seam/allister -- they/it -- 20 -- pixel ghosts in theme were made by ghostlystatic on deviantart, and banner in theme was made by sheaparfait on twitter/pinterest/furaffinity
hi I've gotten into hit indie game Look Outside in record time and I've got THOUGHTS: An AU that takes place about ten years after the Denial ending, years after Sam vanished and the world was graced by a benevolent god. In this, the Earth is steadily healthy and Sam is left with no more grand actions to do to help. He weans Earth off of himself and bursts from his own godlike body to try returning to the simpler, more personal, life he was ripped from so long ago.
Everyone who knew him presumed him dead. Feelings are had.
(Infodump below)
Sam, a human, suddenly found himself a protector. His mind buckled and unspooled to accommodate his new being.
For about ten years, Sam helped the Earth recover from the worst of what the Visitor did. He rescued people, cleared paths for supplies, crushed monsters that got in the way--and then the need for that just kind of... ended, over time. He was left a friend of everyone, in a sense; everyone knew of him, perhaps even had interacted with a fraction of him. His mind sprawled out across billions of sensory organs and interactions, but did not linger. And over time he just... tired of it. It was wonderful at first, but the nonstop barrage of everything wore him thin.
Dimly, in a vast mind that hits its apex and began to reel backwards, he grew to miss what he used to have; when he was small, and had a home, and was mortal, when he did not have a planet to oversee. He had friends. People he cared for so much. Earth has recovered and is safe without him. He could have anything on the planet if he so desired but, would he desire to be again limited by being not-a-god? Would he allow himself to be selfish and abandon them in favor of living a quainter life.
His mind drew into itself. The outermost fringes of his being began to sag and wither. Flora flourished where he fell apart into mucus and mineral water. His body cracked and dried and pulled into itself for an escape.
He'd hatch from himself, desperate for an out, and be made small and more mortal. He still looks about the same, just much smaller (though still about as convenient as trying to fit a draft horse in your house).
so. when I first drew this AU, I decided that he'd crash through the roof of his old apartment (see first image). BUT upon further thinking, I think the apartment gets swallowed by the main trunk of Sam's growth, and people in it move away. either way Sam busts through someone's ceiling
Either way, everyone thought Sam was dead. They struggled to believe that the man who took them under his wing got personally plucked into space by Cthulhu, turned into Earth's savior, and then burst from his own desiccated corpse. But it was him, it was Sam, and eventually they welcome him.
Joel, Sophie, and the ratbaby were left abandoned by Sam. I haven't decided who, yet, but someone else in his circle of friends takes them in (current options are: Hellen, Sybil, and Lyle on the fringe as a weird "family friend"). The three kids live together into adulthood.
Sam struggles to communicate verbally at first. He can get by simple emotional states with whistling or huffing through his spiracles. It takes time for him to remember how to speak words. His mind can drift or lag; after so long being infinitely sprawling and complex, he's cornered himself into something humanlike again, and he struggles with adjusting. He also moves weirdly. He's just struggling in general.
Miscellaneous dynamics (not exhaustive):
The kids have a lot of weird feelings about him. With age they gained a greater understanding of what exactly happened during the apocalypse and why, like the killing of Joel's family and Sophie's mother.
Hellen, even if not a primary caretaker, still cares for the kids. She works in a little gardening center. She softened slightly with time, also in part due to helping with the kids, but still remained imposing. Extremely bitter at Sam at first for not engaging with any of them that he was still alive.
Lyle, assuming Sam was dead, tried and failed to develop the photo. He grieved in his own, admittedly shallow way (barely knowing Sam beyond infatuation). He moved on with everything and helped with the kids where he could; first because he reasoned they were Sam's kids, but he did be in their lives from a place of good in his heart, and he cares deeply for them. Sam coming back kind of throws a wrench in his whole new and normal life. He feels really intensely weird about the realization the protector of earth was Sam, was there all along, and he didn't know or engage with Sam beyond the level everyone else did: He provided aid and did not communicate.
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Adding a lightened version because this looks so much better on the tablet I drew it on and the moment I transferred it to the laptop it darkened CONSIDERABLY and ate all my lineart.
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