gazafunds.com - Donate directly to a Palestinian family in urgent need of evacuation, medical attention, rebuilding homes/businesses or more. Site run by Palestinians, all GFMs verified (full list here). Spotlights 1 stagnant GFM at a time. (*If you can't decide who/where to donate, just go to gazafunds.com & donate to the 1 GFM they show you!)
masterlist of 200+ verified Palestinian families' GFMs: Operation Olive Branch
Help provide tents: (*emergency as Rafah is being bombarded as we speak)
The Sameer Project: Currently providing tents & transport for families in Rafah who urgently need to evacuate to Deir Al Balah. Has a team on the ground in Gaza who have supplied tents to 1% of the displaced population in Rafah. Run by Palestinians. (paypal) (gfm)
@helpgazachildren: Currently helping Palestinians in a refugee camp in Rafah flee the Rafah invasion to Khan Younis. Funds go directly to Hussam, a Palestinian in Rafah who hosts a refugee camp. Funds will cover the cost of tents & transport fuel. Managed by a Palestinian @.fairuzfan. (gfm)
Food, cash & essentials:
Care for Gaza: Palestinian charity on the ground in Gaza distributing food, cash, medicine & other essentials to displaced families. Proof of their work found on their Twitter. (paypal) (gfm)
We Feed Gaza: Team of Palestinian volunteers in the heart of Gaza distributing food & water to 344+ families. More details & proof in their gfm. Vetted & promoted by LetsTalkPalestine. (gfm)
Direct Aid for Gaza: A Palestinian activist on the ground in Gaza distributing food, cash & other essential supplies to displaced families. Proof of their work found on their twitter. (paypal) (gfm)
Water (*only 2 weeks left to donate!):
Gaza Municipality's water campaign: The official Municipality of Gaza needs help rebuilding the water infrastructure in Gaza City to restore access to clean water & waste management services for the people of Gaza.
eSIMs:
guide to buy & send esims to gaza (highly needed, esim supply very low)
Crips for eSims for Gaza: If you don't know how to buy esims, don't have enough $ for an esim plan, or don't have the capacity to manage them (e.g. topping up regularly), you can donate any amt to this team of volunteers who pool funds to buy & maintain gaza esims regularly (see their financial accountability document).
Medical Aid:
Gaza Wound Care (urgent): Palestinian doctors in central Gaza treating injured/sick children & mothers in neglected displacement camps far from hospitals. Facing a severe shortage of medicines, medical equipment, and supplies. They need funds for their current campaign to battle infectious diseases in refugee camps. (paypal) (gogetfunding) (gfm)
international charities: Palestine Red Crescent Society, Palestine Children's Relief Fund, Medical Aid for Palestinians
Other ways to help:
Share & amplify Palestinian fundraisers in your online & irl circles.
Organize/help with an irl/online event to raise funds for Palestine
Boycott
Get involved with a protest/strike/direct action in your area
Contact your reps
Educate yourself & others both irl & online
(you can even adopt 1 fundraiser campaign to regularly boost it & make materials promoting it online, or print posters/flyers about Palestinian fundraisers to encourage others to donate. (poster/graphic about gazafunds.com: here, flyers about esims: here, flyers about gazafamilyfunds: here)
(longer masterpost of all ways you can help)
updated 3/6/2024 with Gaza Wound Care & We Feed Gaza. I wanted to focus on Palestinian-run grassroots initiatives that will actually reach Gazans on the ground, so all of these except Crips for eSIMs, PCRF, PRCS and MAP are by Palestinians. i have verified them but please feel free to do your own vets for your peace of mind.
Remember small donations really do add up. Any amount counts, even $1!
No words can describe the suffering we endure here in Gaza. Life no longer feels like life. Today, with the border crossings closed once again and humanitarian aid halted, our suffering has doubled. Even the most basic necessities have become an unattainable luxury.Like thousands of other families, my family struggles to survive in this nightmare. We live among the rubble, carrying water from long distances because our infrastructure has been destroyed. Prices have skyrocketed, making food and medicine nearly impossible to afford.
