[When Filbo enters his room at some point in the evening on Sunday, he'll find Zelgadis there, dressed in white from head to toe. His hood's down, for once -- it's his own room, after all.
He stands by his closet, holding his gold-hilted longsword in front of him, examining the blade in silent contemplation. Then, after a moment, he slides it back into the sheath and glances over to acknowledge Filbo.]
[Upon seeing Zelgradis in the room, Filbo's expression lights up.]
A-Ah, hi again! Guess we got assigned together! I'll...try not to get in your way.
[Truthfully Filbo had never shared a room, or even a home with someone before. This being the first time such thing happens, well, sure makes it feel like he has to be hospitable. Should probably make sure he's not a bother to the person who is going to reside in the same place than him]
[After a long night of walking around the campus and trying to put his thoughts in order, Filbo returned to the dormitories, pretty much throwing himself onto his bed. Hi, Zelgadis...]
...I see why alcohol is the theme of hell! That was a whole lot to deal with sober, huh...
[He's not one to drink very often outside of parties and the such, but certain events sure made him wish he had some]
Can't help feeling guilty about thinking that because, you know, it was to solve the murder of a kid who didn't deserve something like that at all? But...it just was such a...a weird thing. Seriously...firearm...?
[Were it any other situation, Filbo would have found it hilarious. In the context of a murder and the trial and everything? Yeah, no. As generally positive and goodhearted as Filbo is, he really is feeling kind of bitter about this all, and truthfully, he hates he feels bitter about it]
[On Wednesday night, when Filbo returns to his room, he will find some things are out of place. Any loose objects that were sitting on either of the desks or on the bookshelf are now on the floor. Small objects that were on the floor have also moved. Any bottles of bodywash, deodorant, tubes of toothpaste, towels, pens or pencils? They're just not where they should be. Heavier items appear to be unaffected, though.
Zelgadis is, perhaps unusually, already up on his spot on the top bunk, sleeping. Did he just make this mess and leave it? It's unclear.
What do you do? You could ask Zelgadis about it, but you'd have to wake him up. You could also try tidying up so you're not stepping on things in the morning, or... just go to sleep and deal with it when you're both awake.]
[This is a mess! What happened here?! Perhaps fortunately, Filbo's first instinct is to begin to tidy it up. Leave everything in its rightful place, try not to wake up Zelgadis...
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...did he do this?]
What were you thinking...?
[Either that or he came in, saw this gigantic mess, and just went to sleep without a care in the world. He's pretty sure he prefers Zelgadis did this himself, really]
[There's some stirring from the top bunk in response. It seems that was enough to wake him up.]
Hm...?
[As Filbo bends over to pick up a large pencil lying at the foot of their bunk bed... something lashes out at him! A dark shadow swipes at his hand from under the bed, then disappears into the darkness as suddenly as it appeared. It doesn't appear to do any damage, though.]
[Truthfully, it's a good assumption. Filbo looks like a bit of a mess, mostly due to the exploding cake, and although he had two good drinks already during the trial, having absolutely dreadful beer while with someone else is acceptable too. He just downs it in one gulp, shudders because of how terrible it is, and sighs]
...welp! Two trials behind us. I don't think I'll get used to this kinda stuff, really.
[A somewhat sympathetic glance at the state of the Filbo.]
... Feel free to take my share of the shampoo. I don't need it.
[As mentioned in trial today, Zel doesn't have organic hair.
Also, the bottle's probably lying on the floor somewhere anyway, thanks to him bringing a kitten into their room without so much as discussing it first.]
The sky is red, and it doesn't seem it's because it's sunset. If anything, the air on the island feels like it's around three in the morning.
Filbo and an orange grumpus who somehow looks very non-descript are running through the wilderness. Around them, there are piles of what seem to be food items, as tall as houses, and more are bursting from the ground around them. Everything looks goopy, slimy, and breaks through the soil, topping trees, cracking rocks, and generally destroying the landscape. The Bugsnax that once hid underneath the island biding their time were beginning to push the interior of the landmass upwards, to make way for their eventual exit. The food around them weren't living insects yet...but it was matter of time before it would be.
There was something highly abnormal about Filbo, too. His limbs, from the elbows and knees joint and down to the paws, had been mutated into, well, food. Three of them were chains or strawberries of abnormal size, while one of his legs was a big carrot as if it was a peg leg. His limbs are functional despite the appearance, at least...but it still is very abnormal! Filbo's buddy looks as fuzzy as a grumpus should be, no mutations whatsoever.
