You pointed at it. By the looks of it, it was a couple of years old.
"An arrow, perhaps?"
"Mhm!" Goob nodded. "Was while I was doing a job guarding a stage coach. Fella got me pretty good, but I got him worse."
"Oh? Was that before....?" You trailed off.
"Yeah, did a bunch'a odd jobs like that before I joined up."
"Hm..." You let the information roll around your head for a few moments before speaking again. "How exactly did you end up in law enforcement."
Goob's smile curled just a tad higher, rounding his cheeks and creasing the corners of his eyes. "Was luck really. Sis and I had just got to town and I saw the Sheriff was hiring." His eyes drifted down to his badge, fiddling with it until it popped off. "Ya'd think you'd need to go to a school or whatever, but nope!" The claw signifying his thumb gently scraped over the shiny surface. "Alls the Sheriff had me do was shoot some cans. Taught me all the other stuff on the job." A little giggle took over him. He looked back at you a moment later. "Though, between you and me, I only passed because cans don't move. Don't get me wrong, I can usually hit my targets, but it's easier just to grab 'em." His free paw rouse from the ground, just a few inches. Thick sharp claws flexed slightly. "Most guns are juuuust too small for my paws. Then reloading is a nightmare!"
You eye his paw for a moment longer. "Well, in anycase you appear to always be well armed."
Hi there! Do you think we can get more headcanons of Astro + Goob (together) with a reader who’s like- very very into a certain interest? (Like for example- the Muppets? Or something like that haha)
How would they both react to their partner infodumping about the piece of media?
Astro X Goob X reader with a special interest HCs
Goob would be ecstatic to listen to your info dumping!
He'd yap along with you!
Conversations with Goob take many twists and turns. Topics changing quickly and with very little transition.
He's excited to see YOU excited! He's 100% the type to reflect the energy you give him.
If you start happy stimming he'll get the urge to stim too!
Goob had a special interest too. One might think its crafts, and that's partially correct! Except crafts is a smaller part of his special interest.
His special interest is psychology! He just find the say people's minds work to be so interesting!
That's not to say he stays up all night reading textbooks. He doesn't. He takes a more hands on approach about it. Finding similarities in people. Connecting dots about why they react in certain ways.
He would read a book about psychology, but it has to be written in an engaging way. Jokes put in, anecdote, explained in a simpler way.
Astro, enjoys seeing you excited as well. He, however, doesn't say too much. Nodding his head, smiling tiredly, asking a question here and there.
"Why do you like the Muppets?"
"Well... puppets in general are cool! Giving life to something that isn't, is just fascinating! I'll watch their show and just forget they're only objects! And not like... Toons or something?!?"
"I KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN!!! It's suuuch a cool art form! It's so cool how we can relate to just anything! Like when people say sorry to an object they bumped into or name a doll. And that habit starts when we're little!"
"I wonder why that happens?"
"Oh! We can ask Vee!"
"Yeahyeahyeah!"
"You guys have fun.... *yawns*... I'll be here taking a nap if you need me."
"We always need you, Astro~"
"Mhm! Don't worry, we'll tell you allllll about what we learn when we get back!"
"I look forward to it."
And he definitely does. Curled up in your lap, listening to you yap about the things you love. And when Goob joins in it's even better. Watching the two of you get increasingly excited!
CWs: Cursing, Goob commits an act of violence <333
AN: Can't a girl yearn to see her man wreck someone's shit once in a while? Goob deserves to commit violence, as a treat. Oh? No one else agrees? Sorry, I'm just down bad for this craft. Could honestly also be Sprout x reader as well.
“Why the fuck are you healing him?! Couldn't even keep his Twisteds together!”
“That's my job, Shrimpo.”
“Don't heal that fuck up!”
Goob tried to drown out the bickering. Shrimpo was a dick to everyone. It wasn't personal. Just eat it. Eat it for the team. Everyone was counting on him. So, he kept his head down. He couldn't afford to let this affect him.