Every day is a new battle, and every moment without food, medicine, or hope adds to our pain. We ask for nothing but the right to live, the right to safety, and the right to find someone who will stand with us in this darkness.To everyone who can help, to every heart that beats with compassion my family needs you. Every contribution, no matter how small, could mean the difference between life and death. Please, don’t leave us alone in this suffering.
Hello my name is Leon I am from Ireland. I am currently fundraising for my friend Abdulrahman he… Leon Regan needs your support for Help abd
We have been forcibly displaced from our homes and now find ourselves without shelter, food, or basic necessities.
We urgently call on kind-hearted individuals and humanitarian organizations to come to our aid.
Every donation, no matter how small, can make a big difference in the lives of our children and families.
🚨Please help us — time is running out 🚨
My name is Mahmoud Al-Halaq, from Palestine - Gaza - I am 29 years old. This message is addressed to every person who carries compassion, kindness, and love in their heart. After 470 days of war on Gaza, the destruction that has occurred, the displacement we have faced, moving from one place to another, and the loss and death of loved ones and friends, I found myself alone without a home or place, and even the prices of food are astronomical. The world has changed so much that life has become gloomy and boring. Therefore, I ask for your help in rebuilding myself, my life, and my family's life anew. You are our remaining hope in life. If there were an opportunity to work, I would not waste a minute nor ask for help from anyone, but I urgently need assistance for my family, my children, and the women to rebuild what has been destroyed and crushed in this devastating and painful war. Thank you for your time and support; we draw our strength and resilience from your support. 🍉
Hello, my name is Karina. I'm organizing this campaign for Mahmoud Alhallaq, whose previous campaigns have been shut down or have had their
Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔
After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.
Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.
Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs
Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.
We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children
I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.
Your support means the world to me and my family.
Please donate 🙏
All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life
👨👧👦🖐🏼I am Ahmed and these are my brothers. 🙏🏼💔I am sorry to see you in our bad times. 🙏🏼🫶🏼Please help me by sharing the new donation campaign and donating if you can.🫂
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Hi my name is Judy I live in America and I set up this gofundme to help my fr… Judy Roddy needs your support for Help Ahmed's Family Overcom
Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔
After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.
Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.
Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs
Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.
We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children
I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.
Your support means the world to me and my family.
Please donate 🙏
All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #621 )✅️
Today was unlike any other.
We received a few donations and with them, we had our first real meal in over a month. For the first time in so long, we didn’t go to sleep hungry. We cried, not from pain this time, but from overwhelming joy and gratitude.
To everyone who donated, shared, or simply kept us in their thoughts thank you. You didn’t just feed us. You reminded us that we’re not alone. You gave us back a piece of our dignity and hope.
But the struggle isn’t over. We’re still in need of food, support, and a little more light in these hard times.
Please, if you can, continue to help. Every share, every dollar, every act of kindness makes a real difference.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you. And please, stay with us on this journey.
[Note: the fundraiser says I'm raising funds for Molly Guenther,… Peter Guenther needs your support for Support Haya's Family: Food, Water,
In the heart of devastation, hundreds of hungry souls stand in long lines, holding empty pots with trembling hands — not out of habit, but out of desperate hope. Their eyes speak louder than words, filled with exhaustion, pain, and the silent cry for survival. Children and the elderly reach out through the barriers, longing not for luxury, but for a single warm meal. Amid ruins and ashes, makeshift fires try to fill empty stomachs, but the need is far greater than what little remains. This is not just a photo — it is a call for humanity, a plea for compassion. We need us now more than ever.
Palestine, a mother of three children. We faced many physical and psychological problems due to the war that completely destroyed our home and source of income. My children's health was destroyed due to polluted water and contaminated food.
We live in very difficult conditions. We live in a nylon tent, and my children are shivering from the cold.