Despite being, well, sizable creatures that don't look made for running at all, they're trying to run down trails, slopes, bushes, everything that gets in the way, like they're in an immense hurry to get somewhere -- and how not to? Everything is clearly breaking apart, the earth trembling, a volcano in the distance is erupting, and behind them, a tall mountain is beginning to collapse.
Finally, they arrive somewhere, out of breath: a village. A half-destroyed village. Many of the wooden buildings have collapsed, probably a result from the earthquakes. Piles of foodstuff, shaped like termite nests, filled the place, having emerged from the ground. On top of a wooden plateau near the entrance of the town, there's an airship, with a deflated balloon and a pretty banged chimney. There's what...probably is a grumpus, standing beside it, just having finished fixing the chimney enough. In him, the mutations have advanced far more -- not only all limbs are different kinds of food items, bars of chocolate and marshmallows replacing what once was yellow fur. His facial features had also mutated, his nose, his teeth too...
"There they are! Where in Grump's name have you two been?" He said as soon as he saw Filbo.
"I'll explain later!" Filbo replied. There was no time for pleasantries or for trying to get others to catch up! "The Bugsnax are coming to wipe us out! We gotta get off this island now!"
"I suspected as much. Luckily, the balloon is almost ready to take flight." he informed, looking pretty smug about having been able to fix the chimney filling it with hot air.
Filbo nodded. "Great! But where's everybody?"
The answer to that was obvious once the mayor took a look from the platform and onto the town. Several grumpuses, all of them with different states of mutation, are fighting as much as they can against very large insects...insects that resemble food. The same kind of food that had caused everyone's current state -- all kinds of insects, winged, flying, crawling, some as small as Filbo's paw , others so big they could run over a human, all of them attacking Snaxburg, while everyone in the town tried to fight back the best they could. Filbo's breath caught in his throat when he saw how dire everything is.
"They're holding off the swarm as best they can! I've supplied them all with my most dangerous inventions, but that's only buy us time," the guy in the airship explained. Winning against the Bugsnax was downright impossible. The only hope of survival was to escape the island altogether.
In the end, Filbo told his companion and this inventor to go help the rest. "Leave the balloon to me!" He had said. Filbo sounded...far more confident than anyone watching this memory may remember. It was as if he had no doubt he could pull this off, which is far different to how in hell he seemed unable to muster that same confidence. He told them to go and gather the rest of the townspeople, while Filbo, having set something that seemed to be a bladed trap for any marauding Bugsnax that could approach the airship, began to work, getting as much wood as possible into the chimney. Above him, the balloon began to fill with hot air, getting ready to lift the airship when it was time. The trap Filbo set kept pulverizing any Bugsnax getting closer -- insects looking like strawberries with googly eyes, in numerous numbers, seemed tobe especially intent in reaching him, perhaps enticed by how most of his limbs were already formed by strawberries.
Happy that everything was progressing smoothly in his end, Filbo hurried to the railing of the platform, expecting to watch the dozen or so grumpuses who were the rest of the crew he was in begin to approach. What he saw was...definitely not that.
They had lost.
Filbo's expression fell and turned into dismayed horror when he saw the number of grumpuses alive were...less than half right now. There were no corpses, though. No matter how much he scanned, there were no corpses. And the reason why, was...
The Bugsnax were forcing themselves into the few surviving grumpuses' mouths. Mercilessly, the swarms of insects mimicking various foodstuffs made the few remaining grumpuses continue transforming, they looking more like food items held into the shape of a grumpus, until...there just was no way to keep it together anymore.
Their bodies, little by little, began breaking. The individual food items forming the grumpuses fell on the ground, slowly, almost as if it was meant for Filbo to watch. Almost all of them...breaking into a couple dozen things, not even leaving bones behind, or any blood. It was as if all of a sudden they all never existed. Soon all that was left was a town in ruins, with countless pieces of food strewn everywhere.
Filbo could only watch. All his efforts throughout a year to keep everyone together had only finally began to paid off a short while ago. Finally, it had seemed the rest of the group had begun to respect him. This final day he had taken into his own paws the responsibility to get them all off the island...
...and everyone died. Maybe he should have known...this couldn't have ended any other way.
After all, when Filbo Fiddlepie gets involved, things goes wrong. Why is he even shocked...?
Filbo could only watch the ruins of the town, the sound of the balloon still filling behind him, and the trap still slicing anything coming closer, being the only things that broke the silence.