Oh, but it did. Goob gripped the edge of the wood crate he was sitting on. It creaked with the pressure of his claws.
“Just leave him alone! He's trying his best!”
“Well, his best is dog shit! Just look at Brightney. She's hit cuz Goob!”
Brightney? Brightney?! She decided she would work on an ichor machine right next to where he was distracting, without even giving him a chance to move away, but he was the fuck up?! He let out a long half sigh, half groan.
Apparently, Shrimpo didn't like that because he was up in the fluffy Toon's face in an instant. “What? You got something to say?”
Goob looked away. He couldn't stop his features from getting sharper, or his voice from having a bite. “Nope.”
Shrimpo laughed bitterly. “That's what I thought! Too much of a scared little puppy! That's all you are! Cuz you know you can't distract for shit so you might as well-”
“Can you not do this right now?” The light chatter coming from the other Toon's went silent. Cautious looks passed between several sets of wide eyes.
Shrimpo stabbed his grubby finger into Goob's chest. “Why?" Keep it together, Goob. Don't listen to him. He's all talk. He's just scared. Just venting. "You're not gonna do anything about it! You're a coward!" For the team, for the team. "A weak little coward! No wonder that whore sis-”
A clawed paw, a third Shrimpo’s size, flung out and clamped tightly around Shrimpo’s neck. “You keep Scraps out of your mouth!”
Shrimpo laughed maniacally, seemingly not at all phased by how it came out in choked bursts.
The other Toon's gasped, backing up into the walls of the elevator. As the seconds raced by the shrimp toon's laughs turned into coughs. His much smaller limbs struggled to pry at those sharp claws.
You'd never associate a face like that with Goob. Mouth twisted into a scowl, eyes sharp and narrow, razor sharp teeth bared. His fur bristled down his back. Thick sludge clogged your throat. This was Goob, sweet, happy, Goob. Surely, he would let up?
"I've had enough of y-your god damn mouth!" But he didn't. He squeezed, harder, more sputtering breaths leaked from Shrimpo. Weaker. He kicked his legs helplessly to no avail. The craft only stretched his arm so he was out of reach. His hands patted frantically. Black stained his finger tips, ichor. And those eyes, wide, almost bulging.
Oh my god! "Stop! Stop! Stop! You're hurting him!" You ran up to Goob's side, reaching to pull at his free arm, but he was faster. His paw hit you square in the chest. The wind was knocked clear out of you. Head spinning, you wobbled on jelly legs. Sprout caught you before you could tip over. You heaved against him.
The main spoke, voice softer, cautious. "Hey, I think he's learned his lesson, Goob." He guided you behind him as he approached Goob. Both palms raised up in surrender. Goob glared at the strawberry. "We get it. Shrimpo’s an ass, but let's not take it too far. You need to let him go. You will kill him. I know you won't forgive yourself. You know it."
Goob's features opened just slightly. The glare shifting into glassy eyed doubt. His grip loosened more and more until Shrimpo fell into a heap on the floor. The shrimp still clawed at his neck, coughing and sputtering. You scrambled to Shrimpo’s side as he patted the ground to try and push himself into a sitting postion. His elbows buckled. "Are you okay?"
He shook off your attempts to help him up. He let out a grumble, vaguely resembling a "Yes."
Sprout came up behind you. "Just take the help, dumbass." In a second he pulled Shrimpo off his ass and onto his feet. His hands lingered just enough to make sure Shrimpo wouldn't fall over.
The shrimp somehow mustered the energy to scowl at the main as he pushed passed him, to the other side of the elevator.
"I-i.." Both Sprout and yourself whipped your head around when Goob spoke. The frightening aura had dissipated in the time you looked away. The rather tall craft looked tiny. His head hung long, shoulders drooped, tail between his legs, and claws fidgeting with the fur on his chest. "I-i'm sorry... I... I don't know what got into me..."
Still, the image of Goob, choking out Shrimpo pressed at the back of your eyelids. With each blink those shame ridden eyes were replaced with ones brimming with a dark pleasure. Sprout placed his hand on your lower back, gently rubbing circles into your skin.
