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twilightprince101 · 3 years

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Skatey Skitterlock needs to be hated.

That’s the one comforting thing to her really, the idea that because of her constant fighting people will hate her. All the scuffles, destruction and insults she spew towards the corrupt; It gives her actions a justification, giving herself an enemy to fight against and giving her a purpose to live. While she may also be driven by a desire to protect the weak, at her core hatred fueled her.

When she was a child her parents were truly rotten. They tried to sculpt her into someone she was not, into not a child but an accessory to them. Upon realizing that she acted out and became her own person, a person they hated. It felt ecstatic, fighting back against someone who gave her so much grief.

Not long after she met another who shared her plight: a neighbor, also having parents who tried to sculpt him into their own image. Bullies as well did the same, and yet despite blatant abuse nobody stood up for him. Her hatred of their idleness drove her to protect her neighbor—protect Gramble. The hatred of his parents and the bullies, even the town itself, fueled her. Drove her to push on.

She encouraged her neighbor, her friend, to do the same. Fighting back against those who had wronged them, fighting the evil in their childhood world. His joy and comfort within her presence encouraged her further, therein his own presence brought a life to her life. He gave her someone to be vulnerable with, to play with, to not fight with. With him she was discovering how to not just survive, but live. Though she was driven to fight out of hatred, she was fueled to live by Gramble.

With their drive to live on together nothing scared her. Not the bullies, not their parents, not the world. At least, she thought so.

When the day came and both got in trouble, Skatey considered taking the blame. She had enough of a reputation that they would believe she forced him to take part in the act. It would have been so, so easy. And yet, she did nothing. forcing him to bear part of the blame instead of taking it herself. She resented herself and what she had done, though that did not hurt her.

What hurt her was the fact that he did not hate her. Despite the scrutiny, the whispers, the disgust from his home, he did not hate her. They were kids, he knew their homes were rough and that she was scared. It was okay to be scared, he never stopped being so. So he didn’t hate her.

And that terrified her.

It filled a pit within her stomach full of guilt and grief for what she did to her friend. It tore her up inside out and she hated every second. She loved Gramble, protecting him gave her a purpose and made her be happy to be alive. And yet when he needed that help to prevent his life from becoming worse she did nothing. And that guilt and pain and terror was too much for her to bear.

So like a coward, she ran, unable to take responsibility for her friend’s sorrow and desperate to be hated with such an intensity once again.

She found it once again in the city. She never bothered to learn the name, growing up in such a dingey and small town all cities looked the same to her. They all towered high with metal and bricks, the powerful sneering at those below from their towers that brushed the clouds. This one was rotten as well, filled with corruption everywhere she looked and in the very air she breathed.

All of it, ripe with hatred.

She rebelled against everything. Her landlord, her boss, greedy CEO’s—anything she could fight who tried to use innocents for their own greed. She hated and became hated herself, People saw her and joined in her efforts, rebelling and reveling in the hatred of the corrupt as they smashed that which they held dear just like they destroyed her own.

She was drenched in the hatred of so many, but also with the camaraderie of her fellow rebels. They all said that they were on the side of justice, fighting for what was right and giving the corrupt their dues. It did put her at ease, to know that her actions also helped those around her, make her smile. They vowed together to not just try and survive, but live.

And while it helped, within Skatey lied their true reason: that hunger for hatred, that justification for her living, that drive to move forward out of spite. They reveled in that hatred, for it is the single constant in their chaotic and destructive lives. Even with the gratification of making a world a better place, that unending drive for hatred far outweighed her, for it was her only constant. Besides, it could never match the drive to live Gramble had given her.

And yet once again, that which the rebel craved most became her undoing. She reveled in her hatred and being hated, until it consumed her completely. She saw an ally crippled, torn down by that she loathed and her drive burned within her. She let that hatred overpower her, consume her.

Until that which she loathed could no longer be recognized.

She felt no remorse for deforming that which she loathed. It had done cruelty onto her friends, unto the world itself and she felt no pity from her actions. But the fear and horror from her comrades, that is what fueled her remorse. They stared at her with terror-filled eyes which flickered down to her bat and battered fists. They peeked around the corners of streets when in her presence, always expecting a car to turn by and throw them into the same cell as her.

She was not hated or forgiven by her friends, she was feared, which hurt far more than any weapon could ever do.

