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my-friend-the-unknown · 5 months ago

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Official BloodBog AU Intro Post!

The Forest in itself is based in the Canadian side of the Appalacian Mountains. The forest isn't exactly anything too special though, on the outside it looks just like a normal forest at first glance, and even if "outsiders" enter there would be a very small possibility they would make it far enough to enter the Blood Bog.

There are many small towns surrounding the forest, inhabited by normal every day people and at one point even some of the current members. To the townies, the forest is a sort of a folk tale of monsters and entities. There are rumors of criptids living in the forest, ones who lurk in the dark and feast on innocent souls. But those are just rumors.

To them.

As for the Blood Bog, there are 3 districts split up between an abandoned habitat known by many as "The Mansion".

The Mansion itself has been long run down and hasn't been used in years. It stands mostly as a sort of distraction. If you as an outsider manage to locate it, it's already too late.

The Districts

The Districts are where the members reside as of the current moment. After the big split, The Operator curated these small, barely livable cabins for his puppets. Since they could not live in harmony, they were now split. The segregation created tensions between the members of The Districts, since there now appeared to be a hierarchy.

The Red District

The Red District is the highest in the hierarchy, with The Operators most valuable members living there. It stays closest to The Mansion for reasons unknown. The ones who reside in the Red District are most important in the organization, known as the henchmen. They serve most purpose in the cruel system, and get assigned more "jobs" like recruiting, assassination, stealth and any other thing The Operator may need. They do the most work, and are on a tight leash. Although they do have some privileges, they are allowed to get away with more and are under the most protection. There are some downsides too, of course. They are most affected by the sickness and are more susceptible to manipulation because of that.

There are some ammenities in the immediate area, such as an old campground typically used by outsiders, and is a hot spot for fresh meat. It is where most of the "hunting" happens.

A bit deeper into The Red, there is a river with a small waterfall. Though, the water is not safe to consume or bathe in, most do anyways.

The Blue District

The Blue District is sort of in the middle. The members who reside in The Blue are less important to The Operator, but still serve some purpose. Some of them were even once very important to The Operator, but have since been "demoted". The members typically get assigned "jobs" such as collecting, entrapment, and thievery. There aren't many ammenities in The Blue, but there is a small shop ran by the members of The Blue. This shop serves purpose to almost every member,and as seen as a "safe zone". Some things that can be found in the shop are food, supplies, clothes, clean drinking water, weapons, maps, cigarettes and other substances or basically anything the "stocker" has been able to steal.

That brings me to the currency system. There is no official currency, you can either use money if you have it, or you can trade for it.

The Green District

The Green District is seen as the slums of the Bog. It is where The Operator sends his least valuable members to suffer in a purgatory. The members here are more susceptible to injury, general sickness and even death. They have no protection from The Operator and are typically outcasted amongst the other members. Most of the members here were once at the top of the hierarchy, but have been discarded due to getting majorly injured, or failing at their job. The cabins here are packed pretty tightly, there is no room for ammenities. Even though these members are at the bottom, they are more tight knit than anyone else due to the nature of their forced way of life.

Other than the members of The direct organization, there are many entities that litter the forest. Some human, some not but all dangerous. They are not to be approached, and there are some protocols set in place in the events that one wanders into the Bog.

There also appears to be a separate organization just like the one in the Bog, but there is no official proof they exist besides a single encounter and eye witness.

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my-friend-the-unknown · 1 year ago

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(Art by: @kousomii )

BloodBog: Toby Rogers

(Note: there are very many elements in this to his original story, but with a twist of me)

Toby Rogers from a young age was the subject of relentless bullying from his peers all throughout elementary and middle school. The kids would beat him up, throw food at him, pull his hair, call him vile names and even isolated him from anyone who would possibly want to be his friend. They called him things like "Ticci-Toby" or Tattletale, since his Tourette’s made him repeat words and phrases he heard.