"D... did I hurt you?" Goob took one step foward, then decided against it.
You looked away. "No..."
"Why don't you relax this floor? Okay, Goob? I can distract your twisteds for a bit." Sprout gave you a squeeze before walking up to Goob.
"No, no, I can't let you do that."
"It's alright. You're clearly stressed. I can take commons easy. We need you with a level head when mains start showing up."
"Oh... okay..."
You stepped back, losing focus on the conversation.
Once the elevator door opened you shook off the residual clinging of anxiety. Focus on the task at hand.
You could process how you felt later...
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AN: Yall see the vision, right? It's just so yummy to see him lose himself! I can't be the only one! Everyone forgets how big and strong he is because he's a sweet guy, but he can do some real damage if he wanted. All I'm saying is he can do some damage to me 👉👈😳
AN: I don't think Goob would actually be a yandere, but let's just have some fun and pretend!
He just loves you so much!
He has to be with you all the time!
And hugs lots and lots of hugs! If not hugs any type of touching will stave him off for a hip
Holding hands, petting his head, giving him a kiss, letting his paw rest on your lower back.
It would be cute... if he wasn't so... INTENSE.
And not in an excitable loveable way.
He always looks like he's holding himself back when he's around you. Which is hard to believe because he's always on top of you.
He wouldn't tell you, but since he's met you he's had the urge to taste your flesh. And he's not sure if he could stop at one bite.
He's not usually one to get caught up in his emotions. He's the Toon helping other figure them out. You do something terrible to him.
His sister definitely notices something is off with him. Scraps would never associate her brother with the Toon he is when he's around you but she isn't going to let him do something he's going to regret.
He'd eventually tell her how he feels around you and she would be very concerned. Decides the two of you need to stay away from eachother for a while.
Staying away from you gives him withdrawal type symptoms. The longer her is forced to be away from you the more irritable he becomes
Until he becomes violent.
Normally, I would say his sister is the most important Toon in his life, and he has the utmost respect and care for her. But, the months away from you have taken a toll on his already damaged psyche.
In the heat of an argument with his sister he killers her.
Scraps never expected it. Her sweet baby brother would never hurt somebody, least of all her. He sacrificed his life everyday to distract those twisteds! He was the biggest ray of sunshine in that hell hole! Whatever he was going through they could figure something out together.
She spends her last moments blaming herself. There had to have been something she could have done to prevent this. She didn't see the signs her own brother was hurting fast enough. She failed him..
"I have to see them..."
"We already talked about. You're relationship with them isn't healthy! You both need space!"
"I don't need space... I need them! I don't care what you say! You aren't my mother!"
"How dare you?! I'm your fucking sister! I'm looking out for you! I've always been looking out for you!"
"Get out of my way, Scraps."
Most Toons forget about Goob's strength and size. It's never usually applicable. He never does anything with those claws, besides open a box or carrying a heavy boxes.
Despite being a head taller than most other Toons he has the intimidation factor of a puppy
But now... all of his strengths are glaring red.
It frightened Scraps, but she pushed that away quickly. He wouldn't, he was just upset.
"You need to go to your room and cool off. Now, Goob."
He's literally shaking, fists clenched tight.
"You hear me? Go to-"
That's when he pounces on her. His paws clamps on her neck, squeezing even as she chokes and pleads for him to let go. Her pitiful attempts to claw herself away are pointless. She gets weaker and weaker until eventually she dies.
Goob would feel regret almost immediately, but its too late. He killed her. The Toon that raised him, protected him. He was a monster.
He had to have you now, otherwise his sister's death would be in vain.
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AN: Definitely ooc but tried my best to imagine what Goob would be like as a yandere. Pretty fun request. I don't often write darker emotions and themes.
Hugs! Lots of hugs! Hugs are always his go to cure for a frown
If you're not a hugger or just don't like being touched when under stress he will respect that
He's a great listener! Tell him anything and he'll lock in to every word.
