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if you ever decide to come up with a fictional language. you'd best understand what you're getting yourself into /lh
the camera temptation is strong.......
yes there's a snail timeline now. why not. here's 50 paragraphs
it IS. in fact. called snupestrine. it is a very tiny village instead of a city. it's pretty secluded and out in the middle of nature and very bug fables-esque
pivolo does exist in this universe but he's just a regular ass bird. i think he tried to take over snupestrine for a while and threatened to do bad stuff if they didn't get food for him but they eventually chased him off. EXTREMELY low stakes universe because i need one with how horrid my other ones are LMFAO
this is building on worldbuilding i already had set up for this snail character but in this world snails are magical creatures and their magic is centered in their slime. they don't really secrete it from their skin though, it's basically a saliva equivalent instead. all snails can blow slime bubbles and make portals with them but some of them also have specialized abilities that are unique to the individual
snierre is pretty similar to his human counterpart. he paints and knows how to make paint by mixing his own slime and natural dyes. he's Particularly in-tune with slime stuff and has a bubble above his head for this reason. he can shoot globs of slime from his mouth and he does have a slime form! he is also pretty intrigued by human stuff and has a basic idea of how to speak and understand english after doing some study
snene is also pretty similar! his abilities revolve around being able to summon instruments made of slime. he is Particularly afraid of humans and larger creatures and kind of just wants to stay far away from them
we know snuga but i'll elaborate on his abilities a bit. he can make slime vault poles and he can also use a slime ribbon to do a bunch of different stuff. he most often uses the ribbon like a rope so he can climb up stuff. he is the least afraid of humans and larger creatures
snalter!!!!!!!!!! his abilities mainly involve being able to ""take"" photos. basically, he can blow a slime bubble, and when it pops on a surface the slime will take the shape of whatever he was just looking at, in varying shades of green. he usually carries around little pieces of paper for this purpose. he can also blow bubbles that will make a bright flash when they pop in order to stun other creatures
i think snierre is around 1.5 inches tall, snene is around two, snuga is around one, and snalter is somewhere between snierre and snene
their voices sound slightly splatoony. i don't know how else to describe it LMFAO. sort of like how junior's voice sounds except it isn't higher-pitched
also YES of COURSE they are a polycule. the snails are in love and is the most heart-meltingly adorable thing you've ever seen
Ce n’est pas une mauvaise chose, loin de là ! Pierre est un homme bien. Un bel exemple de ce à quoi chacun devrait aspirer… Enfin, ce n’est que mon humble avis… Je ne peux pas parler en son nom, mais peut-être voudrait-il que tu sois qui tu souhaites être, sans… la pression de devoir lui ressembler trait pour trait.
…Les humains sont vraiment déroutants, Pierre Jr. Je suis sûr que tu finiras par le comprendre.
Silently, the artling listens— though it still doesn't understand very much. It takes it a good while to speak again.
"Si je ne suis pas lui, alors qui suis-je…?"
It's asked genuinely. Honestly curious. Filled with the sort of blissfully unaware innocence that only a child like it could have, contrasting the typical darkness that would be associated with such a question.
"Je veux l'entendre le dire." A tiny huff. "Mon nom ressemble au sien. Je lui ressemble. J'ai une voix semblable à la sienne. Ne devrais-je pas agir comme lui, moi aussi? Et faire tout ce qu'il fait? Et aimer tout ce qu'il aime?"
"Cela me semble logique…"
…Hum. Pierre Jr, tu te rends bien compte que tu n'es pas obligé d'être exactement comme Pierre, n'est-ce pas ? Tu es une personne à part entière.
"Quoi? Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire?"
"…Je veux être exactement comme lui. Il me rend heureux. Si j'étais comme lui, je pense que cela me rendrait heureux, moi aussi."
It's perfectly logical in Junior's mind. It remembers feeling happy when it chose to have a name so similar to his... and when it mimicked even his tiniest mannerisms, it made it feel happy, too. But, for some reason... it's continued to struggle with consistently matching his expression.