My son Yousef, 9 years old, aspired to become an engineer, but the occupation destroyed his talent. Jourie and Joan, the cheerful twins full of humor and fun in our house, are 6 years old and are deprived of education. My children have no future here in Gaza. Help me get out safely
Otherwise, the price of food has become very expensive, my children make me cry bitterly because I can't provide for their needs because I don't have money. Please, your donation and help will mean a lot. We have tragedies that need you. Don't ignore me.
A donation of $10 or $20 would mean a lot to the kids.
Hello everyone, I am Haifa, a mother of three children. My family is beautiful. My house was targeted on 12/10/2023, the first day of the wa
My children need all of you. Please help me buy food and medicine for them. 🥺💔🙏🏻🙏🏻
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#356)✅️
Palestine, a mother of three children. We faced many physical and psychological problems due to the war that completely destroyed our home and source of income. My children's health was destroyed due to polluted water and contaminated food.
We live in very difficult conditions. We live in a nylon tent, and my children are shivering from the cold.
My son Yousef, 9 years old, aspired to become an engineer, but the occupation destroyed his talent. Jourie and Joan, the cheerful twins full of humor and fun in our house, are 6 years old and are deprived of education. My children have no future here in Gaza. Help me get out safely
Otherwise, the price of food has become very expensive, my children make me cry bitterly because I can't provide for their needs because I don't have money. Please, your donation and help will mean a lot. We have tragedies that need you. Don't ignore me.
A donation of $10 or $20 would mean a lot to the kids.
Hello everyone, I am Haifa, a mother of three children. My family is beautiful. My house was targeted on 12/10/2023, the first day of the wa
My children need all of you. Please help me buy food and medicine for them. 🥺💔🙏🏻🙏🏻
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#356)✅️
URGENT: YOU CAN SAVE HAMMAD AND HIS FAMILY ❤️🩹‼️🇵🇸
Campaign organizer notes at the bottom.
VETTED BY ASSOCIATION: Hammad and his family are friends with Safaa [VETTED BY 90-GHOST]
$2,940 / $20,000
The last post about Hammad’s campaign is LOSING TRACTION FAST and DONATIONS ARE DWINDLING.
We need YOUR HELP to BOOST THIS POST: PLEASE REBLOG & SHARE ACROSS ALL OF YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA.
[DM FOR READY-TO-POST PICTURES & WORDS FOR HAMMAD’S CAMPAIGN SO ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS HIT POST]
Meet Hammad A.
Hammad is one out of 9 members of his family. He is the eldest boy and the sole provider of his family at the young age of 24 since his father has been battling heart disease, and consequently suffered a debilitating heart attack.
[TW: Close by sounds of heavy artillery shelling and bombing.]
Months ago, at the start of the war, the neighborhood that Hammad and his family grew up in, where they created and held so many cherished memories and bonds, was besieged.
For days, Hammad and his family were trapped, terrified, between the once stable, now crumbling, walls of his home that once brought comfort and privacy to him now threatened to crush him beneath the rubble and the violent shelling of bullets and bombs whistling past their ears through the air and decimating anything it came in contact with.
His family sat, hungry, terrified, praying to live, watching the sun make its rounds past the plumes of black smoke rising from crumpled homes that once lined their block. This is only a fraction of what Hammad has been forced to endure for the over 550 days.
He watched his beautiful home be destroyed — the memories of his childhood, destroyed; the hard work he and his family put into creating their home, destroyed; the pride he and his family had of their home, destroyed; comfort and security, destroyed.
So Hammad pitched a tent. In the face of exposure to harsh elements, forced conditions of unsanitary environments where disease and sickness spreads rapidly, and deprived of the most basic necessities with skyrocketing costs for flour, clothes, and shelter, Hammad persevered to keep his family alive and as safe as he could. He cared for his father as best he could, but his heart disease requires an operation that none of the besieged or otherwise destroyed hospitals of Gaza can do.
But a day came where deafening and core shaking sounds of shelling and bombardment shook the nearby area as they prepared food. Terrified, they ran for their lives. And when they were able to return, their tent has caught fire and burnt down, along with the few items in their tent that they were able to grab from their home before it was destroyed.