She fled once again, under the guise of protecting her allies from scrutiny but deep down she knew the truth behind her cowardice. The pit of guilt and shame that swelled within her, threatening to consume her whole and drowning out the hatred that fueled her. That which once drove her to live was turned coarsely inwards, threatening her life.

Without that hatred of others pushing her on, without that purpose for living, she was hollow. Every moment she thought to try and live her self-loathing pulled her backwards, reminding her of all the harm she did for attempting to do so. She could no longer live, but survive, until even that was not enough for her.

If she was not fighting, not hated, what else was left of her? The feeling of loathing was the only thing she’s ever truly known, and now it was all aimed inwards, she could no longer fight. If she could not fight, what else was left in life to give her a purpose?

Her mind could only think of one thing: the one person who refused to hate her, no matter what she may do.

She did not have to search for him long, a drive back home was all she needed. He had never left, until recently. Only a few questions put her on the same path he travelled down, the same boat to the same island. Skatey did not know why he went there or what awaited her, but she had already resolved herself.

She needed Gramble. Whether he hated her, forgave her or even forgot her, she needed him. She would make up for everything she has done, protect him from anything that may hurt him. Hatred towards the greedy and corrupt could no longer fuel her, as for every drop turned outwards gallons more flooded inwards. She needed to help him, make up to him, atone for everything she has done to feel anything to move forward. For if she could not, there would be nothing left.

And she feared what she would do then.

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twilightprince101 · 2 years

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Lying, see-no-evil, milky way, present!

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

Brandy: Isn't too good, usually when they're lying about something small/minor they have a habit of smiling/laughing a bit giving them away. Skatey: Decently good, though uses half-truths and other stuff more than straight up lies. If she had a tell, probably something like her increasing her grip on her bat. Bronda: Somewhat similar to Brandy, but has learned to contain it a bit more.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Brandy: This dude overworks himself when it comes to creative stuff, so they tend to lock themselves away while working both so he doesn't get bothered and so that he doesn't worry people. Skatey: When she gets really mad Skatey can sometimes go full demon mode, snarling and getting violent in some circumstances. Leaned into it during her time in the city, but now that she's around friends she tries to keep it more tame to not scare them away. Bronda: She's the kind of person who encourages everyone else to go out and have fun, but she severely bottles up her own loneliness. She doesn't want other people to worry about her.

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Brandy: More or less just wanted a grumpsona! I wanted something that kinda represented myself so I knew they would be a writer, then while coming up with his name I based it off my own somewhat and "scribble." Also, I kinda wanted someone that disliked/hated Wiggle Skatey: I don't remember the exact thought process, but I remember saying "hey what if Gramble had a punk rock friend that's like the complete opposite of him?" And then Skatey was born. Bronda: Fandoms need more mom OCs.

🎁 PRESENT - what types of presents would they be most happy to receive? are they good at gift giving?

Brandy: Usually tries to get them merchandise or something else of a show/band/movie/whatever that they like. If you're really close with him he'll sometimes write you a mini-story! The perfect gift for him would probably be plushies, dude has a collection. Skatey: Isn't usually the best since most of her experience comes from a limited budget. She'd probably make people something by hand (very poorly) or just take them somewhere to hang out solo. She'd like any gift because she hasn't gotten much, but the perfect gift? Maybe some jacket patches, gloves or other accessories. Bronda: She can and will get anything you make a passing mention of wanting, even if it isn't a holiday, watch out. Perfect gift for her would probably be something homemade or just a night out shopping with dinner.

Thanks for the questions Emei!!

#bugsnax #bugsnax oc #brandy brittleshoot #skatey skitterlock #bronda brittleshoot #grumpus oc #oc questions #emeiandstuff #twi talks

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twilightprince101 · 3 years

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That's right, we got TWO Bugsnax OCs!! This fandom/game has lots of potential for stuff and has really been bringing out my creative juices! So allow me to introduce to you Gramble Gigglefunny's punk ex-childhood friend, Skatey Skitterlock!

Skatey and Gramble used to live in the same neighborhood when they were younger. Because of her personal life and being exposed to the world from a young age she's always been the rebellious type. She fights for the right stuff and does her research, but tends to do it in a more... direct manner, as she sees that as the most efficient way of getting her point across.

She and Gramble were reasonably close back when they were kids, Skatey helping bring out his more adventurous side, but after accidentally landing him in hot water with his family the two fell apart. Now, after years of being on her own, she finds out that Gramble accepted an invitation to Snaktooth, and decided to try and follow him to make amends and reconnect.

