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Finally.... Gator Mutant Geoff full design.....

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Concept sketches and close-ups for my Horror mutant Geoff AU!

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The Stranded and The Scaly

Chapter 14: A day to recover

Day 8

Chapter warnings: Vomit, blood

Ba-dump.

Ba-dump.

Ba-dump.

Geoff's heart pounded in his chest loud enough for Ezekiel to hear it from a few feet away. At least it was beating a little slower than before.

Geoff was currently laying on his back with the baby gopher clutched to his chest. The weight on his chest provided by the gopher was strangely comforting, and it was helping to keep him grounded. He briefly recalled a breathing exercise Bridgette had taught him last year, maybe it could help him calm down.

He took a deep breath and held it in, counting in his head.

1...2....3...4.

On the fourth second, he exhaled slowly.

Huh, that made him feel a bit better. After four seconds of holding his breath, he repeated the exercise.

Over at the small stream in the cave, Ezekiel was wringing water out of a small piece of cloth. Geoff focused his eyes on him as he walked over. Zeke gently brushed a lock of hair out of Geoff's face and began to wipe away the blood smeared around his mouth with the damp cloth. The gesture was strangely soothing, Geoff thought as he sighed quietly. While he cleaned Geoff's face off, Ezekiel began to stroke his thick, blonde hair. Geoff couldn't help but let out a weak purr as his eyelids grew heavier. In the next minute, he was fast asleep.

When he noticed Geoff was out like a light, Ezekiel took this as his cue to continue with the cleanup job he was doing. After washing the cloth out, he began to scrub the blood off Geoff's claws. It was a tricky task because of how much blood was caked under them, but there was nothing a little elbow grease couldn't fix. Geoff had really gotten roughed up, hadn't he? Ezekiel took a moment to rest his head on Geoff's chest and feel the slow rise and fall of it as he breathed. For a cold-blooded mutant, he was surprisingly warm...

Ezekiel just couldn't help himself from falling asleep as well.

When Geoff woke up, he was aware of three things. The grime that had been scrubbed from his claws, Ezekiel using his chest as a pillow, and the overwhelming nausea he felt.

Moving Zeke and the gopher off his chest, Geoff bolted to the stream in the cave and hunched over in front of it. He retched. Bloody chunks and bile erupted from his throat and spewed into the water. Oh, how it all burned. This was worse than the time his friends had triple-dog-dared him to eat that muffin out of the cafeteria trash. He regretted going berserk on those wolves, because they were messing him up from beyond the grave. As he laid on his side and clutched his stomach, he was distantly aware of a small, calloused hand rubbing his back.

"Zeke?... is that you?.."

He recieved a grunt of affirmation in response.

"Man, I'm so sorry for causing trouble.. I didn't mean to go crazy out there, I couldn't help it! I-" Geoff's words were silenced by a loud sob coming from his own throat. Big, salty, alligator tears rolled down his scaly cheeks as he looked at Zeke. The smaller boy immediately cupped Geoff's cheeks and tried to wipe his tears away with his thumbs. After all he'd done, Zeke was still trying to comfort him. Geoff really didn't deserve his little buddy. He gently nuzzled into the smaller boy and whimpered quietly.

"Still need rest, come."

Ezekiel wiped Geoff's mouth with the damp cloth from before and guided him back to the spot he was originally resting in. Geoff laid on his back and held both Ezekiel and the gopher close, sighing contentedly. At least he got all those wolf guts out of his system. He felt a bit better now.

Geoff stared down at Ezekiel, who had snuggled into his chest and shut his eyes. He couldn't help but smile a bit, the little fella was like a kitten! He gently stroked Ezekiel's hair with his now-clean claws and recieved a small smile from the little mutant in return.

After a few minutes, Geoff let himself fall asleep once more.

Unbeknownst to the two mutants, however, they were being quietly watched. The cameras hidden all around the island had captured Geoff's massacre in high definition.

"Well, well, well! So Scott WASN'T lying after all!" A small cackle could be heard from within the dark studio.

"Chef, it looks like we've got ourselves a gator to trap!"

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The Stranded and The Scaly.