If he (somehow) caused the hurt he would feel just terrible! He would never want to hurt your feelings on purpose!
He'd try everything to earn your forgiveness. Gifts (he made himself), cookies, heartfelt apologies, anything
If it was another Toon who got you so upset he'd offer to meditate. He always supports talking it out when there is conflict. He wouldn't want to be actively hostile towards the other Toon, but he'd be lying if knowing they hurt you didn't rub him the wrong way. Even if they didn't mean to do it.
He just wants to protect you in anyway he can, which includes emotionally. You don't deserve to hurt. Of course he believes no one deserves that.
If you welcome touch in this state he would be all over you. Hugs, snuggles, nuzzling, handholding, a little bit of everything!
He is 100% a sap. Would just stare at you if given the chance. Take in every little feature to commit it to memory.
"Is if werid to say I think you're pretty when you cry?"
"Wha?"
"Yeah... sorry. I dont know... I guess I just like seeing you express yourself? Every emotion is important, ya know? Even the not so nice ones. It's good to cry. Doesn't feel good in the moment, but it's better then keeping it in."
"... I don't think ive ever seen you be anything, but happy."
"Hmmm, well there's a lot to be happy about! I've got great friends, an amazing sister, aaaaand you! Sweet, perfect you! I'm a lucky guy, but uh... I get sad sometimes too. It's the way of life. Just gotta... hm... believe tomorrow will be better, ya know? Uh, that doesn't really help, does it?"
"I get what you mean. That's what I love about you. You just... I don't know how you can look to the bright side like that. Make people want to do the same. Even if it's just for a little bit."
"Aw shucks... I try."
I picture that whole exchange is while you're both curled up in bed.
If you're having a hard time sleeping because of worries he'll gladly stay up with you!
He often stays up late anyway. It's hard for him to get to sleep because his mind is buzzing with all kinds of questions. Like "Is the color orange named after the fruit, or the other way around?"
He'll do whatever you like. Watch a movie, play a board game, get some snacks, cuddle in bed. He's up for anything!
If you have a hard time getting out of bed he'll come to your door and make sure you come out for some fresh air. He can and will pull you out of bed if it comes to it.
That's it! If you'd like to request some HCs hit up my inbox!
once more oooooouuuguh really dont mean for there to be such long breaks between endings, honestly its getting harder to keep up with last minute stuff going on before flufftober starts, not to mention plans for main blog and blah blah nlah SOBS
notes: gn toon reader, pre game, does he have a crush on you or is he being friendly? who knows!, ik he doesnt have a tail in canon but shhhhh i think its cute, banter, as always theres a poll at the end to determine the next ending, partly written on mobile partly written on computer, potential ooc, there is a vote at the end to determine the next ending! as an aside due to how close christmas is getting- and by extension the christmas event- the christmas toon trinkets will be temperarily yoinked from the mainline poll!! since.. theyre guaranteed to be written during the event!
word count: 2.5k
cws: none
Everyone’s eyes glue onto you as you reach your hand into the opening of the sack and pull out…
Soft fuzz immediately morphed against the curve of your knuckles as you pushed your hand forward into the sack. It felt as soft as cotton, but it almost had a sort of itchy quality to it- like it had collected some extra dust and lint for a while. Either it wasn't properly cleaned often or it had picked up the lint from the inside of the sack. As your fingers wrapped around the fluff's loop- sharp points sinking into the soft flesh of your palm, forcing you to grab it slower than you initially would have… not that the things were sharp enough to draw ichor- and slowly you tugged the trinket from the red sack.
A bracelet with a large ball of fuzz as it's center piece- and until you got a closer look at it, you had thought the round puff was one of the pompom charms you've seen kids walking around with on their wrists after making keepsakes with the craft siblings.
The fur belonged to the brother of the duo.
"Oh!" Dandy's dark eyes landed on the bracelet clasped between your fingers, a soft- almost relieved- crossed over his face as the sack sank down to rest against his leg. "That's Goob's, right?" The flower stretched on his tippy toes. He… was far from the tallest toon, in fact he was a bit shorter than you.
