Welp. I'm finally doing it, and just making my own AU/Rewrite for all of my various headcanons, theories, and ideas about this game.
Ever wonder what the heck Givanium really is? Why, if these people are experimenting with a substance capable of creating life, they chose to make a KINDERGARTEN of all things with it? Who Adam Uthman even is and what his plans are?
Ever wonder what the characters "Hellish" forms are and how they work? How these Givanium creatures work? How Banban seems to have been from the lower levels, yet Bittergiggle didn't seem to know him (not knowing he identifies as Uthman) and somehow Syringeon does? What the Kingdom was like both during and before the failed revolution, how Bouncelia trapped Dadadoo and the Naughty Ones in her pouch, and how the pouch works? Why tons of Syringeons kids speak different languages? Why Bittergiggle snapped went rouge/crazy and HAD to tell that joke, why and HOW he made those clones, and how that ONE Toadstar fatally wounded him when he'd been hit by so many before?
Ever wonder Who or What the heck is Z O L P H I U S ? ? ?
I too have been thinking about and wondering about all these questions and loose ends that the Euphoric Brothers have left us with, and in this AU/Rewrite I do my best to fill in various plotholes and answer questions with my silly little headcanons and theories I've come up with! And it's also an "Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies AU" as well, so all the characters that have died so far and any characters who may die in future games won't be dying in this AU/Rewrite.
This post will be kept pinned onto the top of my profile. All posts I make make in relation to this au will have the tags "project: garten" and "project: garten au", and I'll be adding links here to all posts I make that involve this AU!
Thank you for reading this far if you have, and please feel free to send me asks and questions about this AU/Rewrite!!
I saw you Bittergiggle art and the comic you're making with Toadster saving him, and I just knew I had to follow you, and boy was I right! Project: GARTEN sounds AWESOME! I can't wait for what you've got cooked up!
Question: Will there be any focus on Bittertoad in this, or not? Cause I'm fine with either way, just curious.
Thank you so much!! It makes me so happy to hear that people are enjoying my art and my silly little ideas! And to answer your question-
Yes, there will be Bittertoad in my AU/Rewrite. There are a smallish handfull of ships which will be happening in the AU, and Bittertoad is definitely one of em! And while they aren't the sole focus of the AU, they and their relationship are definitely a part of it.
And about that comic of mine you mentioned with Toadster saving Bittergiggle; it's actually a part of the Project: GARTEN AU!! I've already gone and added the "project: garten" and "project: garten au" tags to that post too. I've kinda put it on the backburner for a bit, as there's some other headcanons and lore with the AU I'd like to touch on first to explain some things, but I want everyone to know that I am definitely still working on it! I actually not only have the thumbnailed sketches for the next two pages sketched out, but also the comic panel layouts for the next ten or so pages-
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S P O I L E R S A H E A D F O R M Y C O M I C
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(figured I should give a warning, in case anyone reading this would like to avoid any spoilers for the comic. the spoilers are somewhat minor, as there's no speech bubbles or text in the sketches, so yall won't know what's going to be said, but you can get a basic idea of what's happening from the sketches)
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LAST CHANCE TO AVOID THE SPOILERS! EVERYONE READING THIS HAS BEEN WARNED!
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All y'all can probably recognize the sketches of the first two pages :)
So... In a fit of boredom, I may or may not have gone and done something very silly and Garten Of Banban related, in a new save file of the warrior cats fangame "Clan Generator."
So, um... GOBB warrior cats AU, maybe? /J /HJ
Ignore the ages, I just went and made everyone young adults because I didn't want anyone turning into elders and dying of old age within five minutes of me playing.
Also I politely ask that the validity of "Fuchsiastripe" and "Dinostep" as valid warrior cat names isn't questioned /j /lh I know the names are silly but it's GOBB for goodness sake and I couldn't figure out better names for Syringeon and Kittysaurus XD
Mostly though I'm honestly just proud of how I got Bittergiggle/Bitterpurr's sprite to look-
So... In a fit of boredom, I may or may not have gone and done something very silly and Garten Of Banban related, in a new save file of the warrior cats fangame "Clan Generator."
