#sorry i give more weight to the way he's actually characterized while he's. y'know. on screen

[hesgomorrah]

atp i will straight up block people who villainize trapper for leaving like way to show how little you understand what the show is about

[a-rat-and-a-blob]

The Sewer King’s Carol - The Surface Spy

I cramped as I began to move around in my new bed. I stretch my green limbs vigorously, trying to somehow release the ache created by the cinder blocks  and concrete I now lay. At least Twitch gave me one trash bag as a blanket. I think he still likes me. Doesn't he? I don't know. Every time I go in there it always seemed so dark and cold. I should at least tell him where I'm going. Wouldn't want him to get angry for "sneaking up to the surface" again. As I begin to march to the plague rat's lair to tell him my plans for the day, I hear the cracking of glass and the spilling of fluids. Cackling echoed through the halls. I run, trying to see what was going on. I could only imagine what happened while I was gone. Did Twitch go crazy again? Did someone get in, and now he was violently torturing someone? Please let it be something harmless. As I ran, the cackles quickly devolved into groans of disappointment and anger. I arrive at the opening of a large pipe, covered by a tarp, showcasing his hunched figure. I grab the end of the tarp and as I lifted it up...

               "Hey! What are you doing!?" Twitch shouted as he sees the tarp move with the large shadow behind it. "Stay out! Only Twitch and his true subjects allowed to enter!" Twitch slowly went out of the tarp. His hands were wet with glass and his face filled with frustration. He glares at me, annoyed to deal with me. "Grrr.. What do you want!? Twitch is busy conducting his experiments... He doesn't need you bothering!"

               "I.. I just want to tell you I'm going out to spy on the surface. Y'know! Make sure that they don't invade and whatnot."                "Sure.. sure.." Twitch growled resentfully. "Do you wish to play with our invaders as well? Make little surface presents for them?"

               "Twitch.. It's not like that..." I pause, trying to find the right words. I was never good with saying things. Especially to Twitch. "Look.. I'm sorry about the Harrowing Party bud. It was just so happy... and nice up there.. There was candy and everything! I.. I just couldn't resist!"

               "Then you wouldn't resist leading them down here too, wouldn't you!?" Twitch shouted angrily. "I hear them every night.. They'll come because of YOU, Goopy One! I know it! They steal.. they lie.. they exterminate! But they host their great parties, AND YOU'LL FOLLOW THEM!"

               "It's not like that, okay!?" I shout. "It won't be like that. I'll just make sure that things are doing okay up here. Not going in the sewers and whatnot. Does that sound okay? How many times I gotta say it Twitch, I'm sorry for that party."

               "Hmph! Just do me a favor and don't meddle in their stupid affairs. If they kill themselves, let them. Twitch doesn't want invaders tracking you down! That's how they died you know.. And I'll be watching.. Twitch knows all." As Twitch began to go back in his tarp, I abruptly grab his arm, wanting something more. Something that was lacking since the Harrowing.  He jerked his head at me, as if attacked. I looked over his shoulder to see the apparatus behind the tarp. A flask with a rat's tail sticking out. I couldn't see its body from the concentration of the liquid.

               "Hey.. So these experiments.. Been up all night for those?"

               Twitch didn't respond. He fought against my grip and resumed his attempts for sentience underneath the tarp. "So much for asking," I sigh.  I slowly trudge away from the tarp, looking back to catch to make out the noises I hear. As I went up the sewer system, I hear the results of his sentience projects as his friend continued his cries of disappointment and anger. I imagine the flesh of the rat in his hands, melting as it soon melted to reveal bone. Just another one in the pile,  one that long existed before I came in.

               I decide to look at the sector directly above the core of the sewers. It was an old one. One to be one of the original sectors that end up forming Zaun. The original zaunite clock tower stood tall, looming above the central plaza of migrant workers and inventors, itching to make a living out of themselves, but most felt lucky the year was almost coming to a close. Happy to see family again as the holidays come closer and closer. Lights were already strewn in the city and I see children in the sump decorating their houses and fireplaces. Some were even getting their gifts early in advance. I feel the same energy that always characterized the Snowdown season with mom and dad. I would always make a homemade present for them. A homemade toy car for dad. A pipe instrument for mom that didn't even work. I would even sneak some fresh foreign ingredients out from the Cultivairs of chem-barons. Heh. Oh how they hated that back then. I miss those days.

               As I grow delighted in this view of Zaun, I begin to realize I should get some gifts for the Snowdown holiday. Snowdown is always about giving, and it always feel nice to make someone's life better. Maybe I can make some toys or something for some children. Maybe I can be like Santa Claus, just barging into buildings through the pipes and chimney, sharing happiness to all! Oh, how nice would that be? Oh, how great would that be? Their smiles wide and they bounce eagerly to see their gifts.... Just imagining it makes me smile with glee as if I was the lucky boy or girl. It was just the issue of getting and making the toys.

               I decide to look in the dumpster. There was always great materials. Steel and pipes for horns.... Metal for some figurines.. You could even find actual toy helicopters if you looked deep enough. I grab a trash bag and begin to fill it up with the materials to make my treasure. As I did, I begin hopping around, singing a Snowdown tune to get in the mood. I imagine myself jumping to escape and sneaking through cracks of the house. No one was here and will ever be here, and I got some of my sentries nearby, so why should I worry?

               As I search, I hear the sound of help being called. A shriek piercing through the skies as something vile happens to her. I place the bag by a large pile of rubble and made my way there. I can't let those guys get away. After I sling myself to the top of a rooftop, a roach got on the bag and begin looked inside with the others that came after. When I came back after a good hour of chasing and catching, the bag was gone and in its place, a bronze, rusty arrow with a poison patch as an arrow head. I picked it up, observing it carefully and tensely. My hands shakes as I hold it, feeling a weight being pressed on me.

               I hear the rustling of footsteps behind me and the slight sound of conversation between a couple of children looking for ways to make their homemade goods as well. I place the arrow with my other belongings, step back and went down into the safety of the sewers' shadows, never to be seen.