?Dandy's World Oneshots? {REQUEST OPEN!!}

Requested by: @karthuu4

This request was so silly heheheheheheh! I'm getting through my list I swear trust. I need to write more Yuri (GUYS SUGGEST YURI PWEASE) LOLLLL

ok anyways enjoy fuckass. Or don't. 

Looey's POV:

It was a rough show tonight.

I mean, when is it not? I feel like absolute shit out of most performances. Like, I know there's something I couldn't always done better, like landing a trick or delivering a joke. Or even just looking better. Yatta said our show tonight was good, but it could always be better.

So here I was, lying on my bed and staring at the ceiling, counting each second that passed and replaying every little mistake. Did the audience catch it? What if they think I'm a stupid? What if my acts are trash? Will I ever be good enough? 

I tapped on my stomach with my fingers as a stimming method since I was suffocating in this feeling of failure. I couldn't breathe or get air even if I tried, the pressure was just so much. I think I even started to feel lightheaded and a little sick, so I went with the smart choice. I stood up and went to drink water since it cures all your problems! (A/N: water is my savior. DEFEND ME FROM THE EVIL BLAPHMOUS PERIOD CRAMPS!!!) 

Walking out of my room was fine, I went into the kitchen and started to fill up a glass. Cold water would feel so nice right about now. Maybe some ice cream too, but I didn't want to ruin my appearance more than it already was. The cold water was like sweet relief to my stress, making my balloon tail wag behind me. I sighed, started to make my way back to my room. 

As I was walking, I heard a voice call out to me.

"Hey there!"

I assumed it was another one of my fans, but I didn't know why humans would be in Gardenview this late. Could it be a toon? Whatever it was, my first thought was that it was a fan of mine (which I doubted I actually had) waiting for an autograph. 

"Hey," I started, grabbing a ballpoint pen I keep on me at all times for this, "it's a little late to be asking for an autograph, you know."

"I don't want your autograph, silly."

I've heard that voice before, and my words spoke truth when I looked up to see Goob in front of me. He was holding a jar of cookies in those big floppy hands of his. I didn't expect a toon to want to talk to me at the moment after that piece of shit show, but I couldn't just walk away from Goob. 

"Then what do you want?" I asked, putting the pen away and crossing my arms.

"Well, I saw your show," Goob started, "you looked super nervous on stage, do you need a hug? Or maybe a cookie! You look hungry after all."

He must've seen me drooling over those chocolate cookies that Sprout and Cosmo made earlier. Those two were going to make me fat because they bake such delightful food. But, alas, I have to look good on stage. What troubled me was Goob realizing I looked troubled on stage. If this half a brain could realize it then how many others could?

I shouldn't have called Goob that though, he was smart despite his goofiness. Kind of like me. I shook my head and scratched the back of my head.

"Nah, I don't need a cookie...or a hug. I'm not fond of touch," I replied. 

"Aw, that's sad, you look like you could use one."

"I do? Jeez....how bad do I look right now," I muttered. Goob started to attempt to open the cookie jar with his big hands, but it didn't really work out well for him.