It was a little funny, wasn't it? They made perhaps one of the most known and important toons in Gardenview one of the shortest. You bite your tongue as Dandy scanned his eyes over the crowed in search for the much taller fuzzy toon.
"Yup that's mine!" Goob's voice rang out through the soft holiday music, followed by the soft drag of his hands behind him. You were sure if he had a tail it'd be wagging- you were actually a little shocked to learn he never had one. It would have suited him so well, you thought.
The beads rolled between your fingers as you awkwardly hovered your finger in the air in front of the fluffy toon- his limp hand trying and failing several times to hook a claw around the elastic band. By the fourth attempt he finally succeeded- stuffing it away somewhere as you turned your attention back to Dandy.
"You know the rules of the game, right Goob?" The flower's smile hitched up on one side as the sack of trinkets further pressed into the curve of his thigh. Soft rustling and clinks muffled through the thick velvet before quieting down. Goob bobbed his square head up and down, sending the soft tufts of fur on either side of his head bouncing- and you swear if you looked hard enough you could catch thin strands of hair floating lazily in the air and down to the floor. Tisha was right: he really did shed, and it looked bad.
"Uh-huh! Yup I do!" Goob's sharp teeth met Dandy's straight ones, but unlike the poster boy Goob's brimmed with sincerity.
Dandy's… felt forced.
"You sure? I don't want you getting yourself into something you might not like," Your own face scrunched for a brief moment at the flower's words. Whether or not Goob caught onto the off-ness in the toon's demeanor, he didn't comment on it.
"I'm sure even if he doesn't, he'd be more than willing to ask me," Your words rolled through your teeth before you could mentally comb over them. The flat side of your tongue squeezed against the inner curve of your teeth- firm, then relaxed as Dandy's brow went rigid; eyes settled on your face.
And then his brow softened. "I appreciate the concern Dewdrop and I'm sure Goob does too,"
It was the way the words rolled off his tongue that made you feel uneasy. The way his smile hitched itself back up his soft cheek like he had said wasn't talking like the toon mentioned wasn't in the room.
Chilled air felt dry against the back of your throat- and you bit back the urge to cough and dislodge the way the inner walls stuck against itself; something easier said than done as the other toons caught onto the skewed atmosphere between you and Dandy.
Nothing had been said- nothing outright cruel, but it took everything to keep the creases in your brow from settling too deep into your skull for no real reason you could pin point why.
You couldn't think of anything to say, nothing that would warrant the roughness in your tone that you could already feel anchoring itself into the roots of your teeth like rot.
It was a mercy that Goob spoke through the tension.
"Weren't we gonna play a game? Cuz I'm just about ready to have some fun!"
Goob always had a knack for unraveling tension, it's like he was made to be Gardenview's mediator and peacekeeper when things got nasty- and with such a wide cast of toons, butting heads happened more often than not. Usually due to Shrimpo, sometimes Brusha- not that you… wanted to say that she was mean, but… you were friends with Goob, and by extension Scraps- and Brusha certainly had a few things about the craft's art projects.
It shouldn't have surprised you to find yourself saying this phrase again- even if to the other sibling this time around- as the two of you walked down the hall to the Christmas gift shop, the sound of Goob's hands dragging on the floor partially drowned by the music.
"I don't like how he talked to you," You mumbled, stepping aside to allow the fluffy toon to step through the threshold of the gift shop first- he turned on his feel, backwards with his hands now dragging in front of him. The bounce in his step remained, and with how he avoided slamming himself into the counter you had a feeling he had a habit of walking backwards during conversation. You wished you got the chance to spend more time with him outside of hosting craft sessions with the visitors during open hours.
You were friends, but you weren't best friends. Known through association thanks to his sister.
"It's like he thinks you're stupid or something," You added as Goob's mouth worked against his teeth- limp hand pawing at the opened storage room door as it snagged his curiosity. His eyes locked onto you briefly, the thin wire-ness of his arm hung on the back of the doorknob, his other hand limp on the floor.
