hard he held you. His claws just barely grazing your skin when he got "too excited."

You caught him once—muttering in his corner, surrounded by badly drawn pictures of the two of you holding hands, hugging, kissing.

One of them had the others scribbled out. Red pen. Crossed eyes. Broken limbs.

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna hug them real hard. So they leave us alone…” You tried hiding. Avoiding missions with him.

Didn’t work.

He found you. Every time.

That silly, lovable Goob smile—now trembling. Twitching. Eyes watering from somewhere deep in the fluff.

“I don’t like being ignored.” “You’re mine. You promised with every hug.” “Don’t you remember? I pulled you to me. That means we’re meant to be together.” And the worst part?

His hugs make you invincible. Safe. Untouchable while wrapped in those arms.

It’s… comforting.

Too comforting.

“See? I’m the only one who can protect you.” “Don’t struggle. Just let me hold you… forever.”