So, um... GOBB warrior cats AU, maybe? /J /HJ
Ignore the ages, I just went and made everyone young adults because I didn't want anyone turning into elders and dying of old age within five minutes of me playing.
Also I politely ask that the validity of "Fuchsiastripe" and "Dinostep" as valid warrior cat names isn't questioned /j /lh I know the names are silly but it's GOBB for goodness sake and I couldn't figure out better names for Syringeon and Kittysaurus XD
Mostly though I'm honestly just proud of how I got Bittergiggle/Bitterpurr's sprite to look-
Don’t worry, as a treat once they’re finished discussing the serious traumatic shit they get to be floundering homosexuals. They are both pretending to know how to handle it
I just wanna say that I love your headcanon of Bittergiggle being completely and utterly oblivious to Toadsters crush-
Because in my au/headcanons it's the exact polar opposite XD
Like, I like to imagine (before the failed revolution) Bitters following him around like a lost puppy, trying to get his attention and wanting to hang out with him, and making jokes that double as awkward flirtation attempts. While meanwhile Toadster, in spite of having a bit of a crush as well, is just completely oblivious to it all. (i.e. "Jester, why're you here?" "Whaaat~? I can't just wanna hang out with the toadally amazing Toadster? My favorite sheriff? You make for ribbiting company!" "...Bittergigle, you just walked into the middle of an active crime scene I'm investigatin', please leave.")
"If you think I'll let you hurt one hair on his head-"
Been rewatching FMA:B as of late. Felt inspired to sketch up a Bittertoad doodle based on a certain scene/pose from the anime. If anyone can name the scene I'll give you a cookie.
What's going on in the context of this doodle though? Not sure honestly, feel free to use your imaginations. Toadster shielding and protecting Bittergiggle from (INSERT VILLAIN/CRIMINAL HERE).
It's 5am in the morning I'm goin to sleep now-
(Decided to re-reblog and add a small story. Enjoy~)
Mild Warning of harm and Givanium loss
His heart was hammering.
His feet were running, but he had no idea where he was going. All his thought process was currently swimming in an fear pulsing adrenaline rush cocktail filled in a deep, deep glass. And one or the other or maybe both were pushing him to chug for the glass.
The deep rumble of his pursuer only pushed him to keep chugging the mixture, nearly losing his footing as he took a sharp turn.
Why? Why, oh why, oh why why why WHY did he agree to this?!
He KNEW he shouldn't have agreed to help. Not with ANYTHING that involved humans! He knew better than to carelessly agree if he didn't know the full details!
The prick.
The scientist had withheld a majority of what was going on. Only being vague enough that something had gone wrong and they required help. Secretive help.
Help that WASN'T Reclamation Team.
Of course he said no. Of course he knew it would be stupid to agree. Of course he wouldn't change his mind when they pleaded and threatened him. Of course he stayed firm not to help them even when they 'promised' to bring him and a few of his friends to the surface.
Of course he agreed when they bargained him with a book filled with jokes.
He had been STUPID! A joke book?! He put his life on the line for a JOKE BOOK?! A STUPID BOOK HE DIDN'T EVEN GET HIS HANDS ON BECAUSE THE IDIOTIC SCIENTIST STILL HAD IT ON THEM WHEN THE THING THEY NEEDED HELP WITH AMBUSHED THEM AND TORE THE HUMAN TO SHREDS?!
GEE! HE REALLY HAD LOW VALUES!
Strings of colorful curses screamed in his head, so tactful and colorful that the Queen would have surely made him eat ten or so bars of soap for such language if she heard him speak of such foulness again.
Though maybe, just maybe, she would be more willing to forgive his potty mouth if she knew of the WALKING NIGHTMARE TERROR THAT WAS TRYING TO RIP HIM INTO GIVANIUM SHREDS!
He was ninety-eight percent sure that more the HALF of Syringeon's own experiments weren't as bad as this! This! This THING!