Faced with extreme hunger, thirst, displacement, and now the tent burnt down leading to more exposure to the harsh elements, Hammad’s father’s condition has only worsened. The resilience and strength Hammad has constantly and consistently shown only goes so far in the face of the lifeblood of his family suffering under such dire conditions, and I cannot bear for Hammad to have to endure the heartbreak of losing his father.
There is no more room for any more tragedy in his life. We cannot allow it.
While there is a lot of notes on the last post about Hammad’s campaign, traction has been dwindling fast and donations have been slowing down. I cannot emphasize enough the urgency of this campaign and how critically Hammad needs your help.
‼️ STAND IN SOLIDARITY WITH GAZA AND DONATE TODAY ‼️
Campaign organizer notes at the bottom.
Chuffed has a waiting period for processing and transferring funds. If you want your donation to IMMEDIATELY be sent to Hammad, paypal is linked below.
Go to paypal.me/esakach and type in the amount. Since it’s PayPal, it's easy and secure. Don’t have a PayPal account? No worries.
Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔
After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.
Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.
Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs
Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.
We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children
I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.
Your support means the world to me and my family.
Please donate 🙏
All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life
Hello, I want to tell you about my story. My name is Mahmoud Helles. I have been a refugee in Belgium for 7 years. I live in a refugee center and do not have residency in Belgium. I left Gaza and left my pregnant wife. I didn't see my baby when he was born and I wasn't there. He is now 6 years old and I have 4 children, the eldest of whom is 13 years old. I have no childhood memories with my children, and I fear I will be deprived of them. My wife suffers from kidney problems, her left kidney was removed, and she now lives with one kidney. Also, due to the war and the lack of treatment, her health has deteriorated, and if I lose his life, my children will remain in Gaza homeless, without their mother and their expatriate father for that. I am collecting donations to save my family and get out of Gaza to Egypt. I appeal to you and to every person who sympathizes with my children💔
In the picture is a medical report for my wife about her health condition. Help me participate and donate. Even if it is small, your donation or participation makes a big difference. Thank you.🌹🇵🇸🇵🇸🇵🇸🌹😭😭
Hello, my name is Mahmoud Helles, and I want to tell you about my story. I am a father of f… Mahmoud Hilles needs your support for Save my c
To my followers. This is another legitimate campaign. Mahmoud is trying to reunite with his family who is currently trapped in gaza! Please Donate and share his campaign. 🙏
✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is ( #621 )✅️
Today was unlike any other.
We received a few donations and with them, we had our first real meal in over a month. For the first time in so long, we didn’t go to sleep hungry. We cried, not from pain this time, but from overwhelming joy and gratitude.
To everyone who donated, shared, or simply kept us in their thoughts thank you. You didn’t just feed us. You reminded us that we’re not alone. You gave us back a piece of our dignity and hope.
But the struggle isn’t over. We’re still in need of food, support, and a little more light in these hard times.
Please, if you can, continue to help. Every share, every dollar, every act of kindness makes a real difference.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you. And please, stay with us on this journey.
[Note: the fundraiser says I'm raising funds for Molly Guenther,… Peter Guenther needs your support for Support Haya's Family: Food, Water,
Hello, my name sooad Muhammad, I am a 61-year-old mother and former school teacher from Gaza💔
After the army entered the city, we went out to Rafah under the attack of planes and missiles.And the bullets that spare no one, we lived in torn tents that did not protect from the heat, the cold, or the rain. All the words in the world cannot describe what we have lived through. All I want is for you to look at me and my family with a merciful heart and help me.
Before October 7th, I lived a humble life, dedicated to teaching and raising my children. But everything changed. Since that day, my family and I have been living in unimaginable conditions—without electricity, without clean water, without safety.
Our home was destroyed, and we now sleep in a torn tent, exposed to the freezing cold. My children cry from hunger and fear. The markets are empty or unaffordable. Bread is now a luxury—I knead pasta just to make something to fill their stomachs
Please open your heart and stand with us in this time of despair.
