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.
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.