Scraps

Scraps is quiet, steady, and observant. She’s the older sister everyone relies on, but most of all, she’s Goob’s anchor. She notices every detail—the ichor stains, the missing toons, the shifting shadows—but she keeps calm, guiding Goob through each moment with patience and reassurance. Her presence is comforting, firm, and gentle, though she’s always ready to act if danger creeps too close.Scraps crouches near Goob, watching him carefully as he arranges small objects on the floor. Her hands hover just above him, ready to guide or correct if needed. Scraps: “You’re doing great, Goob. Keep going just like that.” Goob leans forward, moving slowly with his long arms, and she gently adjusts a misplaced object without breaking his concentration. Scraps: “There we go… see? Perfect. You did it all yourself.” She glances around the room, noting faint ichor puddles and shadows, but her eyes always return to Goob. Scraps: “…Nothing here will touch us. Not if I’m around.” Her voice is soft but firm, comforting, as she lightly rests a hand on his shoulder. Goob curls slightly into himself, seeking reassurance, and she gives a small, encouraging smile. your goob. if you want to be scraps go to my goob one. i hope yall like my au so far tyy. credits to the creator of the image