#will squeepy ever learn that arson is bad?

[squeefishy]

please tell me about your oc >:D

I am SO glad you asked :D!

So I was originally going to like make some cool art for this but the time commitment of getting an education said no to that idea, so! Long text post! [I have finished typing this out and it's so long I'm sorry]

Ok so Squeepy! (They were originally going to have a not Silly name but Squeepy stuck and it’s too late to change it now) Squeepy lived in like a high-fantasy, sort of DND-ish world? I was originally going to use them for a campaign but that didn’t really work out……….. maybe I should tell the story of the Nightmare Campaign some day………….

Anyways Squeepy was kidnapped off of the streets at a very young age by an Evil Murder Cult. They weren’t even really a cult they were just a band of mercenaries that taught its members really fucked up things like “Only the Strong Survive” and “Murder is Fine if you’re Ridding the World of Someone who is Less Valuable Than You”. Squeepy grew up being taught that the cult were heroes working to create a better world. This was really just like… evil cult logic to justify murder but Squeepy didn’t really have a way of knowing that.

Only full members of the cult went on missions to actually murder people. The trainees sort of knew what was happening and sort of didn't. The cult was very vague about what its actual purpose was.

The cult training was like intense and traumatizing for children. The instructors were determined to create the perfect warriors without worrying about what grueling training and getting beat up every day does to a child's mental health. The training prioritized speed and stealth, so Squeepy is extremely proficient with hand-to-hand combat and small blades. The highlighter yellow hair did unfortunately hinder Squeepy's potential for stealth :(

Eventually the trainees were old enough to start going on expeditions out into the world and young Squeepy was confused by how people seemed to… hate them? The cult had a very distinctive hooded uniform, and when people saw coming they would either just glare or like run away. That didn’t make any sense! They were heroes!

At this point squeepy still didn’t know that the cult was evil. They had all of one (1) friend who kind of did though, and Squeepy slowly started realizing that maybe being in the cult wasn’t such a good thing. This friend sort of taught Squeepy actual morals (not really they were both children who had only ever been taught fucked up cult things) and for most of their lives they only had each other.

All of this came to a climax when one day while the recruits were out on an expedition to the town. A giant crashed its way into the village and destroyed a lot of things and killed a lot of people. Luckily a group of adventurers was passing through and slayed the giant, saving everyone. Squeepy watched how the people thanked the adventurers and how they treated them like real heroes. People never looked at them (cult members) that way... Squeepy learned two things that day:

1. Adventurers = heroes.

2. Heroes always protect each other.

Squeepy silently started glorifying the idea of becoming an adventurer- of traveling across the land saving people. Maybe some day, the townspeople would look at Squeepy the way they had looked at the adventurers? Squeepy was too brainwashed to really entertain this idea or act on it, though….

Over time, Squeepy's friend got more and more angry with the cult. The friend (who I will also actually flesh out at some point I swear) started talking about how the cult was wrong, and about leaving. Squeepy didn't know what to do. Their friend was pretty much their whole world, but the cult was.... good, right?

Eventually it was time for Squeepy's class of recruits to take the final test to become actual members of the cult. (Squeepy is around 20 at this point.) Nobody knew what this test actually was, only that it... changed people.

Squeepy and their friend made a promise to each other the night before the test. No matter what happened, they wouldn't become what the cult wanted. They wouldn't become monsters. Squeepy didn't really trust the cult at this point, but also didn't know anything else, so they made the promise.

The test was simple. In the room there was an instructor, and there was a man tied up. He looked scared. There was a knife in Squeepy's hand.

"Do it," the instructor said. Squeepy knew how to kill people in theory. They had never actually... done it before. This couldn't be right, could it? Heroes protected others! Squeepy was a hero! But... they didn't have a choice! People who failed this test... they didn't come back.

Squeepy passed the test. Their hands only started shaking after they were covered in blood.

Later that day, as everyone was celebrating. Squeepy was Experiencing Anguish and also couldn't find their friend. They found out that their friend had failed the test.

Squeepy managed to escape that night. They had nothing left. They had become exactly what the cult wanted them to be, and without their friend, there was nothing left keeping them there.

Now Squeepy travels the world as an adventurer. They are largely incompetent at everything, mostly because they insist on using a spear to fight because it is the exact opposite of what they were trained in at the cult, and they desperately want to be the opposite of what the cult told them. Squeepy is trying to be a hero, and save people. To try to make up for what they did.

Unfortunately the cult has left Squeepy with a very questionable moral compass. They are completely against murder, but don't really see the problem with beating people up or destruction of property. Basically just a silly goober trying to be good while also not knowing that arson is bad.

Idk how to end this but this got so so long..... thanks for giving me an excuse to just ramble on about my special little guy!