"Est-ce une mauvaise chose…?"
Eh bien, nous étudions l'art en nous penchant sur des aspects tels que la technique… l'histoire de l'art… ce genre de choses. C'est en fait assez difficile à expliquer, Pierre Jr.
"…Oh. Je ne comprends pas vraiment. Mais si papa le fait, je devrais le faire aussi, non?"
A pause. The artling puts a finger up to its chin, seemingly in thought. Its expression becomes a bit gloomy for a moment.
"J'ai fait un rêve. Je veux encore lui en parler. Quelqu'un m'a montré comment peindre d'une nouvelle façon. Une nouvelle… technique. Je veux voir si je peux le faire dans la réalité."
"Je pourrais essayer de le faire maintenant. Mais je veux qu'il voie d'abord. …J'espère que ça marchera."
Pierre Jr., penses-tu que tu aimerais aller à la même université que ton père ? Tu sais, EdAN ? Pour y étudier l'art?
"...Hein?"
"Je sais que l'université est un lieu. J'y suis en ce moment même. Que voulez-vous dire?"
It really doesn't know much beyond that. It hadn't really considered that the university was anything more than a location that people lived in. It doesn't even have a concept of what "school" is yet... which was probably something that should be remedied sooner rather than later.
"Les gens étudient l'art ici? Comment fait-on pour étudier l'art? ...Est-ce qu'on le regarde longuement?"
He wasn't really sure how the other would respond. It was literally a joke. Genuinely, he's not a numbers guy but what were the chances that he was right on the mark, understanding context clues and everything to piece together the actual names of the friends the little guy had. That would be... Ridiculous... H. Huh.
Wh--... His giggly expression drops as the other looks at him in shock.
... Y--...
...You know what, maybe he is a wizard, at this point. There is no WAY he managed to get all three of the names on point. W. Okay. Th. This whole situation is fully and wholly ridiculous, but what meeting of two Gugas wouldn't be at least a bit silly? But wow. Okay. He should buy lottery ticke--... No, he's not even going to finish that thought, he's not dumb enough to gamble. As funny as it is to make gambling jokes.
It's not like the other needed to list off the other's names to confirm it given the expression prior, but you could see the dancer's brows raise when the other makes the gesture to confirm that. Y. Yeah. Guys being dudes. He's not gonna worry about it.
"Uhhhh..." He appears flabbergasted that he got it right, still, as he points to himself once again, "... Pierre. Rene. Walter." Awkward pause. "K. Kit. Kitori... me." That means friend or something like that, right. Or did he just make himself look even stupider. Uh. What language is this, even.
...Oh. Huh. He almost looks surprised, too. Was that a lucky guess...? He hopes so. He doesn't really know what he would do if his human counterpart was a wizard. Run, probably. And feel kind of sad while doing it.
But... it seems like the other has friends, too. Their names were a little different, but they were almost exactly the same. It seems like just the beginning letters were different. That's probably how he was able to guess...
He's incredibly curious about his friends. If Guga looked like that, what would they look like as humans?
Hm...
Snuga thinks he has a plan to get Guga to show him. He and his friends lived together, so that should logically mean that Guga and his friends lived together, right? Maybe, if he shows him one of them first...
Snuga's body pops out of his shell. He scans around the room, looking for a suitable place to make a portal, and sees another sock on the bed. The little snail walks up to it, blowing a transparent green bubble that pops and forms a film on its opening. Then... he steps inside of it, disappearing.
He's gone for a decent while. Then, Snuga comes back, stepping through the film. But he's pulling someone along, a hand in his grasp— a hand that was still very small, but considerably larger than Snuga's own.
Two snails emerge from the portal. A tiny finger points at Guga, then gestures back to himself.
"Loko kama." (Look same.)
"...Li." (...Yes.)