GOD, WHAT WAS EVEN CHASING HIM?! IT LOOKED LIKE A BEAR! O-OR MAYBE A BUG?! OR A TIGER?! A WASP?!
He didn't get a good look at it, but GOD he didn't want to! It had been terrifying to look at in the dark, he did not, under ANY circumstances, want to see what it looked like in the light!
A gurgling roar spiked terror inside him, ducking his head down just in time for something big, fast, thick, and disturbingly slimy, swiping right where his head had been mere moments ago.
Tears were spilling down his face, panic flashing in his mind.
He needed to escape. Screw whatever punishment he might get for not reporting this earlier or telling someone else, he needed to escape this thing.
Turns and dodges weren't going to save him for long, and the cocktail induced fear adrenaline was going to run out sooner or later. Hopefully much later than sooner. Much much later.
Green and purple eyes darted around, looking for something, ANYTHING, that could help get him out of this. He feet took him down narrow paths and small doorways, hoping his lanky thin body would give his the edge to stay ahead of the thing that was chasing him.
A part of him was glad he spent so much time playing with Kittysaurus. Those small races and play chases had helped keep him out of reach of this thing for this long, though this wasn't anything like those playful moments where he knew he wouldn't get hurt.
He knew Kittysaurus would never want to hurt him. She was too sweet and shy to do anything to anyone.
This thing wanted to use him as a toothpick.
At last he found his salvation when he spotted a crack in a wall. It looked big and wide enough for his to squeeze through, but it was small enough that his pursuer wouldn't be able to follow him.
Putting his remaining energy in his legs, he bee-lined for the crack, feeling the hot breath of the nightmare inducing monster getting closer and closer behind him.
The crack was about ten feet away.
Nine feet.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
He reached out his hand towards the cracks
Three.
Two-
Something heavy clamped down on his shoulder.
Heavy.
And sharp.
Hot jagged pain shot through his body, and before he had time to register anything, his feet were yanked off the ground, and his body was tossed around like a ragged doll.
Soundless screams were all he could manage as his shoulder was torn and shredded, the power from the shaking rendered his other limbs useless to do anything to stop it. Splatters of teal green came into his vision, spraying the ground, the floor, the walls, bits on the ceiling.
When it felt like an eternity, the creature flung him away like a piece of trash, hurtling him through the air till he collided with a wall, spiking the pain in his body to tenfold as he crashed to the floor in agony.
Air caught in his throat, his undamaged arm gripped his damaged shoulder, feeling the torn flesh, shredded clothing, and warm Givanium spilling out from deep wounds. Each pulse of his heartbeat made the wound burn something terrible, and he lost all command and feeling to his snake arm.
He wanted to scream, to cry out in pain and agony, but not a sound except pained choked gasps were all he could make.
Through the pain and tears clouding his eyes, he could see the blurry dark shape of the creature stalking slowly towards.
Panic and terror made his heart jump in fright, and he tried to get up and run, but his legs gave out beneath him, leaving him tumbling to the ground over and over again. His legs were suddenly heavy, quickly losing feeling and becoming sluggish to his wishes to move.
The cocktail drink had gone dry.
Reduced to crawling, he tried to put any distance between him and the thing, but he soon realized that there wasn't anywhere he could crawl to.
The beast he flung in to a deadend, boxing him in with no way out.
Panicked sobs filled the air as he tried, tried to find anything that could save him or hide him from the beast, continuing to push and crawl feebly to a corner.
He was quickly losing energy, and his legs finally gave out when he reached the corner. Tears were staining his fur as he stared at the beast, now really wishing that the bight of light that there was didn't exist and let him see parts of the grotesque creature taking its sweet time.
He felt sick just looking at it, and the pulsing pain in his body grew worse with each beat, tears running down his face like a waterfall as his mind spun.
He was going to die.
He knew he was going to die.
He was trapped, hurt, losing too much Givanium from his wound, and he was almost certain that the creature's bite was poisonous with how numb his limbs were feeling under the growing burn in his veins.
He was going to die.
He was going to die.
He was going to DIE.