Chapter 13: The Wolves.

Day 8

Chapter warning: Gore descriptions, violence, Body horror?

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The gopher had finished eating, but now Geoff needed to find something to munch on before he got hangry. He wasn't a nice guy when he was hangry.

He turned and began his walk to the shore; fishing would be an easy way to get the food he needed. After his mutation, it almost felt like an instinct.

However, his thoughts drifted to Ezekiel. He had been gone for most of the day, and the sun was starting to set now, painting the sky with gorgeous hues of pink, orange, and yellow. If only Zeke was here to see it! Geoff hoped his little buddy wasn't too upset about his disappearance-- all he wanted to do was explore the cave! He didn't know he'd get caught up in a crazy cave-in!

As he walked, he thought it was weirdly quiet.... and lonely. He'd been walking for a little less than 10 minutes now, maybe he could take a break to snuggle with his little gopher? Geoff stopped and looked around, the gopher was nowhere to be seen. The gopher was gone. A spike of fear shot up his spine, and stress began to creep through his mind. That little guy was alone in this forest of mutant freaks, and it was peak prey.

Weak and defenseless.

Geoff turned and took off the running through the forest. He kept his eyes peeled for any sight of that chubby, pink beast.

He couldn't believe he just left it behind, what was he thinking?! God, he was so fucking stupid sometimes! Of course the gopher wouldn't follow him when he walked away. It was blind, for crying out loud!

Geoff ran as fast as his long legs could take him, taking note of any tree, shrub, or rock the gopher could be hiding behind.

He'd never forgive himself if that ugly little cutie was dead because of HIM.

A raspy howl could be heard echoing throughout the forest. Geoff ran faster.

As he crashed through a clearing, he was met with a sight that turned the blood in his veins to ice.

There was a pack of grotesque, mutant wolves.

And they were feasting on a mutant gopher carcass.

The freezing feeling he had previously felt in his veins was gone. All gone.

Blazing heat traveled up his spine from the tip of his tail directly into his brain.

He was seeing red.

His heart was pounding out of his scaly chest.

He couldn't keep a single coherent thought in his head.

The vicious predator within him had broken loose, and now it was taking over.

Geoff was still hungry, after all.

There was nothing he could do to stop the growl that tumbled from his throat, or the ear-splitting roar that followed.

Those mangy mutts messed with his little buddy, and they were gonna PAY.

With no control over his body, he charged forwards and lunged at the nearest wolf. Razor-sharp teeth pierced the canine's furry skin, blood sprayed. He just couldn't stop himself as he tore the wolf apart, ripping off chunks of it's flesh and scarfing them down.

From the corner of his eye, Geoff saw the rest of the pack retreating. If they thought they could just run away, they were dead wrong.

Geoff quickly abandoned the mutilated wolf corpse and bolted towards the others. They may have been fast, but they were no match for his far superior speed.

With a quick flick of his tail, he sent half the pack flying, wounding them enough to keep them from running in the process.

With half of the pack wounded, Geoff began to blindly swipe at the other half with his claws and tail, breaking their bones from the sheer force of the attacks.

The second all the wolves were downed, Geoff went into a frenzy.

He tore into each wolf, barely caring about the mess he was making.

The pungent scent of blood pierced the air, and the metallic taste filled his mouth.

It was nearly euphoric.

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Geoff snapped back to reality, his head now clear of the predator instinct. He was shaking. He stared down at his clawed hands.

Blood. His hands were dripping with blood.

As he took a moment to survey the area, that was all he saw. There was blood soaked into the grass and splattered on trees, bits of fur and flesh strewn about, it was a massacre.

Geoff felt weak, he wanted to vomit, but he knew what would come out. He was scared. Scared of himself, scared of what he had become.

Geoff stumbled backwards and collapsed under what he hoped was a blood-free tree. He dug his claws into the ground and threw his head back as he gasped for air. This couldn't be happening.

He felt like he could pass out at any second, he dug his claws deeper into the earth.

He could only hear the rustle of trees, his ragged breathing, and his pounding heart.

But just then, he felt something soft and warm nuzzle against his arm.

Geoff's eyes shot open and he stared in the direction of the sensation.