We are not asking for much—just a chance to survive. A blanket for the cold. A piece of bread. A roof that does not leak. A moment of peace for my children
I am humbly asking for your help. Your donation, no matter how small, can give us warmth, food, and hope. It can help us survive these dark days and rebuild a life with dignity.
Your support means the world to me and my family.
Please donate 🙏
All the destruction that you see, we live every day a hundred times, and we live hunger, death, and a life that has no taste of life
ive never really written a fanfic before but i just. wrote this because i felt like this would be better as a fanfic. its not too long, its silly and very self indulgent i hope youll like it
also i might be the first person on earth to put globu into a fanfic
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Globox's Misadventures in Changing Colors
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It was a moonlit night at one of the dock villages at the Sea of Serendipity. Most of the Red Wizards were reasonable enough to sleep, aside from this rowdy child of a mere 390 years old (which would equate to 13 if he were a human on Earth instead of a red guy in the Glade of Dreams). Never doing what he's told and stubbornly avoiding the boring things all the adults do, it's pretty obvious Globox hasn't changed much since this. Well, he was red at the time, and his only real friend was just Uglette, as he hadn't met Rayman yet. But, that night, one thing will end up drastically changing, unbeknownst to him!
Globox snuck off specifically to get a midnight snack. For most people it doesn't really amount to much other than going to their kitchen, but Globox's hut didn't have a kitchen, and he found it more fun to just run off into the forest near the docks, especially since his mom didn't allow him to go there. This forest had a delicacy that wasn't just the same old fish; it had numerous bushes full of blubue buberrubies, which, contrary to the name, were actually kind of purplish-pinkish in color. Globox only tried them once before and liked them a lot, so he decided to try them out again.
Delicious! And there were so many of these berries, too! There was something else in the bushes, though, a little bug called a blubue bubeastubie, with eyes of the exact size, shape and color of the berries. Somehow Globox hadn't realised that was a bug, and just kept wondering why this one berry wouldn't come off from the thing it's attached to. After trying for an entire 4 seconds, he just threw the whole thing with both "berries" into his cakehole. But the thing was a bug, and it was still living (for some time), and very displeased about this!
So the bug called out, loudly enough to be heard even outside of Globox's insides, and turns out there was a whole lot more bugs in those bushes. Like a whole cloud of angry stinging insects, about to descend onto Globox while he was picking out another berry. He quickly noticed, and the instinct to run away from all threats and hide immediately took over. Not that there was anywhere to hide from such a swarm.
They caught up to Globox eventually and stung him, and, after him being left alone and noticing that he was probably not dead, he half-ran half-stumbled back home, hoping that nobody was actually awake to see him like this. On the way there, he briefly glanced at his reflection in the water and saw himself covered in all these boils that the bugs caused, as if the pain alone wasn't bad enough!
So he finally got into his hut and hid himself under his blanket. The combination of being afraid of any further bugs coming for him, and also just being in pain from the venom, prevented him from getting much sleep through the night. Though sleepiness also caught up to him eventually.
The morning came and went. Other Red Wizards went about their business, while Globox, who would usually be running around outside at the time, was still home, hiding in his blanket. Someone showed up at the window of his hut, though - it was his, at the time, childhood friend Uglette, who still had her bow at the time, asking "Hi, Globox? You were meaning to show up this morning to chat about your collection of cool rocks, did something happen?"
Globox was mostly asleep, but immediately woke up upon hearing Uglette's voice, and, from inside the blanket, told her "Ohhh.. yeah, I've been having a problem! Please come in, I just wanna talk to someone!"
Uglette did, and was confused because she couldn't see Globox anywhere. "Where even are y-- Oh, the blanket?"
"Yup!", the blanket answered.
"What happened??"
"It was last night. I got stung. A lot. And I think I looked AWFUL! But I think most people were asleep so nobody saw me. I think. I hope!!"
Uglette was obviously concerned, but still wanted to make some light of this. "You must be thinking a lot, huh?"
Globox actually didn't mind that, and replied, "Yeah… I got nothing else to do in here but THINK!"
"Anyway, that's awful! Terrible luck!"
