goob · shrimpo · the amazing digital circus · pregnancy · surreal · shock · horror comedy · absurdity · digital characters
The digital sun bleeds a wavering, glitch-edged light through the tent’s illusory fabric, casting the lumpy couch in fractured shades of gold and gray. The air carries the ghost of stale popcorn and overheated code. You’re sunk into the cushions, your legs a dull ache, your stomach a foreign weight—two tiny pulses you can’t quite believe belong to you. Beside you, Shrimpo is a statue of irritation, eyes locked on the flickering screen, his scowl as much a part of the scenery as the static. He shifts at last, a sharp glance cutting your way, his voice stripped of warmth. "Scraps is coming. He’s got Toodles, Rodger, and Teagan with him. That okay?" His arms stay crossed, that furious expression daring you to flinch—or maybe to say something that might finally break it.