The little gopher had somehow found it's way back to him. His gopher..

It climbed into his lap and he immediately grabbed it, holding it close against his chest. He curled around the gopher protectively as his chest heaved.

Tears began to spill out of his eyes and pour down his face. He was so relieved. The carcass belonged to a different gopher, his little buddy was alive.

Little buddy.... Oh, God.

Ezekiel.

He needed to find Ezekiel.

Using the tree as support, Geoff got to his feet with the baby gopher curled up in his arms. He gave it a gentle, affectionate squeeze and began his journey back to the cave.

Ezekiel paced around the cave, clutching Geoff's lucky hat close to his chest. Geoff had been gone for hours. He had looked everywhere for him, but he'd lost Geoff's scent AND his tracks.

He'd lost Geoff, the love of his life, the only person who trusted him. He could hardly believe it.

Suddenly, footsteps. Slow and heavy footprints.

There were only two of them, so they couldn't belong to any animal.

But... he KNEW those footprints, he'd heard them before. He knew that rhythm.

It had to be Geoff.

Ezekiel whipped his head around, but the sight his eyes fell upon made his heart sink.

Geoff stumbled into the cave, dripping in blood and looking miserable. The blonde boy let out a pathetic whine and fell to his knees, letting his eyes meet Ezekiel's.

Ezekiel wrinkled his nose at the scent Geoff brought in and rushed over.

"Zeke, buddy... I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry..."

Zeke quickly hushed him and helped to maneuver him into a position where he was laying on his back, but Geoff refused to let the gopher go.

"You look sick, I take care. Just like before."

Ezekiel gently brushed Geoff's messy bangs away from his eyes and recieved a look of pure trust and vulnerability in return.

Ezekiel knew exactly what he needed to do now.

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Wait if Geoff is a mutant crocodile does that mean he’s cold blooded now?

I can just imagine him bundling up with a bunch of blankets next to a fire in the Canadian ass winters lest he start to hibernate. (Iirc cold weather makes cold blooded animals very eepy, or at least lethargic)

Technically, he's an alligator!

And as @perpetualexistence mentioned, he would enter a brumating state.

He would become sluggish and sleepy, but he wouldn't actually hibernate, since he needs to hunt for food.

His human DNA and gator DNA are fighting for dominance in his body. Sometimes, the gator wins, sometimes the human wins. (As you will see in the next chapter)

Luckily for him, he knows how to make a fire, and Ezekiel is there for cuddles!

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big alligator geoff catching the eliminated contestants from the catapult and giving them rides to Playa des Losers…

(mentally turning the angst/horror into fluff)

Those contestants would be scared SHITLESS at first

But once they realize he means them no harm? They're all good. And a ride on Geoff's back doesn't sound so bad!

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still a WIP but GAWDAYUM are gators hard to draw

Ok I NEED to draw this version of gator geoff because he's so silly to me

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If I could animate and my style was animation friendly I would so spoil the shit out of you with amvs and animatics of Geoff.

If vocaloid wasnt also expensive as shit I’d spoil myself and many many people with covers cause I refuse to use ai and I’d rather use a voicebank and time the SHIT out of it to even remotely sound like a character.

And hole dwelling reminds me sm of TSATS especially the chorus

The “we don’t belong in this world or that world” and the “we can’t escape so we won’t escape” lines hit hard to me cause both Ezekiel and Geoff are at the cusp of humanity but they can’t truly be human anymore and it OUGH same with the “let’s fall into the spiral of hole dwelling” “let’s fall together like best friends no matter where we go” “it’s not right but we’re so lonely” *bashes head in wall*

I swear I’m normal about your aus!

GIGGLES AND KICKS MY FEET

when humanity is against the both of them, Ezekiel and Geoff have nobody to turn to but each other. Geoff now knows that nobody's coming to save him, and he thinks that the world is better off without a monster like him. Geoff can't bring himself to let go of his past relationships, even though he firmly believes that none of them could ever love him the way he is now.

At least he has Ezekiel. His dear friend Ezekiel. Ezekiel who is hopelessly in love with him because he's the only person in the world who understands him right now.