...no, there was someone left. Someone alive, who had managed to come out of this unscathed and without even a single change on their body. That orange grumpus he had been with from the start of the memory. When the one only other grumpus remaining returned to the airship, all Filbo could do is say, his voice trailing off... "W...what happened...?" As if he hadn't seen it all.
The entire earth beneath them trembled. Nearby, from the ground, emerged a Bugsnak, as large as a house. It resembled an engorged watermelon, and one glance at it beginning to come out hinted that, if they didn't get going, they were dead meat. "We're leaving, now!" Filbo shouted, jumping onto the airship.
Given that Filbo Fiddlepie is currently in hell...
...one can easily guess how this escape attempt turned out.
[It takes several seconds for Filbo to respond. When he does, it's...it's completely hesitant, like he really, really would have rather nobody to see it]
...it's...something from around five or ten minutes before I died. Haha...just me failing once again, what else.
[Definitely not the trace of the confidence he displayed. The development he underwent during canon was pretty wiped by the utter failure at saving everyone]
I was in an expedition with a friend you didn't see. Those bugs, we came to figure out what we could about those. We didn't...really think we would end wiped out by them a year after arriving.
[Lately...against his better judgment...he has been getting kind of interested in the drinks. This is a bad idea. But Filbo isn't known for having great ideas 100% of the time]
[And he doesn't wanna get love potioned or something. Meanwhile I, Pazu, really hope the last week will introduce a bar where the beer has some bizarre effect.]
Honestly, same! And I kinda got a bit spooked by hearing, uh, some of the effects? But hey, maybe it's not so bad with supervision. And I kinda have grown curious after all these weeks...
[Which is why he already got the drinks but also beer, which he pushes towards Zelgadis]
[As soon as the execution is over, Filbo knows the rest of the day is going to be exclusively dedicated to sticking around with his roommate, if he wishes to. Well, even if Zelgadis rejects it, he does intend to stay around, in case he changes his mind later.
While on the ferry back, Filbo approaches]
...Zelgadis...you wanna be alone for a while? I can stay out of the bedroom for the night, if you wanna lock yourself in it or something -- but if you wanna quiet company I can stick around with you for as long as you want.
You know, if there's anything I can do for you today or...pretty much anytime, really, you can count on me. I'll do all I can for you. Just...please know that.
[It's pretty obvious Filbo has absolutely no experience really giving someone comfort during hard times, but, well, can't let that deter him, he figures]
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Weekend 0, Sunday
He stands by his closet, holding his gold-hilted longsword in front of him, examining the blade in silent contemplation. Then, after a moment, he slides it back into the sheath and glances over to acknowledge Filbo.]
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A-Ah, hi again! Guess we got assigned together! I'll...try not to get in your way.
[Truthfully Filbo had never shared a room, or even a home with someone before. This being the first time such thing happens, well, sure makes it feel like he has to be hospitable. Should probably make sure he's not a bother to the person who is going to reside in the same place than him]
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You should probably take the bottom bunk.
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[Only makes sense to take the bottom bed, really, so there he goes, sitting on it.
i feel so tempted to have it break at some point but it will depend on how merciful im feeling towards filbo i guess]
You know, I think I never caught your name back then before the whole, uh, setting fires in enclosed spaces incident. Who are you?
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Week 0 After Trial
...I see why alcohol is the theme of hell! That was a whole lot to deal with sober, huh...
[He's not one to drink very often outside of parties and the such, but certain events sure made him wish he had some]
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I feel stupider for having taken any part in that farce of a trial.
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[He sighs]
Can't help feeling guilty about thinking that because, you know, it was to solve the murder of a kid who didn't deserve something like that at all? But...it just was such a...a weird thing. Seriously...firearm...?
[Were it any other situation, Filbo would have found it hilarious. In the context of a murder and the trial and everything? Yeah, no. As generally positive and goodhearted as Filbo is, he really is feeling kind of bitter about this all, and truthfully, he hates he feels bitter about it]
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Week 1, Wednesday
Zelgadis is, perhaps unusually, already up on his spot on the top bunk, sleeping. Did he just make this mess and leave it? It's unclear.
What do you do? You could ask Zelgadis about it, but you'd have to wake him up. You could also try tidying up so you're not stepping on things in the morning, or... just go to sleep and deal with it when you're both awake.]
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[This is a mess! What happened here?! Perhaps fortunately, Filbo's first instinct is to begin to tidy it up. Leave everything in its rightful place, try not to wake up Zelgadis...
...
...did he do this?]
What were you thinking...?
