When your Gameworld’s villain keeps destroying entire worlds, but you can’t bring yourself to truly hate him because you remembered how sad he was…picked on and alone…
But hey, Fold can’t really complain! I mean, all those people are dead now AND he’s got a hot kickass girlfriend so it’s a win all around!
Also I wanted to mess around with how fellow characters of the same “species”/model type would look! I imagine they’re all somewhat unique and take upon many different shapes and sizes :)
Decided to draw what Fold would’ve looked like when he was younger under my headcanons, along with young Scribble (She has a larval stage and goes through a metamorphoses so she looks goofy hehe)
Smaller chubbier lil Fold (When they’re smaller their third finger isn’t fully developed yet), then his more gangly youth years where he’s built like a beanpole, and then his adult years after he’s joined Syntax (bigger and more muscular from his rigorous training!)
Scribble, being a Utensil-Folk, is able to use her pencil hand to draw items into existence, and use her eraser hand to remove them! Larger items take far more concentration and energy, and tend to last shorter before they fade away. With the power of the Sketch-Core she should’ve been able to create much larger and more powerful objects, practically anything that she can draw, but due to the core being linked to the planet, and the planet being gone, she is only given a large boost to her existing powers.
Fold, being a Canvas-Folk, is able to shape-shift and alter his body into any form, as long as he knows how to become said form and has enough paper/mass to achieve it. When in these forms he’s given certain buffs that correspond with them, such as moving faster, seeing farther, etc. When he had the power of the Sketch-Core he was able to achieve any form he desired, along with granting him even more abilities with each form. Unfortunately after being defeated and losing the Sketch-Core, he returned to his normal state/strength.
Extras:
1st, 2nd, and 3rd phase health bar icons for Fold
Scribble’s design was inspired by my Pencil Sturbi skin in Creatures of Sonaria! (That’s why she looks fluffy! Though instead of having mini-pencil ears she has pencil shavings ears!)
It’s called the Sketch-Core not only because sketching is typically the first way to get the idea for a creation down, but also because the core itself is SKETCHy, since the planet will literally explode when Scribble obtains it…
Through the rubble she saw a large, looming silhouette, that was mostly obscured, but as the dust cleared she could see him more clearly. He had folded himself into a large wyvern, and she barely had a moment to process before he took to the sky and began to inhale, his mouth glowing black with the Sketch-Core’s energy. If she had dodged even a millisecond later she would’ve been completely fried by the sketch-beam that he fired, destroying everything it touched, including the floor. He swooped down to try and snap her up, but she was too nimble for him. He landed behind her and tried to bite her again, but only ripped away her backpack. He snarled and took to the air again, shooting out more beams and destroying more of the floor. It then dawned on her that she was running out of places to go, and that soon he’ll be able to snatcher up with ease if she doesn’t finish this soon. She looked for anything in the rubble to help her, but there seemed to be none. She was on her own now. She scanned the origami wyvern for any sort of weakness but found none. Any attack to his swinging tail merely bounced off his thick paper plating, same with his torso and legs. His wings would flare out when she got too close, knocking her to the ground and giving him an opportunity to strike. His head was not only where the beam came from, but was also full of razor sharp teeth! The neck was…the neck! It was merely a thin strip of paper bent around in a zig-zag shape! Now that she knew his weakness she just needed for him to land…
When she finally saw him dive back down to the rubble after destroying even more of the stage she knew it was her chance. He landed behind her once more, and when he went in for a bite she rolled backwards and rose her sword high in the air before slicing it down upon his neck. His now disconnected head shrieked and hissed as the body began to unravel and become undone. When the paper finally settled she saw there, under the strips of paper, was the Sketch-Core.
She was just about to grab it when she heard a rustling behind her. She’d heard that the Canvas-Folk could reform their bodies (albeit smaller) as long as their heads were intact, but she had always assumed it was a myth. She watched as the dragon head unraveled and refolded itself back into his original form. Now the tables were turned, and he could do nothing but watch as she grabbed the Sketch-Core and claimed herself as the Guardian of the Realm!
She could feel the energy flowing through her as a beam of light enveloped her body! And when the light finally cleared she was ready to protect her continent from-!
Game Over (Scribble):
Beams of red erupted from the ground as the land shook and shuddered. The rest of the castle began to collapse forcing her to run and avoid the falling boulders. She tried to reach over and grab Fold, but a large piece of stone fell between the two, separated them. WHAT WAS HAPPENING?! She looked out at the continent, which was fully visible from this height and watched in horror as it was consumed in beams of red. She didn’t even process the two odd looking people grabbing her and taking her into a strange contraption, nor did she even process the land shrinking away as the contraption took to the sky, to space, and to what lay beyond the GameWorld. Only one thought echoed through her head: “Was this my fault ?”
Game Over (Fold):
Fold on the other hand was more aware of what was happening, and tried to fight off his captors, but to no avail in his weakened state. He demanded to know where he was being taken, but received only a few chuckles as a response. When he arrived at the Syntax base of operations he was given Warrick’s offer, which he accepted. Due to his whole ability being to lead his hero to the win-condition, he quickly rose in the ranks of the Syntax Agents, eventually landing himself where he is now, third in command under Miss Information and Warrick. Oh yeah, and he totally thinks the whole planet exploding is Scribble’s fault.