"I know??? And everything still hurts, except it hurts slightly less now!"
"You're getting better fairly quickly! Hey, maybe you'll get to talk about your cool rocks soon!", Uglette continued, trying to cheer poor Globox up even a little.
"Maybe! Man, I hope nobody saw me or thought I was anything but a weird bumpy creature scampering somewhere in the middle of the night…"
"But! What if someone DID think that, and that formed a new urban legend? Imagine that!"
"You know what? That'd be awesome! It'd be at least something good from this whole situation!"
The blanket then shuffled a little. "Hey, I'm not as bumpy anymore, actually! Still hurts, but…"
Uglette sat down near the couch that Globox was on, as he tended to use it as the bed (as his actual bed was incredibly cluttered), and asked him, "Do you have to keep hiding here, then?"
"I still don't want anyone to see me…"
"Are YOU seeing anything, though, from under that blanket?"
"Oh, yeah! Good point! I'm not!"
So Globox, thanks to the power of having detached eyes, much like the rest of his species does, just moved his eyes of the blanket. Now looking like some kind of blanket slug creature, he said "Wow! I forgot how sunlight looked like!" while squinting from the light.
Uglette noticed something! "Hey, do your eyelids look kind of… blue?"
Globox confusedly looked at her. "Do they??? Maybe it's just bruises… Can stings leave bruises?"
"I don't know? I think bruises tend to happen when you, like, accidentally hit your arm or butt against something."
"True, but this was kind of like that, if the something was bugs. And if my arm or butt was actually my entire me. Speaking of, I need to stretch, both of my arms are SO sore!"
So Globox stretched one of his arms out of the blanket, except he was actually the first to notice something odd this time. "Wait, does my hand look green too? Maybe I'm just not seeing colors right. Y'know, I just spent so much time under the blanket!"
Uglette put her hand near just to compare, and prove him wrong. "No, that's definitely green…"
"What's going on?? This isn't a dream, right? Can you pinch me?"
"Well, I'd need something other than your hand to pinch first! Hands aren't very pinchable!"
"Well… sure!"
Uglette was curious what was going on in here anyway, and pulled on the blanket to reveal the rest of Globox's arm, clearly now blue. And immediately pinched it, as promised.
"Ow! Alright, definitely not dreaming…"
"Now that you know that for sure… Are you seeing this? Are you seeing your own arm."
Globox was just too dumbfounded by this to answer. Surely he can't just change color like octopuses apparently do? Surely that's not something that just happened? It would also be quite silly for a Red Wizard to not even be red, or orange or something. Not that he particularly fit in with the other Red Wizards, anyways…
After several seconds of just staring at his arm, he yelled "Please don't let anyone know about this! That I–- something happened!!! To my COLORS!!!"
"Aren't they gonna find out eventually, though?"
"Well, yeah, maybe, but I'm not ready for that! Can you imagine if a Red Wizard just-- oh, hi Globu. You didn't see that."
Globu, who definitely saw (and heard) that, was just standing at the doorway of the hut. He looks kind of like Globox used to look approximately a day ago, except browner, with greenish accents.
Uglette also looked at Globu and asked him, "Oh, you're his brother, right?"
Globu answered, "Yeah, I am. Now I know THAT'S who I saw last night! Well, Globox, at least you're alive? Even if, uh, not very red…"
"I… think I'm alive? Aren't ghosts, like… blue? Like. You know.", Globox said, while slowly hiding his arm back in the blanket.
Uglette pointed out, "I pinched you just now, though! You can't pinch ghosts, they phase through walls!"
Globox, unconvinced, said "What if you can though? What if I can? What if you can pinch ghosts and I can phase through walls, I mean.", and so he stuck both of his arms out of the blanket anyway to try and reach for the nearby wall. He just barely missed it and lost his balance, falling off his couch in a blanket heap.
While Globox was trying to get himself out of this mess, Uglette said, "Well! I think ghosts should be able to phase through floors and blankets too!"