[Either that or he came in, saw this gigantic mess, and just went to sleep without a care in the world. He's pretty sure he prefers Zelgadis did this himself, really]
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Hm...?
[As Filbo bends over to pick up a large pencil lying at the foot of their bunk bed... something lashes out at him! A dark shadow swipes at his hand from under the bed, then disappears into the darkness as suddenly as it appeared. It doesn't appear to do any damage, though.]
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Week 1, Saturday
Seeing Filbo, he reaches over to fill a second cup, then slides it across the counter. He'll just assume we could all use a shitty beer right now.]
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...welp! Two trials behind us. I don't think I'll get used to this kinda stuff, really.
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... Feel free to take my share of the shampoo. I don't need it.
[As mentioned in trial today, Zel doesn't have organic hair.
Also, the bottle's probably lying on the floor somewhere anyway, thanks to him bringing a kitten into their room without so much as discussing it first.]
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MEMORY SHARE * Content Warnings: Body Horror, Spoilers, Multiple Deaths
Filbo and an orange grumpus who somehow looks very non-descript are running through the wilderness. Around them, there are piles of what seem to be food items, as tall as houses, and more are bursting from the ground around them. Everything looks goopy, slimy, and breaks through the soil, topping trees, cracking rocks, and generally destroying the landscape. The Bugsnax that once hid underneath the island biding their time were beginning to push the interior of the landmass upwards, to make way for their eventual exit. The food around them weren't living insects yet...but it was matter of time before it would be.
There was something highly abnormal about Filbo, too. His limbs, from the elbows and knees joint and down to the paws, had been mutated into, well, food. Three of them were chains or strawberries of abnormal size, while one of his legs was a big carrot as if it was a peg leg. His limbs are functional despite the appearance, at least...but it still is very abnormal! Filbo's buddy looks as fuzzy as a grumpus should be, no mutations whatsoever.
Despite being, well, sizable creatures that don't look made for running at all, they're trying to run down trails, slopes, bushes, everything that gets in the way, like they're in an immense hurry to get somewhere -- and how not to? Everything is clearly breaking apart, the earth trembling, a volcano in the distance is erupting, and behind them, a tall mountain is beginning to collapse.
Finally, they arrive somewhere, out of breath: a village. A half-destroyed village. Many of the wooden buildings have collapsed, probably a result from the earthquakes. Piles of foodstuff, shaped like termite nests, filled the place, having emerged from the ground. On top of a wooden plateau near the entrance of the town, there's an airship, with a deflated balloon and a pretty banged chimney. There's what...probably is a grumpus, standing beside it, just having finished fixing the chimney enough. In him, the mutations have advanced far more -- not only all limbs are different kinds of food items, bars of chocolate and marshmallows replacing what once was yellow fur. His facial features had also mutated, his nose, his teeth too...
"There they are! Where in Grump's name have you two been?" He said as soon as he saw Filbo.
"I'll explain later!" Filbo replied. There was no time for pleasantries or for trying to get others to catch up! "The Bugsnax are coming to wipe us out! We gotta get off this island now!"
"I suspected as much. Luckily, the balloon is almost ready to take flight." he informed, looking pretty smug about having been able to fix the chimney filling it with hot air.
Filbo nodded. "Great! But where's everybody?"
The answer to that was obvious once the mayor took a look from the platform and onto the town. Several grumpuses, all of them with different states of mutation, are fighting as much as they can against very large insects...insects that resemble food. The same kind of food that had caused everyone's current state -- all kinds of insects, winged, flying, crawling, some as small as Filbo's paw , others so big they could run over a human, all of them attacking Snaxburg, while everyone in the town tried to fight back the best they could. Filbo's breath caught in his throat when he saw how dire everything is.
"They're holding off the swarm as best they can! I've supplied them all with my most dangerous inventions, but that's only buy us time," the guy in the airship explained. Winning against the Bugsnax was downright impossible. The only hope of survival was to escape the island altogether.
In the end, Filbo told his companion and this inventor to go help the rest. "Leave the balloon to me!" He had said. Filbo sounded...far more confident than anyone watching this memory may remember. It was as if he had no doubt he could pull this off, which is far different to how in hell he seemed unable to muster that same confidence. He told them to go and gather the rest of the townspeople, while Filbo, having set something that seemed to be a bladed trap for any marauding Bugsnax that could approach the airship, began to work, getting as much wood as possible into the chimney. Above him, the balloon began to fill with hot air, getting ready to lift the airship when it was time. The trap Filbo set kept pulverizing any Bugsnax getting closer -- insects looking like strawberries with googly eyes, in numerous numbers, seemed tobe especially intent in reaching him, perhaps enticed by how most of his limbs were already formed by strawberries.