A deep regret grew in his chest as he closed his eyes, thoughts of his friends and memories played in his mind as he wished he had more time, more chances, more moments to appreciate and apologies to his family for everything he ever did and wished he had been better in so many ways.
He wished that he had spent more time with them. He wished that he hadn't been a burden or a large annoyance that most of them saw him as. He wished that he had actually been funny so that he would have been usefully and more worthy in their eyes.
He wished he hadn't been so dumb and desperate to be funny when the scientist offered the book.
He wished he had gone to Syringeon, or Dadadoo, or the Queen, or even Toadster who were all more capable and perfect at their jobs and tasks.
He wished he had built up the courage to confess his feelings to his crush before he died instead of playful lame jokes to hide his fear of certain rejection.
With a choked sob, he accepted his fate, bracing himself for painful end of his existence as the hot breath of the creature was upon him, feeling thick drips of saliva dripping off long fangs.
"HEY!"
His eyes flung open as the terror monster let out a loud yowling, gurgling, gasping, hissing roar, rearing back and away.
Confusion pierced through his terror as the monster turned its focus away from him, his brain muddled and his vision spinning with darkness creeping up on the edges made it hard for him to make anything out clearly.
He could hear the thing roar and gurgle and hiss at the same time, thought he couldn't make out anything other than a big brown blob.
Oh, brown.
He liked the color brown.
Brown reminded him of security and safety and warmth... why did it seem so familiar to him?
His jumbled mind couldn't think straight as the brown blob danced around the larger blob, trying to remember where he'd seen brown before.
He squinted at the brown blob, licking his lips and wondering slightly if they always had this odd taste before.
Brown, brown, brown. Why was that so familiar to him? Brown, brown, brown, green, brown, yellow, yellow, brown, teal, green, black, brown, more yellow, brown-
Gold.
A hot iron cut through his mind, clearing his focus just enough to recognize a familiar face.
A familiar face who had slashes on his chest, dripping Givanium from his wound and missing his favorite hat on his head. A familiar face who dashed over and crouched down in front of him with panicked worry and terror on his normally calm and collected face. The little yellow star on his ruined vest was pale to the brilliant gold of his worried eyes with the assaulting smell of a thick swamp that liked to cling to the person's body that he loved, hated, and longed bury himself in at least one more time before he died.
"... sheriff."
Toadster's mouth twitched to a small grin, like he was trying to remain calm and collected while also trying to be reassuring. His eyes kept darting down, probably to the wound with how he grimaced and looked pained.
"Dear God, Bittergiggle. How do you you always manage to get yourself in situations like these?" Toadster huffed, yet there really wasn't much bite in his words. His eyes were filled with worry and his hand rested gently upon on his cheek.
He nuzzled into the touch, feeling waves of relief washing over him as the thick smell of swamp assaulted his smell from the webbed hand that held his face so tenderly. The warmth and gentleness of Toadster's touch somehow made all bad things disappear.
Until it rudely reminded them that it was still here.
He let out a small whine as Toadster pulled away, yearning for the Sheriff's touch of comfort through the sea of pain he was trapped in. Pushing his focus through the pain, he saw the creature had turned its focus back on them. Six or seven uneven small or large eyes glaring dangerously at them as thick drops of what he could only hope was just saliva dripped from its long saber-toothed fangs.
The Sheriff made a growl, placing himself in front, covering him while simultaneously protecting him from the danger before them.
"s-sheriff?" His voice trembled, wondering what in heaven's his cru-friend was doing.
He could see the creature stalking forward, looking angrier with each uneven step.
"If you think I'll let you hurt one hair on his head-" Toadster hissed, pressing himself closer as the creature drew nearer.
Renew terror awoke inside, now filled with dread and shame. Toadster was going to die. The creature was going to kill them both.
A whine of regret and self hatred left his lips, belittling himself for putting Toadster at great risk when only he should be the one in this situation.