Part of him wasn't exactly sure if he should expect a reply that he would understand. Honestly, it kind of bummed him out that he couldn't really understand Pierre Jr without a live translator at all times... Those automatic translation apps are not good with French, it seems. At all. Even Rene knew a bit more than him, somehow... Alas.
Guga at least has the common sense to give the other time. Maybe a courtesy that wouldn't be given if the other clearly wasn't. Another him. Seriously, there's this, Gameshow Host... How many hims were out there? For that matter, how many of the other three were out there..??? Maybe they should all get together and pick off Pivolos one-by-one! Then NOBODY would have to deal with those thieving birds or... Whatever form they took on, in alternate worlds.
Ahhhh. That would be the dream.
He watches as the other's little arm comes out, points at itself, and...
...Snrrk. Sorry. Sorry, he knows it's rude, but. Okay.
"What, is there also a Snierre, Snalter, and uh. Snene?" A small snicker as he readjusts his position a bit, "Is this your whole thing? Buggin people?" Said as if that also wasn't some of his song and dance.
...why is he laughing? What was so funny? This was supposed to be the other way around, wasn't it?? Bigger creatures didn't usually laugh at him. Usually, they got angry... others screamed in surprise. Sometimes, they seemed to think he was cute, and they tried to pet him. He usually left when that sort of thing started to happen.
But... hm. Guga. Snuga. If they looked so similar, and had similar names, maybe they had similar personalities, too...? Maybe he found it funny in some way. It found him funny in a way, too.
...
What.
How did he know the names of its friends?????????? What????? The little creature's mouth opens in shock, antennae sticking straight up. Is he a wizard??? It's supposed to stay away from those. Even Snuga knew not to mess with wizards. Any snail would know that.
This is a lot for its little head to wrap around. Somehow, he knew. It nods once its shock has worn off a bit, inadvertently correctly answering both of his questions.
"Snierre. Snene. Snalter." How does it communicate this...? Eventually, it decides to put its hands in the shape of a little heart. Humans seemed to understand gestures and symbols easily.
"Kitorimi." (Friends.)
Don't worry Gameshow Host, she'll be fiiiiiiiine. There's only so much you can do! Against the horrors™️!
"...yeah. I guess you're right."
The Gameshow Host twiddles his thumbs, lying on the couch in the living room of a very large house. It wasn't nearly as well-kept as someone else's, but you couldn't exactly call it a mess, either. Notably, there are a large amount of video games and consoles shelved inside the entertainment center.
"It just SUCKS!!" he suddenly starts, throwing his hands in the air. "I just wanted to have her on my show, but then all of that happened! I knew something was really off about FRIEND, I just..."
After a long pause, his arms flump back to his sides.
"...I guess I was too much of an idiot to really do anything about it."
How are you holding up, Gameshow Host? That was pretty scary :(
Honestly, he doesn't know. He was just expecting to have a nice, normal (okay well maybe not normal because there was a giant scary cat it wasn't ever gonna be normal with that as a factor) episode... but he ended up being grabbed. And... meeting God. And... seeing a picture of himself...
. . .
"I'm fine! I-I'm... fine. I mean, uh... y-yeah, it was... pretty scary, but uh..."
He swallows, rubbing at one of his arms.
"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I... I just feel... so bad for Mari, you know? S-She was... really scared, too. And she's just a little kid... I... really wish I could've done something more for her..."
A sight to behold. Yes. That... Was one way of putting what she was witnessing.
Mari, also... Can't really take her eyes off of Messie. In all of her existence, in all of her travels... She's never seen anyone like that. The kitten has bore witness to beasts of many sizes, varying levels of scary, but this was... Something else. Something she could not grasp the full and sheer power of. She's shocked she could've even asked the host the question, but.
...
"God?" Mari quietly parroted, now even more confused. She's heard that word tossed around like crazy, the more she thought about it. God-like, oh my god... That sort of thing. Something massive. Something that people prayed to. Something that...