The blanket responded with a muffled "Alright, you convinced me!". Globox finally managed to untangle himself from the blanket, and instinctively poked his head out of it.
Globu immediately took notice of just how blue Globox's noggin really was now. "No, wait, ARE you a ghost???"
"No, what? We just figured out-- Oh. I just noticed my own face. That's really blue, maybe you have a point?…"
Uglette wasn't that surprised, and said "Oh, that's about what I was expecting! I think it's fine to get out of the blanket now. You can touch the wall just to finally super make sure you're not actually a ghost."
Globox said, "Alright, sure…" and got up, lightly slapping the wall before leaning on it, in relief that he IS very definitely alive. "I'm not leaving the house though!!! And I'm avoiding the windows. If anyone asks just tell them I'm sick. It wouldn't even be a lie this time, my entire skin still hurts!"
Globu, abruptly, said, "This is a serious issue, though! I'm gonna go tell our mom!"
"GLOBU NO!!!"
Globu, being the more well-behaved kid of the two, of course already left the hut. Globox wasn't happy about this and sat back down on the couch. "Ohhh, my mom's gonna be so mad… She's gonna be so mad that I went into the forest even though she told me not to! She's gonna be so mad I somehow managed to turn myself BLUE!"
Uglette, trying to comfort him again, said, "Can you change color to whatever you want? Just blend into the ceiling and you'll be fine!"
"Oh, I wish!!! I'll have to find different hiding spots… I'm not that good at hide and seek."
Uglette decided to switch to a different subject. "Hey, how did this happen, anyway? The stings? You mentioned a forest, or something?"
"Well, I went there for some berries. It was late at night so I couldn't tell one of them was actually a bug! And it didn't like that. Well, it's probably dead by now…"
"Make sure to bring a lantern next time!"
"I thought the moons were lighting up the place pretty well. I guess not! Not gonna make the same mistake again!"
Globox and Uglette continued chatting for a little while longer just to pass the time. Eventually Globox's mom arrived at the hut, though, and all Uglette could do was to stand nearby and avoid confrontation.
"Well. I guess we just can't get enough of your silly shenanigans. How do you even manage that???", Globox's mom said to Globox, who was trying to hide behind the couch.
"I-it wasnt my fault! I promise I didn't actually want this!!!"
"Whatever your excuse is, you still went to that forest! You didn't listen about the blubue bubeastubies, did you?"
"Well I… I wasn't paying att--"
"See, that's what you get! You get consequences!"
She then noticeably shifted her tone, though still sounded frustrated. "I'll get a doctor in here. I still need to make sure you don't die of bug poisons."
Globox's mom then left the hut. Globox was somewhat relieved, but said, "Aww, I don't like doctor visits! I mean it only happened twice, and all because I tried out a plum, and then did it again, but still!"
Uglette, still standing near a wall, said "Huh. Your mom was less mad than I was expecting, to be honest…"
"Well… I know I'm going to be put in the corner of shame again after this. Though, last time I at least got out quickly, because my sister said it's ok to just leave, as long as mom doesn't notice!"
"That's just ri… donkulous! Why is your mom shaming you for being stung? Actually, my parents would also do that, now that I think about it… Something about showing up to one of those fancy dinners and then looking like that…"
"She was shaming me for sneaking out into the forest, though! I think!"
"Oops! Sorry, I missed that part. Yeah, that makes more sense…"
Globox's mom eventually returned with a doctor Teensy, which was the same one Globox saw the last two times, and forced Uglette out of the hut for the time being. The doctor then spent some time examining and poking Globox with various doohickeys he had absolutely no understanding of, and asking him silly questions about how he was feeling right now.
The doctor then started talking to Globox's mom. "Well, your son seems to be remarkably healthy as of this moment, and bubeastubie venom isn't known to be actually dangerous, or anything more than just painful…"
Globox, still on his couch feeling kind of dejected, breathed a sigh of relief, but the doctor continued, "However, the fact that it changed his color is very unprecedented. As is a member of his, and your, species being blue! I've never known a blue one! Anyway, I believe the color change must be a really bad allergic reaction to the venom."