"t-toad," He struggled to form his word, his vision blurring again as he tried to push the Sheriff's back. Not that his arms were responding. He lost feeling all but a while ago in all four limbs. "r... r-run-"
"LIKE HELL I'D RUN!" Toadster shot him a look, one he couldn't quite make out from the blurry view and mugginess of his mind. "I AIN'T LEAVIN' YOU!" He turned his head away, glaring at the creature that was crouching low, likely getting ready to pounce. "Not a chance. Not when I can still draw breath and protect you."
He didn't know what the Sheriff meant by that, and he really didn't have time to think as the creature was almost upon them.
But just as it was about to pounce, loud cracking popping sounds filled the air, and the creature reared back and let out its gargling hissing roar. More and more popping sounds filled the air, and the creature quickly turned and fled.
At this point, his vision was very blurry, and he could only make out a bunch of dark shapes with a large pink shape... or what, was it... fuchsia color...?
Everything was so... fuzzy.
Darkness crept up his vision, and his mind was slowly going blank.
The last thing he recalled was the brown color calling out and the pink or fuchsia or whatever was heading over before the world, and his consciousness, went dark.
I... The scream that I scremt when I saw this oh my goodness-
This fic is incredible and I had the biggest smile on my face reading it!! I love it, the whole explanation of what happened beforehand leading into these events, the the whole buildup of tension during the chase, the heartfelt interactions between Toadster and Bitters with Syrin coming in clutch at the very end. I especially loved the line;
"The little yellow star on his ruined vest was pale to the brilliant gold of his worried eyes"
I loved every second of reading this and wanna thank you for writing it, it makes me happy that my art inspired such an amazing fic!
At this point, with how many ideas and headcanons I've thought up for these games, I'm honestly just tempted to make my own AU/Canon-Divergence/Rewrite for Garten of Banban-
So, Hellish Syringeon lives up to the forms namesake in every sense of the word. The guy is pretty much just as dangerous as Dadadoo's hellish form, and Syringeon's whole being becomes a weapon, his eight arms having deadly claws coated in tetrodotoxin, and his head and tail able to act like pendulum blades, his head split open into a gaping maw of teeth, and his agility increased by tenfold.
He tears through the site personnel's armed forced both figuratively and literally, carving a swath of wreckage in his wake. The surviving guards and scientists try to evacuate, but Hellish Syrin is just as much of a persistent dickhead as his normal form and he gives chase for as long as he can, picking off more humans along the way. Like, I imagine at one point Uthman and the others managing to get into a room, closing and locking down a door behind them, thinking that they're safe, before Syrin's head just crashes through the wall and door like an ax blade cutting through a tree, the chase once more back on.
And most horrifying for Uthman and the humans, I imagine too at some point they manage to deal a fatal blow to Syrin by just completely decapitating him (somehow, not sure how) only for his head to just reattach and heal within moments. Hammerhead Flatworms are nicknamed "Immortal Worms" for a reason, and that regenerative healing amped up to 110% power due to Givanium makes Syrin essentially unkillable.
For the first time since starting all this research into GV, Uthman feels true fear and abject horror at what he's created and the danger it poses.
Eventually Uthman and the few remaining surviving personnel manage to make it to an elevator and escape, Hellish Syrin unable to follow despite all his attempts and screeching and clawing. Hellish Syrin then slinks back the way he came, lost in the haze of rage and bloodlust that is the Hellish form. Dadoo approaches him before he can reach the kingdom, having been watching Syrin's hellish rampage from a distance in both lovestruck awe and horror, though Syrin being lost in the haze just screeches and attacks him too. Dadoo is able to dodge and hold him off somewhat, trying to snap his platonic husband friend out of it. Though hellish Syrin just continues his attack and tries rushing for the kingdom gates and the others cowering behind it, Dadoo lunging into his way to stop him.
