Monster meeting - RP
Prison? For monsters? Shaggy was shaken by this bit of news. Oh, he knew monsters were real, that was scary but not surprising. What shook him was that someone thought he should be there.
“But, if this place is for monsters, then what -” He cut himself off as he caught sight of his own arm. It still held the same shape as his own arm, but it was now coated in a layer of what looked like dog hair, and his hand had canine claws instead of fingernails and thick, rough skin - like those of a dog’s paw pads - covering his palm and the pads of his fingers. With the mental processes stuck on a repeat of “no no no no no” his hands went up to his face, feeling more hair - dog, not beard - a bit of a snout, and pointy ears.
Memories came back to him in a flash. Going to the drive-in with Scooby-Doo, getting up to go get a refill of popcorn, getting very confused as people began freaking out around him, then chaos as the place was suddenly filled with military-looking types. They must have shot him with a tranquilizer, because he didn’t remember anything after that.
“I’m… I’m a monster.” He said, dazed. He was dimly aware of sliding down onto the floor, his fingers buried in his thankfully unchanged hair as he worried. “Is there, like, a way to fix it? Who’s going to take care of Scooby, my dog, if I have to stay here forever? Like, they didn’t just leave him at the theater, did they? What are they gonna tell my friends and family?”
Susan felt something akin to guilt weight heavy on her shoulders; the realization she had just witnessed felt very similar to her own. Her instinct was to comfort him, but she didn’t quite know how.
“I… I don’t know. I still don’t know what they told my friends and family.” Her voice was all but a whisper. She felt a wave of emotion well up inside her as she spoke, threatening to overflow at a moment’s notice. “I wish I had some good news to give you.”
She let a moment pass in silence. She shared his fear, his panic, his hopelessness… but somehow, seeing someone else go through it brought out the opposite in her. She swallowed hard, averting and realigning her gaze.
The giantess extended a hand– or rather, a finger– in a gesture of goodwill. “I’m Susan, by the way. I hope I didn’t scare you too badly.”
Shaggy gave a high-pitched, dog-like keening sound. For a moment, he allowed himself to remain curled up on the floor, paw-hands still clutching his hair in a death grip. This was a worse scenario than he had ever been in - or imagined being in - and he didn’t even have Scooby Doo to help him through it.
The sound of the giantess introducing herself with such a normal-sounding name as “Susan” broke him out of his daze. Right, she was just a normal person too. The two of them were in the same boat.
He did flinch slightly when she extended a finger towards him, until he realized that that was as close to a handshake as they could get. He gave her a sheepish smile as he accepted the gesture, silently apologetic for startling so easily.
“Shaggy Rogers.” He introduced himself. “And, like, don’t worry about scaring me. I’m, like, the biggest coward there is. I get scared by guys with sheet ghost costumes all the time.” He gave a self-deprecating chuckle, an attempt at good humor despite the circumstances.
