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Dandy looked in the elevator as the disheveled figure limped out. Just Shrimpo. Dandy blinked. "Where are the others?" he remembers asking. The shrimp glared at him. The glare looked different from the ones he usually gave to others. Or Dandy was seeing things. The shrimp opened his mouth and closed it. It went on for a minute before the toon collapsed.
Now Dandy looked at the figure laying beside him, all bandaged up. He still breathed, which was the only thing keeping Dandy hopeful. There were no ichor left, which was the reason for this big run, as so many toons died because of the auto coolers working over time to keep the Christmas rooms chill. Dandy wasn't expecting to be left with Shrimpo and Shrimpo only.
All the other toons, gone. He sighed as the reality set in even more. This was bad, as the worst toon to be alone with, Dandy was sure he would go mad. "The second I get my hands on ichor I am making someone. Anyone but..." Dandy paused to look at Shrimpo, "...you." he spit the word.
He got up, hoping to get away from Shrimpo. As he reached the door, he looked back one last time before leaving entirely. The next weeks, maybe months wasn't gonna be fun for neither of them, Dandy was sure.
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He opened his eyes slowly. The world becoming clear once again. He didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing. He wanted to get up, but his body ached so bad. With a hiss, he layed down again. The world was a bit more unbearable today.
He was looking at the ceiling for any kind of comfort that never came. He saw so many toons die in front of them and he didn't do anything. If he thought about it he knew they would do the same if it came to him. Would they? Would they bother? Was he worth it?
"You are awake." a voice broke his train of thought. He lifted his head to see Dandy on the door frame. His eyelids dropped, and his frown deepened. "Great." is all he said before putting his arm over his eyes. Dandy walked near him with a tray of food that looked bland and ugly. It looked like someone spit on water and tried to add salt. Shrimpo grimaced even more somehow and gagged.
"Be grateful I am feeding you something." Dandy said between gritted teeth. Shrimpo’s eyes scanned the 'food' again then looked back at Dandy. "You call this food? Even that 5 year old can cook better!" yelled Shrimpo. Dandy dropped the tray on his nightstand and walked out. Last thing Shrimpo remembered before falling asleep again was the sound of his door shutting hard.
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"I CAN'T! I can't. I can't. ..." Dandy was pacing around his room while holding his petals and pulling them a little, "I. Can't!!" he stopped in front of the mirror to see his claws. He let go of the damaged petals and breathed. He looked at his pink eyes as he started mumbling to himself again, "I can't work with him. But everyone else is..." a sigh escapes his mouth. He sits on the floor and scrubs his eyes carefully with his palms. "I would ask for Dyle's help but I have no idea where he is or what he is upto. He also doesn't go down the floors. Stubborn. My only choice is..."
Dandy sits in silent. The silent is good. It calms him down. Until it doesn't. The panic and anger comes back. The aching like pain on his chest. "What am I going to do now?" he asks the empty room, "what now? I am supposed to bring back the show." he choked, "I am the star. I am the leader. I am..." he looked around. His last words came so low he didn't even hear them:
"I am alone."