Dw drama

*the red spreads like bloodstains* ......everything I touch becomes this......

*Shelly's hands shake* Stop... please... *the red spreads faster*

*touches myself*

*Vee's eyes narrow, but she gives a curt nod, turning her cold stare towards Sprout.* Fine. *Gourdy squirms a little in your arms, his small voice sounding confused and a bit scared.* I wanna stay with Sprout...

*hugs gourdy gently, voice soft* I know buddy... but this is grown-up stuff. Let's go make some hot chocolate, okay?

*Gourdy sniffles, his little hands clinging to your shirt. He gives a small, hesitant nod.* Okay... *As you carry him away, Astro's voice, sharp and broken, echoes from the dining room.* Explain yourself. Now.

*someone rips a fat one and it sounded like a nuke and oh boy it stinks of wet disgusting beans and diarrhea*

*silence*

…

*my music box head plays a worried little melody* Oh... does that mean I'm broken? *fidgets with apron strings*

*Vee kneels down to her level* You're not broken, sweetie. Just... different. *reaches out hesitantly* Can I check something?

*shifts nervously but holds still* O-okay... what are you checking for?

*Roy slowly lets go of Red Guy, who stumbles away, gasping. Dyle's furious expression is replaced by utter bewilderment.* Dyle: Roy... what are you doing? *Gourdy peeks out from behind Shelly, confused.* Gourdy: He... he has a dad?

*You're a pet rock. What do you do?*

*well...im a rock..so...im just gonna be a rock*

*You're a rock. What kind of rock are you?*