...Shouldn't be in front of her right now, right? Her gaze follows The Gameshow Hosts. Her expression is unreadable as she glances over at FRIEND. Despite everything, she... Almost wants to warn it. Whatever you do, don't... Do what you're about to do. Just walk away. Walk away, plea--
-- Mari visibly recoils. When the other cat slashes.
Bad. It was a bad idea, yes. Her pupils shook when she saw those flowers, specifically, being slashed away. Even from the comfort of this little bubble doing everything to keep her stress and senses dulled, her confused expression drops into stunned shock. The flowers cry out in a language she doesn't understand, but they cried.
She... Is finally able to look away when the vines grasp at FRIEND. Mari can't bear to watch, for what felt like dozens of reasons. Why is she shaking so much? Maybe she's just unsure how to feel about... Everything. All of this was so confusing, and she just wanted to play... What... Went wrong? She didn't do anything, so...
...Despite being shielded right now, her senses are still completely and utterly overwhelmed. She can't help it as she clings onto The Gameshow Host's side, face pressed into him as her eyes were shut tight. She's shaking. She's scared and she feels bad that she's holding onto the other so tightly but she just...
Doesn't know what else to do.
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Those vines restrict it, keeping it quite firmly in place.
It hates having the hunt interrupted. It HATES that it was kept from reducing that sad excuse of a man into a vague HUSK like he should have been by now. He should have been sobbing, screaming for mercy, he should have been
MINE.
It's angry. It thought this little interruption was funny at first, but now? It's just infuriated.
You gave me this detour, and I can't finish it? What was the point?
"..."
Of course. It was outside of its own domain right now. Of course it would attract the attention of the one who ruled over this place, and of course it would be removed from such a place. Maybe you should have been quieter, like when you took that scientist-
It lets out a twisted yowl, segmented tail thrashing upwards. "HA HA! YOU THINK THIS IS THE END OF ME, DO YOU? PERHAPS... YOU NEED AN INTRODUCTION OF WHO YOU ARE TOYING WITH! SAY GOODBYE, CREATOR!"
That tail raises and sharply points downwards, some kind of dark-colored stars surrounding the tail of hell, an odd tune filling the air as it flies down towards the earth, a horrible miasma felt-
-before something grips the handle end of the tail, keeping it from piercing the ground. The miasma fades as quickly as it set in as a clawed hand reached out, effortlessly tugging the cat's back end off of the ground, in spite of the sheer size difference. Multiple legs struggled in the vines as FRIEND lets out a pathetic yowl at the movement, face squishing into the flowers.
The stranger hovered silently for some time, watching the cat struggle. Despite the blinding sunlight, they still appeared to have shadows surrounding them. Some kind of afterimage floating behind them as they simply... stared. At the cat.
"YOU... ARE... WASTING TIME. YOU ARE... DRAWING... TOO MUCH... ATTENTION. SETT-ING US... BACK... WITH YOUR... GAMES." The sound of a struggling voice echoes from within a visor, "COME... BACK. NOW. MUCH... TO BE... DONE."
It never lets go of FRIEND, in fact, it... collapses the cat's form into nothing but a sword of some kind, before letting it vanish in a ray of light.
...With FRIEND now out of the way, the new figure rockets off with no further explanation. Thank you, FRIEND, for now complicating everything here. So much for staying in the shadows.
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This is awful. Everything about this is awful and horrifying for the Gameshow Host. Seeing Messie utterly towering over all of them like that, that terrible cat yowling as it was restrained by vines...
...and Mari. Holding onto him. Obviously terrified. His heart aches, feeling her clinging onto him like that... he was scared, too. He wishes that he could have protected her from having to see this, somehow.
Silently, he brings her into a hug. He turns away fully from the sight before them, wrenching his eyes shut. His hands are shaking, but he doesn't let go. A tear quietly falls.
Messie stares intensely. Her breathing gets heavier. Why wasn't it leaving. She TOLD it to get out. She GAVE it a warning. But it wasn't listening. It wasn't listening and it was still here—
What is it doing.
