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"YOU CAN'T DO THAT! THAT'S NOT FAIR!" Shrimpo huffed.

"Well I did. Are you a chicken or are you gonna come?" Connie flipped her hair back.

Shrimpo growled. "SHRIMPO IS NOT A CHICKEN! I'LL MEET YOU AT YOUR STUPID SLEEPOVER!"

Connie grinned smugly. "See you there, Shrimpy." She sunk into the floor and disappeared.

"THAT'S NOT MY NAME YOU STUPID GHOST!" The crustacean stomped.

--

A few hours later.

Shrimpo packed a small bag for the stupid sleepover that stupid Connie dared him to come to. He packed a bunch of airhorns and thumbtacks to both wake up the other toons there and place the sharp objects in their sleeping bags. If he was gonna be forced to come, may as well bring some payback. He finished packing and went to meet the other toons.

The elevator door opened to the projector room, with all the other toons chatting and giggling. The other participants in the sleepover were Glisten, Rodger, Teagan, Toodles, Connie (duh), Gigi, Flutter, Goob (EW), Scraps, Blot, Brightney, Tisha, Looey, Yatta, Soulvester, and.. Finn. How awkward. And why were there so many people here?! There's no way that stupid ghost has this many friends.

"Look who finally decided to show." Connie appeared behind Shrimpo and he screamed, everyone turning their heads to him. Including Finn. Connie laughed at him.

"HEY! NOT FUNNY! AND STOP LOOKING AT ME!" He shouted. 

--

Finn, off toward the back of the room, flushed at the sight of Shrimpo. He wasn't told he would be here. Why was he here? Shrimpo hated everyone in this room. Brightney noticed Finn stirring and put a hand on his shoulder.

-- 

Connie resumed back to the center of the room and held her arms up. "Okay, everyone! Now that everyone is here, we are going to begin the first game, Seven Minutes in Heaven. And Rodger, before you say anything, Toodles isn't playing. I set her up with the Wii."

Rodger nodded.

"THAT'S A STUPID GAME! I'M NOT-" 

"Yes you are." Connie pushed Shrimpo to the center of the room, where everyone was giddy for the game, crowded around an empty bottle of pop. Everyone except for Finn, who was noticeably flustered.

"'Kay, who wants to spin first?" Connie announced.

Flutter raised her wing excitedly. She used her foot to spin the bottle. Eventually, it landed on Blot.

Flutter did something akin to a sigh, Gigi noticed. 

"Boooorrriiiinggg, spin again!" The gachapon yawned.

Blot was visibly offended by this, but they agreed anyway. Flutter spun again, and this time it landed on Connie.

"Score! Come on, Fluts." The ghost floated over to the empty closet near the elevator and pushed Flutter in with her.

Brightney started the seven minute timer, and the waiting commenced.

"THIS IS SO BORING! WHAT, WE JUST WAIT FOREVER FOR THEM?!" Shrimpo groaned. 

"Nah, Connie got us a bunch of snacks and movies to watch while we wait." Gigi answered.

Shrimpo glanced over by the projector and dove for the chips, hogging them like a pig.

"Hey! You have to share those!" Brightney scolded.

"NO!"

--

Seven minutes later

Connie and Flutter scrambled out of the closet, the butterfly's antennae slightly bent out of shape. Soulvester put his fingers to the bridge of his supposed-to-be nose at the sight, but didn't say anything.

"Awesome." Connie said nonchalantly.

"Who shall be next?" Soulvester inquired.

"Flutter will choose, since she spun last." The ghost replied. Flutter lifted a wing and thought for a moment, before pointing at Brightney.

"M-me? Oh, shucks, I guess I will." She said sheepishly. The lamp grabbed the bottle and spun it lightly. It landed on Tisha. 

Oh Qwelohqwelohqwelohqwelwhydidithavetobeherdearlordsomeonesaveme Brightney blushed deeply, swallowed the lump in her throat, and led the tissue box to the closet. Tisha followed with a deep blue flush on her face.

A few minutes later, they emerged, sweating and awkward. "Finn. Your turn." Brightney demanded.

Fuck

"O-oh, uh, uhm, can I just join Toodles with the Wii-"

"No." Brightney said sternly and nudged the bottle toward him.

The fishbowl gulped and spun it reluctantly. It spun once, twice, three times and landed on Looey. Finn breathed a sigh of relief and got up quickly, struggling to not even glance at Shrimpo.

Shrimpo, despite his own efforts, couldn't help but feel.. angry? Sad? Jealous. Jealous was the word he was looking for. Why is he jealous? That's stupid.

Looey got up and followed the fishbowl. 

The two of them came out completely unfazed. Literally nothing interesting happened. Finn just told Looey new fish puns.