Happy that everything was progressing smoothly in his end, Filbo hurried to the railing of the platform, expecting to watch the dozen or so grumpuses who were the rest of the crew he was in begin to approach. What he saw was...definitely not that.
They had lost.
Filbo's expression fell and turned into dismayed horror when he saw the number of grumpuses alive were...less than half right now. There were no corpses, though. No matter how much he scanned, there were no corpses. And the reason why, was...
The Bugsnax were forcing themselves into the few surviving grumpuses' mouths. Mercilessly, the swarms of insects mimicking various foodstuffs made the few remaining grumpuses continue transforming, they looking more like food items held into the shape of a grumpus, until...there just was no way to keep it together anymore.
Their bodies, little by little, began breaking. The individual food items forming the grumpuses fell on the ground, slowly, almost as if it was meant for Filbo to watch. Almost all of them...breaking into a couple dozen things, not even leaving bones behind, or any blood. It was as if all of a sudden they all never existed. Soon all that was left was a town in ruins, with countless pieces of food strewn everywhere.
Filbo could only watch. All his efforts throughout a year to keep everyone together had only finally began to paid off a short while ago. Finally, it had seemed the rest of the group had begun to respect him. This final day he had taken into his own paws the responsibility to get them all off the island...
...and everyone died. Maybe he should have known...this couldn't have ended any other way.
After all, when Filbo Fiddlepie gets involved, things goes wrong. Why is he even shocked...?
Filbo could only watch the ruins of the town, the sound of the balloon still filling behind him, and the trap still slicing anything coming closer, being the only things that broke the silence.
...no, there was someone left. Someone alive, who had managed to come out of this unscathed and without even a single change on their body. That orange grumpus he had been with from the start of the memory. When the one only other grumpus remaining returned to the airship, all Filbo could do is say, his voice trailing off... "W...what happened...?" As if he hadn't seen it all.
The entire earth beneath them trembled. Nearby, from the ground, emerged a Bugsnak, as large as a house. It resembled an engorged watermelon, and one glance at it beginning to come out hinted that, if they didn't get going, they were dead meat. "We're leaving, now!" Filbo shouted, jumping onto the airship.
Given that Filbo Fiddlepie is currently in hell...
...one can easily guess how this escape attempt turned out.
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What the hell did I just see...?
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...it's...something from around five or ten minutes before I died. Haha...just me failing once again, what else.
[Definitely not the trace of the confidence he displayed. The development he underwent during canon was pretty wiped by the utter failure at saving everyone]
I was in an expedition with a friend you didn't see. Those bugs, we came to figure out what we could about those. We didn't...really think we would end wiped out by them a year after arriving.
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content warning: harming one self for science
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Week 5 / Tuesday
[Lately...against his better judgment...he has been getting kind of interested in the drinks. This is a bad idea. But Filbo isn't known for having great ideas 100% of the time]
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Just the beer. I've got pretty simple tastes...
[And he doesn't wanna get love potioned or something. Meanwhile I, Pazu, really hope the last week will introduce a bar where the beer has some bizarre effect.]
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Honestly, same! And I kinda got a bit spooked by hearing, uh, some of the effects? But hey, maybe it's not so bad with supervision. And I kinda have grown curious after all these weeks...
[Which is why he already got the drinks but also beer, which he pushes towards Zelgadis]
Any idea what this bar's drinks do?
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After Week 5 Execution
While on the ferry back, Filbo approaches]
...Zelgadis...you wanna be alone for a while? I can stay out of the bedroom for the night, if you wanna lock yourself in it or something -- but if you wanna quiet company I can stick around with you for as long as you want.
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...I'm really sorry things went this way.
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... You don't have to go anywhere.
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[Filbo sighs]
You know, if there's anything I can do for you today or...pretty much anytime, really, you can count on me. I'll do all I can for you. Just...please know that.
[It's pretty obvious Filbo has absolutely no experience really giving someone comfort during hard times, but, well, can't let that deter him, he figures]
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Week 6, Saturday
Hey.
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...ah, hi.
[...after a moment he winces a bit]
Thanks for having been a decent roommate?
[Filbo stop talking as if you will be executed in five minutes and are saying last goodbyes, that's tomorrow]
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[frowning.
but he'll reach into his hood and pull out... Aqua! she mews loudly.]
Brought someone who might be better company than me, if you want it.
[he can have cat privileges for a little while tonight.]
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