Once again below is an interview following a layout prompt from @cosmicheartz, so go check them out and feel free to shoot an ask if you're interested! I'm hoping to do more with her in the future!

Who are you? Name’s Skatey Skitterlock. I’m uh, a lead protest activist.

( What kind of things do you protest for? ) Oh you know: preventing the hoarding of cash, homeless’ rights for living, ensuring corporate fuzzhats stay in their lane, the usual.

( Does that bat have anything to do with the ‘protest?’ ) What can I say? Grumps are a lot more willing to listen with a bit of ‘encouragement~’

Why come to Snacktooth island? I’m sure you’ve met Gramble by now? You know, smaller guy, lives in the barn, a little too into the walking food? Him and I actually go back a bit. We fell out of touch a while ago, so when I heard he was going to this little island getaway, I decided to tag along to catch up!

( Gramble never mentioned you when saying why he came. ) He didn’t…? Well, my decision to come along was a bit last minute, I did come in one of the later boats when the island had open invites. He was caught a bit off guard when I first showed up, but we’re, somewhat cool now.

( Why did you and Gramble stop talking? ) ...look I know this is just how you do things, that this is your job, but I’d appreciate it if you stopped while you’re ahead, alright? I think you’re smart. Don’t prove me wrong, for your own sake.

Thoughts on bugsnax? They’re… okay I’m just going to be frank with you: I think they’re weird and I don’t like them. I hate how they skitter around, it’s freaky how they talk without mouths and the whole transforming thing is just… Eugh. Shelda had the right idea trying to ward people away from them, I don’t understand why anyone would want to eat them, much less treat them like pets.

( Aren’t Bugsnax the only food source here? ) Not entirely. There’s some actual fish farther out in the ocean if you look hard enough, plus the sauce that Wambus grows. It’s actually how Gramble and I manage to stay alive on this grump-forsaken island. Troubleham and I even have an agreement: hang out around his crop to scare off Snax, then Gramble and I get first sauce pickings.

( Bugsnax are scared of you? ) Bash an entire population of white strabbys into mush and I think anyone would be.

Why did you leave town? I left soon after Gramble did. After the whole incident with Wabus I knew he’d probably need someone watching his back. Especially when I realized that Wiggle tagged along.

( What’s up with Wiggle? ) To give an extremely condensed version, I’ve noticed how she eyes Gramble’s pets. As much as I’m against the whole thing Gramble has going on, they’re important to him. Gotta give him some space to work though stuff, and that means keeping them out of that has-been’s maw.

( What stuff is he working through? ) *Quiet growls, alongside the patting of a metal pat.*

Any info on Lizbert? Peh, Liz. Honestly I don’t know what the other grumps decided to follow her here. I’ve met people like her in my business, and trust me when I say, she just brought everyone out here to make herself feel better.

( What makes you think that? ) Well let’s consider the facts here: She recently got labeled a fraud from her Grumplantis debacle, she drags pathetically weak grumps to an island where nobody has come back from, and--despite the fact it could’ve made things easier for everyone--she never bothered teaching anyone else how to catch Bugsnax. Do I need to spell it out for you?

( I do need your opinion on the record actually… ) Sigh. She put herself as the only food source on this entire island, making everyone here depend on her. All Lizbert did was create a problem only she could solve. Why do you think everything fell apart the moment she vanished? She’s no brave adventurer, she’s just another dime-a-dozen big shot looking to stroke their own ego, nothing more.

( What do you think happened to her? ) I overheard Cromdo talking about how Lizbert might’ve stolen the boat and dragged Eggabell along. As much as he annoys me, I don’t think he’s too far off. From my experience, when people in power are put under pressure from those below them, their first instinct is to turn tail and run, even if it means selling out the people you claim to care about. I don’t know when we’ll see those two again, but I promise that when I do, it won’t just be her tusks being broken.

That’s all my questions Skatey, you can put down the bat now. Yeah yeah, I get it, I’m not the nicest Grump in town. But honestly, somebody on this island needs to hold those two accountable. What Lizbert did was immature and really hurt people here, her own friend probably the most. The poor guy really idolized her and does nothing but try and care for others, then the minute things turn south she abandons him!

I respect Filbo's attempts to keep everyone together, but after trying to chase after Liz for so long he barely sees anything in himself. Somebody needs to be angry on his half, so it might as well be me. It's the least I can do for him.

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