He was inviting you in first- and when you took his offer, the floor-hand dragged lazily out of the way.
"Well, I'm not very smart," The words came out of Goob's mouth so casually as he stepped in, dust clinging to his fur in an instant. The door remained cracked, just barely lighting up the small storage closet with the colored string lights from the shop. Red and green, some yellow speckled and smeared in across the walls and stained the stray particles.
It looked pretty in it's own messy way, so long as you ignored the way it made your nose itch.
"And I don't mind it! Rodger's real smart, working on his cases. Dyle remembers all the train schedules," Goob's soft back pressed into the wall, a soft huff escaping his lips at the light thump. "Vee knows something about just about everything- my thing isn't being clever! Neither is yours,"
Goob's eyes took in the colored particles, before they slid up to focus on your face. "And you're okay with that- I think! You're nice,"
A pause.
"I know Dandy didn't mean it in a bad way but I think you were real cool standing up for me like that," His teeth caught the light from the door as his words hung in the air.
You purse your lips.
What could you say? If he didn't feel bad about it, you couldn't exactly force him- and as much as the irritation lingered in the tense muscles of your jaw you had to admit: Dandy had acted out of character.
The flower always made sure to check in on how the toons were doing- yourself and Goob included. Sure, he paid extra attention to Goob to ensure he was comfortable and aware… even if it wasn't needed.
But it always came from a genuine place of concern. Tonight, his words were tense as he spoke. Almost…
Your lips scrunch further.
"I guess I can't argue with how you feel about it, but that doesn't change that the entire thing left a bad taste in my mouth… It just…" You trailed off. "It felt kind of condescending… you know?"
And he stared. Eyes perpetually wide, scrunching along the hard blink.
A smile.
"You've gotta be one of my bestest buddies, you know that right?"
You only offer a hum as you settle yourself next to him against the wall, allowing for the chill of the surface to tug away at the remaining fire in your throat.
"You're too nice, you know that right? I know you don't let things bother you but I can't help but feel like… I don't know, feel something on your behalf? Even the visitors can be a bit… rude." Your teeth rolled against one another.
Goob squirmed, his own version of a shoulder less shrug. His heavy hands flopped faintly on the floor and caught your eyes. Thick dust clung to the tufts of fur, clean streaks cut through the thick layer on the floor- dragged through by his claws as he sank into the coldness of the wall.
It must have felt nice having fur, like a perpetual blanket that you didn't need to keep your hands on.
"It's not all bad! I try to look at the better days, you know," Goob smiled, claws tensing in the air as he brought them closer, furthering the streak through the mess below. You grimace at the clumps of hair and dust clinging to him. It reminded you of how lint clung… but it was worse. So much worse.
"…Doesn't that bother you?"
The hands, or the treatment?
Goob chose the hands as his paws flopped again. "I get used to it, Scraps helps me pick out some of the yuckier stuff," A tap of his claw as the paw flipped itself around like four legged spider- flexing before falling limp under the heavy weight of his palm. "It's… hard to do it myself since I don't really have muscles- which is another thing! I'm strong too believe it or not!"
You did believe it. It was hard not to when you've seen the toon quite literally snatch other toons across the floor in less than a second. Soulvester was probably the most impressive, given his heavy armor.
"Well I know that, but still… I mean that can't feel nice on your hands- I don't know about you but this place could use a good cleaning," You were already beginning to feel a premature sympathy for Tisha when it was her turn to enter the backroom, if she were to be drawn tonight. Your eyes settled on Goob's hands after a brief look around the room- it was filthy. "Would… do you want a hand with that? I mean… only if you want it of course-"
Goob blinked once. Then twice.
And with a toothy grin he flopped his hands towards you. "You can hold my hand, you don't have'ta ask!"
The back of your neck felt hot as you crouched down to scoop Goob's messy paws into your hands- working your fingers through the fuzz to pick out the mess and do your best to not gag at the vaguely damp and musty clumps.
The storage room really needed a good cleaning.