Though what ultimately stop him is his eldest son Liam (I headcanon Liam was his first kid) rushing to put himself between his father and Dadoo, begging his dad to calm down and come back to them. The sight of his eldest child managing to pull a small part of Syrin's psyche out of the hellish haze, ceasing his rampage, and after a few moments starting to rasp out a single word over and over "...Hurts...hurts..." (another headcanon of mine, if the mutants are in constant pain on a regular basis due to the GV giving them life, then an overdose of GV probably leaves them in agony)
His friends manage to coax him into some dark and secluded area in the kingdom for him to rest and recover while the hellish form wears off, Syrin repeatedly puking up GV as his body works to rid itself of the excess of it. Dadoo sits with his platonic husband friend the whole time until he's recovered. Bouncelia looks after Syrin's kids for him in his absence. Toadster guards and patrols the entrance to the area so no one can bother the guy while he recovers. And Bittergiggle and Syrin's kids repeatedly visit to check in on him. And within a few days, Syrin is back to his normal size and form.
As for Uthman and the others meanwhile, this incident ends up being one of the main reasons they end up giving the mutants that ultimatum of "Stop the revolution or we eradicate you all." Uthman, who had been very adamant about not wanting a single one of the cases killed. now left in abject horror of the destructive capabilities of his creations. Realizing the consequences of him having played god with GV, and feeling like Icarus with wax melting down his back.
I just had a cool idea for a whole scenario and headcanon-
Syringeon has gone into his "Hellish" form one single time since he was made, the first, last, and only time he's ever done so.
(I have tons of ideas and headcanons about givanium and what exactly the "Hellish" forms of the characters are, though I haven't really touched on them in any of my posts yet. Basically though I headcanon a character mutates into their Hellish form via one of three mean; either an overabundance/overdose of GV ((i.e. LittleBeak falling into the barrel)) which can be undone via purging the body of the excess GV, a drastic lacking of GV like blood loss from an injury ((a character getting hurt and then acting like when a boss fight has a 2nd phase)) which can be undone just via healing the individual back up, or the outlier of the three being that odd "modified Givanium solution" that's mentioned in notes)
Anyway though, new headcanon/idea; Syringeon has mutated into his Hellish form one single time in his life, and it was in order to protect his family and friends on Layer-4.
I had an idea for a scenario that happens around the middle of the failed-revolution-arc, a team of armed site personnel are sent down to Layer-4 in an attempt to quell the mutants growing revolution, quelling quickly turns into threatening and the situation spirals into a full on attack. Most all mutants who can fight back do, but things go wrong and everyone ends up needing to fall back to the kingdom. Syrin ends up staying behind to buy the others more time.
Syrin heads back to the attacking armed force of humans, manages to easily take a few down, but is quickly and severely outnumbered by the site personnel and surrounded. He bides for more time by getting into an argument with Uthman, who's also there, but not even that plan holds out for long before Uthman is giving orders for the guards to take down and capture Syrin so they can continue onto the kingdom and the other cases.
Syrin starts panicking as the guards start to close in on him. He's damn near impossible to kill thanks to his hammerhead worm genomes letting him heal and regenerate, but he can still be subdued and restrained, and if that happens then the guards will get to the kingdom. Not only will his family and friends most likely get hurt, but he won't be there to heal them up either. Syrin is panicking and wracking his brain for a way out, before a realization suddenly hits him-
He and the guards are currently at a location in the facility that's an upper floor overlooking a lower floor, and not only that, but there's a multitude of very large GV barrels scattered around the lower floor bellow. Some of which have been left open with no covering. Syrin knows what he has to do, and is cringing at what he knows is about to come, but knows that he has no other choice if he's gonna hold the humans off to protect everyone.
Syrin makes a break for it, managing to duck and dodge past the surrounding guards and getting only a few gunshots as a result, before running full-tilt to the nearest balcony and just fucking vaulting over the railing. Diving headfirst into an open vat of GV.
His last thoughts before losing consciousness are "I won't let them get to my family." followed by "It hurts it hurts ithurtsithurtsITHURTS-!" before the world went black for him.
The guards and the site personnel all crowed around the spot of the railing the case had jumped over, and look over the edge at the open vat of GV down below that the case had disappeared into, their blood running cold as they realize what's about to happen...