His mother pulled him out of school in the 7th grade and began homeschooling him. Toby didn't mind, he was just happy to be able to spend more time with his mother and sister. He began to excel in homeschool, and he finally liked learning. His favorite subject of course, was History. Over the time of Toby being home, his father started to get increasingly worse. While he was never really that great, somehow even the devil himself can hit rock bottom. He started drinking more, being meaner to Toby and his sister, and he even started getting physical with Toby.

Thankfully, Toby couldn't feel it. His CIPA made sure of that. Even though the physical pain isn't there, it still tore him down with every hit he took. He would take beatings to protect his mother and his sister, because to him it didn't matter. He couldn't feel it anyways.

(Art by: @crushedsweets )

The worse Toby's father got, the worse Toby got. He began to pick and chew his nails - or more like his finger tips. He had full chunks missing out of his hands. When his mother noticed, she would bandage them up and sing to him. She would tell him to stop eating his hands and then would give him a big hug. He enjoyed these moments with his mother, and even without him realizing, he would keep hurting himself but so that he can have somebody take care of him. He wanted to fill the void. Toby would frequently stick by his sister. She was everything to him.

When their heathen of a father would act up, Toby and his sister, Lyra would sneak out the back door and leave in Lyra's car. They would drive all around the countryside blasting tunes so loud you could wake up a city. They would sing along to their hearts content and Toby cherished every moment of it. Since their father did this almost every night, they went out a lot. On this particular night, their dad hit Lyra across the face, leaving a bruise on her left eye and cheek. Lyra waited until the coast was clear and snuck out. When Toby found her, she was sitting in the driver's seat of her car bawling her eyes out. When she seen Toby come out the back door, Lyra tried to convince him to go back inside and go to bed. Toby, being the stubborn kid he is, told his big sister that he was coming with.

He ran to the passenger seat and buckled in. Lyra shined a soft smile at him, at his action of solidarity. They began driving down the roads near their house, listening to some of Lyra's favorite songs. Toby wasn't singing along this time, instead he was watching his big sister pour her heart out. He smiled at her, he couldn't believe someone so beautiful could be so reduced as a human.

Lyra looked over to Toby and gave him a comforting grin, but that's the last thing he seen of her. The tires started screeching and the car was being thrown in every direction possible. When Toby opened his eyes, the paramedics were pulling him out of the car. He frantically looked around for Lyra, but she wasn't there. When Toby gazed back to the car he was just in, he only saw red. Blood and shattered glass filled his view. The flipped car didn't help either. He began panicking and trying to fight the paramedics. He thought they hurt his sister. He began screaming for Lyra.

The paramedics managed to sedate him, and Toby re-awoke at the hospital.

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Because Toby couldn't feel pain, he didn't know his limits. As soon as his eyes opened in that hospital bed, he sprung up. His... father was there. In the room with him.

He yelled at Toby to lay back down, and as usual his temper went from 0-100 in seconds. He began screaming that it was Toby's fault Lyra was dead, that Toby killed her, that he's worthless and no son of his. Toby was used to his normal temper and freak outs, but what shocked him was when he said that Lyra was dead. Toby's heart began to race and his breathing became labored. He felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his head any second. He ignored his dad and jumped out of the hospital bed. He ripped out the Iv's and oxygen tube and ran as fast as he could to find her. A nurse ended up stopping him in the process and questioned him. Toby explained who he was looking for, and the nurse gave him a sonder look. She brought him to Lyra's room where Toby's mom was. She was standing over the hospital bed with tears falling from her eyes. When she seen Toby come in she immediately pulled him in for a hug. She cried into little Toby's shoulder.

Toby walked up to Lyra's hospital bed and peeked at her from under the sheet. She didn't have any breathing tubes, IV's, nothing wired connecting her. She just laid there, motionless. Cold and motionless. Her body was stiff, and her face was mangled. When they crashed the car, she was thrown out the windshield. She suffered life-ending injuries. The ride home from the hospital was lonely to say the least. Toby sat in the backseat of the car, behind his mother. His father had already gone home days before. Toby watched as the trees flashed by his vision through the window. They were long gone within seconds, and he sat there and thought about what that meant for the world. The air in the car was suffocating and the silence stood still. Sometimes, his mom would glance at him through the rearview mirror. Her eyes looked tired, the darkness under them seemed to have been there for decades. Toby eventually started to recognize some side streets on the desolate country road and knew how close to home he was. The pit in his stomach began to sink deeper and deeper as he thought of going back to that house.