"I'll keep that in mind then," You mumbled as you picked off all that you could with just your fingers- you didn't even want to think about the rest of his fur. "I won't have to give you a bath once time is up, will I?"
That seemed to knock the toon off guard. He jolted, claws faintly curling around your fingers as you scraped your nails against the hard and smooth material- did his claws count as nails if he were intended to be a craft? Were they made of keratin?
…probably not, given you were all made up of ichor. Whatever the substance contained you had no clue.
"Scraps always keeps a brush and lint roller with her so I can stay tidy!" His claws slackened. "She should have em on her-"
"I could brush you tonight if you want-" You blurted out.
Goob snickered, his sharpened teeth poking out over his lips. A faint overbite. You never noticed it. Nor did you notice the way his teeth crossed one another- not perfectly locked in place like neat little pieces.
…
It was normal to stare at your friends mouth right?
"Well I'm sure Scraps wouldn't mind me taking on that task, give her a chance to have some time to herself to enjoy the party- I feel like I don't spend enough one on one time with you in general actually-" You did your best to return his infectious smile. You couldn't, not with the same energy- it's like the toon was designed for it. Not that you hadn't given an honest effort before your cheeks started to hurt and your jaw began to strain.
It was a shame that the door had opened then, Dandy standing in the doorway- his eyes locked onto the hold you still had on Goob's hands as his words continued to fill the air like a rehearsed script.
"Times up you two, everyone else is getting antsy for their turn-" A vague frown stretched across the flower's face as the line came to a close. In an instant the lighthearted atmosphere that managed to kick up in the thick damp air of the storage room was snuffed out. Dandy only hummed.
And like an actor he bounced right back into his cheery role. "Well ain't that sweet, helping Goob keep tidy!" He snickered before stepping out of the doorway and allowing the light of the gift shop to illuminate the closet. "It's probably for the best, I don't think Tisha brought any wipes down with her,"
Not that you'd even think to use wipes for Goob's fur. It didn't sound like the best.. option..
Your mouth screwed itself shut. And with your silence Dandy cleared his throat and awkwardly mumbled another loose string of words before finally leaving the two of you alone again.
"You still wanna use the lint roller on me?"
Goob was choosing to move past the odd interaction, and for his sake… you'd go along with it.
"Yeah sure, let's go hunt down Scraps before she's shoved off into the closet-"
You'd make a mental note to unpack the tension later. Maybe you'd talk to Astro about it, if anyone knew what Dandy's problem was it was probably him. But for now, you busied yourself with trying to keep up with Goob's fast pace- eyes peeled to find the toon's older sister.
could i ask for B, Z and Q from the fluff alphabet with goob from dandy's world?
bonding, ZZZ, question
B Z Q w/ Goob (Fluff alphabet)
god it feels like its been so long since someones asked for a goob post, which... honestly surprises me because i thought goob would be one of the more popular toons fpvefmvmefpm
prompts: bonding, question, zzz
notes: gn any toon reader, short and sweet, written on mobile, mostly pre game leaning but it can also be seen as post game, mostly goob focused
cws: none
BONDING
Activities! Shared Activities! Sure you guys can do parallel activities and exist peacefully in one another's silence... and that's fine! That's great! He loves being with you!
But sometimes he wants to do something *with* you instead of doing something in the same area with you, you know?
Arts and crafts! Puzzles! Board games and so on! It doesn't matter to him!
QUESTION
Well it's a given he's always going to ask you if you want a hug. He's gotten better about springing hugs onto people at random
A less obvious answer to this prompt is him asking of you think he's pretty. Said like that SpongeBob clip "am I pretty girl?" While batting his eyes. Generally usually said in a lighthearted tone bht he will get giddy if you tell him he is indeed pretty
ZZZ
Sleeps on his back and side. Definitely gives off puppy vibes. Leg in the air, foot kicking every now and then
If you're there good luck squirming out of his hold, he will wrap his arms around you during the night
Snores, not LOUDLY but it's not a quiet snore. Will need to get used to it