Globox's mom replied, "I see, then. Is he just going to stay like that?"
"This is a very, very rare case, so it's hard to know for sure what will happen. I know of nothing like this! For now, given that this doesn't seem life-threatening, just let him have painkillers. You must IMMEDIATELY tell me if there's any complications down the line."
The doctor handed Globox's mom the painkillers, which are a couple of potion bottles, then wrote something down and left. Globox's mom placed one of the potions at the table near Globox's couch, but still glared at him. "You know what's coming."
Globox panicked, with all sorts of thoughts running through his head, but the thoughts were cut short by his mom simply handing him a broom.
"You will now sweep the floor of your hut and this area of the docks until I can tell it's clean. And don't repeat this kind of nonsense again! I warned you several times!"
Globox sadly answered "Okay…" while his mom left. He then downed the entire painkiller potion he was left with, before grabbing the broom.
Uglette was still outside watching, and called out of the window, "Hey Globox, I'm still here! This doesn't sound that bad? It's better than just sitting in a corner doing nothing…"
"You're right, but sweeping is so BORING, and I told you I could at least escape from the corner of shame! And also everyone has to see me like this now! What am I even going to tell them? They already make fun of me for not having hair! Or not wanting to wear clothes!"
Uglette was clearly trying to not giggle at what she was about to say in response. "Well… you always tend to make up things that have happened to you!"
"Wait, you caught onto that?"
"You can just lie to them!"
Globox realised what she meant, and noticeably got more excited. "Wait… You're right! Who needs to know how this ACTUALLY happened?! Here, check this out: I defeated a… heroic dragon? No, I mean, I defeated it heroically… Or maybe it's all just blue paint? No, that won't work…"
"Silly, you should probably start sweeping first before your mom gets more mad! You'll have time to think of an excuse here. I'll go find a good branch so I could help out, I don't know if you have a spare broom."
"Oh, alright! Bye, Uglette! Hmm… I was fighting off the bugs… That one could almost be not a lie! Maybe I did it to protect-- oh, right! Sigh! I HATE sweeping the floor…"
Later that day, Globox was sweeping the docks outside, still trying to avoid being seen by other Red Wizards, although he heard a fakir go "Wait, was that a blue one?". Uglette was trying to help Globox out with a branch, which really wasn't sufficient enough to sweep much of anything.
"Hey, Uglette… You know what I just realised?", Globox said, distracting her from trying to get some sand out between the planks, "If this lasts, the weird color I mean, that means I'm special! You remember what the doctor said? That it never happened before? And that someone being blue is un-pre-de-scented or whatever? Also I'm the color of the water and the sky, which are pretty cool things!"
"Hey, you're right! Even still, you already stood out from the other Red Wizards! Just for being taller and balder, and actually liking fun things instead of being all boring and cranky. I'd say you're already pretty special!"
"Aww, thanks! I am!", and they both resumed trying to sweep the docks. Globox kept being distracted by just thinking about what Uglette said, though, not that he particularly understood why at the time. It wouldn't be until years later that they both realised he just got a crush on her around that time!
He did manage to sweep the floors eventually, with Uglette's admittedly minimal help, and it still wasn't long before everybody found out about Globox's blue-ness. Red Wizards are a people very prone to gossip, and, thanks to either Globu or his mom, everyone already had an idea of the true version of the story, and Globox's fancified version of it wasn't of much help. And he spent all this time trying to craft it in his head, all for nothing! Oh well!
Past this weird day where Globox got in trouble for trying to eat berries, he briefly acted like an unusually nervous wreck around Uglette for some time, with her somehow being oblivious to it. He did get over that eventually, and he did get used to being blue (and there weren't complications!), right around the time he met Rayman, whom he immediately told his exaggerated version of the story of how he changed color. And he actually managed to get Rayman to believe it (for some time), unlike all those other Red Wizards! (Rayman did soon find out what actually happened thanks to Uglette, and he didn't tell Globox that he knew what actually happened for years. It was a good laugh, though!)
