woah what yay its bob its chez's oc woah coolio ALSO DISCLAIMER I WROTE MOST OF THE FIRST HALF A LITTLE WHILE AGO SO THE WRITING STYLES MAY BE A BIT DIFFERENT MY BAD </3 [Chapter 0.5 - Bob] Bob was used to being alone and unwanted. It was like second nature to him. Sure, the death stares and disgusted glances were kind of… depressing, but they were all valid. Who /would/ like a mute clay elephant with a staring problem? Goob created him, and creators don’t count, since they’re obligated to love whatever thing they created. Flutter liked him because she could tell him things she wouldn’t even tell Gigi, and that was about it. Even Dandy was somewhat terrified. So after the Ichor Operation went down and everyone struggled to survive their friends who hadn’t survived themselves, all the “Toon” could do was wander. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, as safety wasn’t a necessity for him. Both Toons and Twisteds alike found him too weird to be truly interested... Well, Goob and Flutter might’ve been exceptions, the two Toons that were his best friends before the incident. Their Twisteds seemed to... recognize him? If Twisteds even had memories of their “past lives,” which he doubted. Anyway, he stayed around them for a while, still unsure of what exactly they were searching for, but at least he wasn’t alone. Of course, that was until Shelly and Sprout came. Did they not see him? Or did they not care? Probably the latter, but he didn’t know for sure, and he didn't understand either. He would have helped if they had just told him what they were doing, but they didn’t, so all he could do was watch as they struggled to do whatever it was they were doing. 'Talk about being ignored.' Bob's mind muttered, but he pushed the negative thought away before it could get worse. Shelly and Sprout ran away with two test tubes of Goob and Flutter’s ichor, and everything was back to normal. The usual silence took over them. The wandering.. It got a bit repetitive, sure, but it was peaceful. Bob knew many things. It was ironic how the one Toon cursed with practically complete silence possibly knew more than Dandy himself. When Goob made him, he definitely didn’t make this intentional, so the “Toon” wasn’t exactly sure what the purpose behind it was, but he didn’t argue. It was close to impossible for him *to* argue. One of the many things included in his massive library of knowledge was that Twisteds didn’t need to rest. Neither did Toons, but for them, it was at least relaxing. Sleeping for Twisteds wasn’t exactly painful, but it wasn’t the most comfortable thing in Gardenview either. The ichor made lying down uncomfortable, especially for longer periods of time. Which is why he started to get worried after what felt like hours with Goob and Flutter still resting. Why did they even stop? To be honest, Bob couldn’t really remember. He wished he had the memory of a real elephant; maybe what happened would give him answers as to why he had to abandon his two best friends. He didn’t want to, but his curiosity got the best of him after hearing commotion nearby. After carefully approaching the sound, he learned that it came from Bobette’s little group, Rudie, Ginger, and… Coal? But, Coal was Twisted. How was she not attacking them? And why was Bobette *riding* her? 'She must’ve learned how to calm Twisteds. To.. tame them, in a way.' Bob guessed as he approached them, hiding behind boxes until he was almost right next to them. “This seems like a nice place to set up camp, hm?” Bobette grinned, but it looked.. unusual. Rudie and Ginger simply nodded in response. “Coal, do you mind sniffing out any nearby Twisteds, please? Don’t wanna get attacked in our sleep, do we?” She chuckled, and the other two followed suit, albeit much less seriously and a lot more awkward, forced. The Twisted gave her owner a deep bark and slowly turned, walking straight past Bob and toward.. Goob and Flutter! What would she do to them? Kill them? No, she wouldn’t. She would know just as well as he knew that Twisteds' resting wasn’t normal and leave them alone… hopefully. [this is the first half where the writing's bad the rest is the okay part] To say the next few minutes were unexpected would be quite an understatement. How was he supposed to know that Coal went crazy during blackouts? It was nothing but illogical that a literal dog made of rock, albeit practically infused with ichor, would turn into a beast arguably more horrifying than Pebble when the lights turned off. So, when Coal returned from her hopefully unsuccessful hunt, the elephant was terrified, the lights flickered off, and Coal nearly doubled in size. It seemed like a painful experience, her half-ichor, half-rock legs cracking and her tail getting the same treatment, and her body continued to do that until she looked a little smaller than Twisted Pebble, though she didn’t appear to be in much pain.
Her eyes glowed a bright, menacing red as she let out a low, rumbling growl, the ichor gurgling in her throat as she did so (how would a rock dog have a throat, though?). Bobette seemed unfazed, like this was an everyday occurrence. Maybe it was for wherever they stayed before moving to this place. “Perfect! Just the event we needed for our situation, huh?” He wasn’t sure if Bobette was talking to Ginger and Rudie, Coal, or just herself. The newly buffed Twisted seemed to bob her head in agreement before freezing in place, with Bob doing the same thing. He watched her glowing eyes narrow and quickly shift to meet his, making him jump and shift to where his back was pressed against the box, though he knew that wouldn’t do much. ‘This is about to be bad.’ And that’s how he managed to get himself locked in a damp old box that smelled of old, dried ichor. He wondered if it had once held another Toon like him, if you could even call him that. While he was still a Toon, he wasn’t made of the same things the others were, which he once thought was a bad thing, but in this situation, he supposed it was a good thing. Though perhaps it wasn’t, because before he was stuffed in a box, Bobette had attempted to… remove him various times. Why was something Bob wondered constantly. Perhaps she was just getting her anger out on something she knew couldn’t feel pain. Or maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t Bobette at all. No, that’s absurd. If she isn’t Bobette, then who is she? An imposter? A clone? But Bobette wasn’t usually like that. Usually, she was kind and caring, and whatever personality traits a Toon had to have to be accepted into their little group. Besides Shrimpo, of course, but that’s beside the point. He thought about many things in his time inside the box. Did Goob and Flutter ever wake up? Did anyone else know about him? Did anyone else /care/ about him? He could still hear things from outside, though it was mostly muffled and hard to make out. Sometimes he heard different voices other than the Christmas Toons. He remembered hearing the Easter Toons, and for a while, he heard Glisten’s voice, too. Once, he even heard Sprout’s voice, which he recognized immediately from his time with his Twisted friends. Then he heard something break. And everything else was kind of a blur. Then silence. Was anyone there anymore? Probably not, but he still hoped. The box was locked from the outside, so that’s all he could really do. He tried to squeeze his way out through the gap between the box and the lid, but his clay was too thick, so all he could do was wait and hope in the dark, lonely silence. -------------------------------- bleh okay uh YAY CHAPTER WAHOO song is a crk ost lol (stolen from nova oops) no good tn becuz yes ok you just get a sketch heheh