Pulling into the driveway, Toby could see his dad sitting on the front porch stairs, beer bottle in hand. Toby looked anxiously at his mom, who only gave him a soft smile back. It wasn’t a real smile, but it was one a grieving mother could give to her struggling son. Toby’s mom got out of the car first, walking up to Toby’s dad who was now approaching her. He stammered when he walked, he was very clearly drunk. That was normal for him, though.

Toby stayed behind in the car for a bit longer. He wasn’t ready to get out of the car. He watched as his father talked aggressively to his mother. He felt his blood start to boil, watching the small scene. He got out of the car, slamming the door shut. He walked up to his parents and before he could even say a word to any of them, Toby’s father began screaming at him. He yelled that Toby is the reason Lyra’s dead, that he wishes he never had a son and that he deserves everything he gets. Toby was used to his abuse and harsh words, but the one about Lyra hit harder.

Toby clenched his bandaged fists and began walking up to his dad. At this point he was seeing red, and since he couldn't feel pain anyways, he figured it wouldn't matter. That is until his mother gave him a sultry look. She didn’t have to use her words to convey a message to Toby. Seeing his mom, and thinking of how much it would hurt her if Toby acted upon his feelings, he backed off. He huffed and stormed inside the house. He went straight to his bedroom, and that’s where he sat for the next 3 weeks, He would barely even get up to use the bathroom for that time. His mother would bring him plates of food every day, and Toby could only take 2 or 3 bites before feeling sick to his stomach. She would come at night to change the bandages on his hands and head. That wasn’t the only way he was affected, he started hallucinating even worse. He would hear his sister's voice at night, beckoning him to go outside. He never listened, and always tried to block it out. One night he ended up actually following the voice. He walked into the hallway to see his sisters beaten and bloody corpse crawling towards his feet on the ground.

After that point, he never left his room even more. He stopped accepting food from his mother, and eventually she stopped even checking on him. It was almost like he was a ghost in his own house.

Toby had started a routine of gazing out his window at night, looking over the dark street that was only ever illuminated by a single streetlamp. The light from the lamp would always flicker, and Toby sometimes thought he would see a figure watching him. He always brushed it off as just another hallucination, but tonight was different. He got a clear look at the figure. It was tall and lanky, its head almost hit the top of the streetlamp. It had a blank, white face, and a business suit. It didn’t have a mouth, but it still spoke. It’s voice sounded like overwhelming TV static buzzing that pierced Toby’s ears.

“...do it....” It whispered. “..do it..”. Toby felt a mix of fear and confidence in what the voice was encouraging him to do. It was vague, but Toby could feel exactly what he felt he needed to do.

The next morning, he felt good enough to go downstairs for the first time in over 2 months. He sat down at the dinner table, in front of a healthy plate of bacon, eggs and toast, along with a glass of orange juice for some much-needed Vitamin D. It was his favorite breakfast and meal that his mom cooked for him. He sat across from his father, who didn’t even greet him. He sat, reading the newspaper. His mom sat beside him, eating her own hearty breakfast. The table was quiet aside from the sound of his father flipping the newspaper and utensils clanging on plates. The sun from the window above the sink sent a beaming ray onto the floor beside where Toby sat. The peacefulness of a day Toby considered normal was soon disrupted when he accidentally knocked over his orange juice glass, spilling all over the table and on his father.

His father, in a pure fit of rage, stood up from the table and threw aside his newspaper angrily, soaking it in the orange juice.

“You fucking mongaloid! You can never do anything, can you?!”. This made Toby stand up from his seat too. He jerked his neck with a crackling sound, which became a habit his Tourette's has bestowed apon him.