"That was a boring pair. Come on, let's get something interesting! Finn, choose someone!" Connie clasped her hands together. Finn lifted a finger, thought a moment, and pointed at Blot.

The ink blob shrugged and spun it without hesitation. It spun for a bit, then slowed and landed on Yatta. The piñata jumped up and hurriedly lept toward the closet, but was stopped by Connie.

"Boring. You two are already around each other all the time. Blot, spin again."

Yatta sunk back to her seat and Blot spun the bottle again. Spin, spin, spin. It landed on Soulvester. Connie rolled her eyes and scoffed, but didn't protest.

As Soulvester got up, Blot bowed. ".tsrif seidaL" Soulvester skimmed past them, patting them on the head. After he entered the closet, Connie glared at Blot. They gulped and quickly caught up with Soulvester.

--

Looey stared at the closet with a feeling of sadness and jealousy. He knew Blot liked Soulvester, they talked about it with the troupe all the time. Looey still couldn't help the fact he liked them. He liked Blot a lot. Yatta was the only person he ever told about it. It kind of made the trio awkward at times, but it ultimately never got in the way of anything. Looey held back tears as everyone else watched the movie on the projector screen. Everyone but Yatta. Yatta curled her tails around the balloon's back as a gesture of comfort, trying to make sure it wasn't too obvious Looey was upset. She held her overly-energetic presence, but still made sure he was okay. 

A few minutes later, they both came back out, holding hands, before they realized everyone could see them. Quickly, they let go of each other. 

".txen og uoy ,attaY" Blot pointed at her.

Yatta jumped up. "OKIE-DOKIE!" The piñata spun the bottle with so much force it cartoonishly bounced up into the air, and Scraps caught it with her tail, forcing it to point at herself. 

"Whoops! Looks like it's me! Come on, Yattie." Scraps winked and pulled Yatta along with her, which quickly turned into Yatta pulling Scraps.

"Huh. How convenient." Rodger shrugged.

The game kept going like this, two toons went in, came out, went in, came out, until eventually Connie came out of the closet with Flutter and immediately knew who she was going to pick to spin. 

"Hmmm, eeny-meeny-miney-YOU!" The ghost pointed an extravagant finger at the angry shrimp across from her. He crossed his arms, scoffed, and spun the bottle full force.

"THIS IS STUPID" 

As Shrimpo was too busy complaining, Connie sneakily possessed the bottle and forced it to land on Finn.

"*blah blah blah*... OH HELL NO."

Finn turned a shade of deep blue and immediately started coming up with excuses as to why this should not happen.

"C-come on, guys! There's no bay this will be fin-teresting! He-He'll just yell at me the whole time!" Finn sputtered, but Brightney was already shoving him toward the closet while Gigi did the same with Shrimpo.

"HEY! DON'T TOUCH ME YOU FILTHY THEIF!" The shrimp protested, but it was too late and the closet door was already shut on them.

"So.. um.. hi." Finn awkwardly stood as far away from him as possible.

"DON'T TALK TO ME. I HATE YOU!"

The fishbowl sighed. "Look, Shrimpo, I know you read it."

"I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOA- ABOUT."

"Shore. Then why was a page missing out of my diary if you didn't?" Finn said, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"WASN'T ME." The shrimp crossed his arms and turned on his heel.

The fisherman rolled his eyes, getting irritated. "Why are you trying so hard to act like you didn't? I'm not dumb, shrimp."

"I'D BEG TO DIFFER."

Finn scoffed and sat down in the corner. A few seconds later, he spoke up again. "You aren't.. mad at me, are you?"

The shrimp glanced down for a moment. "I'M ALWAYS MAD AT YOU."

"Shrimpo."

The crustacean turned around and groaned obnoxiously. "FINE. I'M NOT MAD AT YOU. AFTER ALL, IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO RESIST SUCH A PERFECT AND AMAZING AND TERRIFIC SHRIMP SUCH AS MYSELF!"

Finn chuckled. The fishbowl could've sworn he saw Shrimpo crack a slight grin before immediately catching himself and going back to his usual furious demeanor.

"OKAY CAN WE GO BACK TO PRETENDING THAT INCIDENT NEVER HAPPENED NOW?"

The fisherman nodded quickly and they both resumed their time in comfortable silence until Connie viscously ripped the closet door open.

"Did you dumbasses not hear the timer go off? It's been ten minutes. It's someone else's turn now!"

"I AM NOT DUMB!" Shrimpo raised a fist toward the ghost, but she just sank into the floor and returned back to the crowd.

"Well, shell we get out of here?" Finn nudged his elbow against the other's.

"SHUT UP."