And after a moment, a hand emerges from the teal liquid and grabs the edge of the vat, mirrored by a second hand on the other side. Followed by another hand, and another hand... and another, and another, and another, and another. A horrifying amount of hands and arms emerging from the GV to grip the edges of the vat, while a horrifyingly large and mutated body hauls its way up and out of the liquid. The mutant now more than long enough that once his pendulum-like head is pulled up, he towers over and looks down on the humans on the second floor. And just-
Thank you @asmodeus-682 !!
I like to headcanon that Syrin cares deeply for all of his friends and family and kids, he'd put his life on the line to protect them if it came down to it, and despite his gripes and complaints he always makes sure that everyone is safe and healthy... It's just that he's also an arrogant, irritable, egotistic, smooth talking, stubborn, dickhead, with a horrifically short temper and terrible bedside manner. And he hides the fact that he cares behind all that mess of his personality XD
I just had a cool idea for a whole scenario and headcanon-
Syringeon has gone into his "Hellish" form one single time since he was made, the first, last, and only time he's ever done so.
(I have tons of ideas and headcanons about givanium and what exactly the "Hellish" forms of the characters are, though I haven't really touched on them in any of my posts yet. Basically though I headcanon a character mutates into their Hellish form via one of three mean; either an overabundance/overdose of GV ((i.e. LittleBeak falling into the barrel)) which can be undone via purging the body of the excess GV, a drastic lacking of GV like blood loss from an injury ((a character getting hurt and then acting like when a boss fight has a 2nd phase)) which can be undone just via healing the individual back up, or the outlier of the three being that odd "modified Givanium solution" that's mentioned in notes)
Anyway though, new headcanon/idea; Syringeon has mutated into his Hellish form one single time in his life, and it was in order to protect his family and friends on Layer-4.
I had an idea for a scenario that happens around the middle of the failed-revolution-arc, a team of armed site personnel are sent down to Layer-4 in an attempt to quell the mutants growing revolution, quelling quickly turns into threatening and the situation spirals into a full on attack. Most all mutants who can fight back do, but things go wrong and everyone ends up needing to fall back to the kingdom. Syrin ends up staying behind to buy the others more time.
Syrin heads back to the attacking armed force of humans, manages to easily take a few down, but is quickly and severely outnumbered by the site personnel and surrounded. He bides for more time by getting into an argument with Uthman, who's also there, but not even that plan holds out for long before Uthman is giving orders for the guards to take down and capture Syrin so they can continue onto the kingdom and the other cases.
Syrin starts panicking as the guards start to close in on him. He's damn near impossible to kill thanks to his hammerhead worm genomes letting him heal and regenerate, but he can still be subdued and restrained, and if that happens then the guards will get to the kingdom. Not only will his family and friends most likely get hurt, but he won't be there to heal them up either. Syrin is panicking and wracking his brain for a way out, before a realization suddenly hits him-
He and the guards are currently at a location in the facility that's an upper floor overlooking a lower floor, and not only that, but there's a multitude of very large GV barrels scattered around the lower floor bellow. Some of which have been left open with no covering. Syrin knows what he has to do, and is cringing at what he knows is about to come, but knows that he has no other choice if he's gonna hold the humans off to protect everyone.
Syrin makes a break for it, managing to duck and dodge past the surrounding guards and getting only a few gunshots as a result, before running full-tilt to the nearest balcony and just fucking vaulting over the railing. Diving headfirst into an open vat of GV.
His last thoughts before losing consciousness are "I won't let them get to my family." followed by "It hurts it hurts ithurtsithurtsITHURTS-!" before the world went black for him.
The guards and the site personnel all crowed around the spot of the railing the case had jumped over, and look over the edge at the open vat of GV down below that the case had disappeared into, their blood running cold as they realize what's about to happen...
And after a moment, a hand emerges from the teal liquid and grabs the edge of the vat, mirrored by a second hand on the other side. Followed by another hand, and another hand... and another, and another, and another, and another. A horrifying amount of hands and arms emerging from the GV to grip the edges of the vat, while a horrifyingly large and mutated body hauls its way up and out of the liquid. The mutant now more than long enough that once his pendulum-like head is pulled up, he towers over and looks down on the humans on the second floor. And just-