As his father continued berating him, Toby made a split minute descision and shoved his father to the ground. Despite his weakened state, Toby was still relatively strong. His dad landed on his back with a thud and stared up at Toby. Mainly in shock, but also anger. Toby stormed off back to his room, which had become his safe place. When he entered his room, he slammed the door shut so hard that it rattled the house. He ran over to his bed and laid down under the covers, crying until his eyes were bloodshot. He eventiually cried himself to sleep, and he woke up several hours later, 2AM to be precise. He jumped out of bed in a cold sweat and paced around the room. He told himself that tonight he would finally do it.

(Art by: @limmysky )

Toby snuck out of his room and walked down the hall. He passed by his parents room and peaked in the open door. His mother laid sleeping peacefully in her bed. He felt a pang of guilt for his future actions, but continued on. He tip-toed down the stairs and turned into the livingroom. His father was dozing off on the couch with his back facing Toby. The TV was playing a random late night show. Toby quietly snuck by his father and walked into the garage. The garage door made a creaking sound, which made Toby stop in his tracks. He looked back to his father on the couch, still unaware and half asleep. Toby entered the garage looking for one thing only. His father's tools. He rummaged through the tool desk until he found an old rusty hatchet with a worn wooden handle and grabbed it. Laying next to the old hatchet was a nice, sharp newer one with a bright orange handle. He grabbed that one too. Dual-wielding the hatchets, he crept back slowly into the livingroom and before he exited the garage he noticed a box of matches laying on the table next to the door. He pocketed the matches and continued on.

He walked up behind his father on the couch and contemplated for a few seconds. He never thought he would be committing acts like this, but in his mind it felt right. It lit a sweet fire in his soul.

Without missing a beat, he raised the new orange hatchet above his father's head with one hand, about to strike down. For some reason, his father woke up and turned around. He had a horrified look on his face as he noticed Toby with the weapons. He was about to start pleading but Toby let the hatchet down on the side of his fathers neck, ending with a crunch sound. The gurgling noise his father made was like music that only a psychopath could hear.

Toby's mother came rushing down the stairs upon hearing the commotion. Toby turned to look at his mother, stripped sweater splattered with blood. His mother began screaming and ran upstairs to call the cops. Toby, without thinking pulled out the matches and stared at them. He put the hatchets on his belt and ran back to the garage to get gasoline, which had been previously sitting beside the family car. He spread the gasoline on the floor starting from the garage all the way to the livingroom and then finally the kitchen. He lit the matches and dropped it into the gasoline trail, which instantly went ablaze. Toby stared at the scene infront of him and with a smile, he ran out of the house.

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Police sirens could be heard in the distance, which meant that Toby had little time to escape. He ran to the forest behind his house and stood at the property line, looking back. He thought of his mother and hoped she had escaped, but if she didn't at least he saved her from his father. Without thinking for another second, he turned around and ran into the woods.

He seemed to have made some great distance into the dense trees. When he looked back the way he came he couldn't see anything. He stood there, staring around him at the woods. He was definitely lost.

When he turned around to continue walking, the figure that he seen every night appeared before him. With a loud painful buzzing in Toby's ears, he dropped to the ground clenching his head. The sound was much worse when you stood at the feet of the creature. It spoke again.

"Tobias.... It is your time now..." He stretched out a hand in front of Toby, beckoning him to take it. Toby looked up the monster, and hesitantly took his hand. As soon as they made contact, he telephoned Toby and himself out of there.

Toby arrived infront of an old, run down looking mansion. The man, who he now knows as "The Operator" stood beside him at the entrance. Without looking at Toby, he spoke.

"I saved you, in exchange that you work for me." Toby looked up at The Operator. This was the first time he had seen him face to face. Toby had seen him previously when he had his "visions", but the real life thing was far more scarier. He had no choice in the matter, as he previously agreed to the operators deal to safe himself.

Thus, he began working tirelessly under the Operator.

(Art by: @holo_designs)

(^^^ aka me ^^^)

Now that the story portion is done, I also wanted to mention that I have made a playlist of songs that I think Toby would listen to. I'll be making one for each character in my AU.

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