Her twisted, disfigured expression still manages to display horror. She can feel that horrid impending sense of doom. It was about to do something awful to her world. It was about to destroy it. No. No. NO. NO. NO. GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT. DIE. DIE. DIEDIEDIE—
A massive, globby hand has reached forth, with intent to kill. But... something else has stopped the awful creature from whatever it was going to do. Someone else that she felt an incredibly threatening energy from.
Messie watches silently. Her hand trembles in the air. Eventually, both of them disappear. She stares at nothing for a long time, silently waiting until she could sense that the two had exited her realm.
In an instant, she's back to her normal size. The mess of vines and petals and thorns and torn flowers vanishes. It takes everything that she has to keep herself from falling to her knees. She almost lost her composure. Her world... was almost torn apart. She almost just lost everything.
But...
...she still smiles.
She turns towards the other two. She ignores the way her whole body is shaking. She continues to smile. She ignores the nausea she feels, seeing both of them so terrified.
"I am... so deeply sorry, about all of that. An awful, awful creature that was..." Messie blinks, pausing to glance down. That terrible miasma that had begun to set in...
"Mari." She interrupts her own thoughts and emotions. "You are called Mari, right? I can sense that you mean no harm. You might not be from this world, but... I think you fit in very well. I have no problems with you coming to visit. But..."
A quiet, trembling sigh.
"...I think it would be best if you left, for now. Just for a little while. I... I need some time. But I'll allow you to return later."
A blink. Mari is gone. She turns her attention to the Gameshow Host, whose sense of awe had returned in full now that she was right in front of him.
"I apologize for not protecting you sooner. I am deeply sorry for what happened to you. I will... do a much better job keeping you safe, from now on. I know that it isn't much, but... perhaps you could join us for some tea, sometime...?"
"................Uuuuuuhhuh."
...A weak smile. Suddenly, Messie seems to turn into a puddle that vanishes as quickly as it came. The environment around him fades, replaced by the reality of the studio.
...Yeahhhh he thinks he's gonna take a break from episodes for a while.
.......what was i even writing before i got into artius
Est-ce que tu ne peux manger que de la peinture, Pierre Jr.? Je sais que ton père aime les pâtes au beurre; as-tu déjà pensé à essayer ça?
"Des pâtes au beurre…? C'est quoi, ça?"
It's never heard of such a thing. It didn't know what "butter" or "pasta" was... what could it possibly be? If Pierre liked it, it should probably like it too, though... it might have to ask about that.
"Je peux manger d'autres choses. J'ai mangé la photo de Walter. Mais elle avait mauvais goût, alors je l'ai recrachée."
It's seen certain objects in the three's rooms that it's felt drawn to, too. But it was usually distracted before it could try putting them in its mouth.
"Je veux essayer de manger de la musique. Je trouve que les instruments de René ont l'air un peu appétissants. Mais je ne pense pas pouvoir en faire entrer un dans ma bouche. Et je crois qu'il tient à ses instruments. Si j'en mangeais un, il disparaîtrait, et cela pourrait le rendre triste."
He watches it retreat, and then it clicks. This... Other him. Is a snail..? Of some kind? Maybe he could be off the mark, but... Of all things. A snail-like creature. Guga shockingly doesn't make any more sudden movements or attempt to grab the other-- Lord knows that he'd be scared if some guy that could hold him in one hand tried to grab him, for a second.
... Guga watches intently as the other gradually emerges from it's shell. I. Is it weirdly egotistical to admit the other was a bit cute? Or was that like... A different term all together...
...Gradual head tilt. That... sure wasn't Italian the other was speaking. Dang it. Surrounded by little guys you couldn't understand... Cruel fate upon little gugar, here. He lets a gentle sigh, using a free hand to lightly rub at one of his temples.
"..." He points at himself. "...Guga." God, he feels like a caveman. He then points at the other. "...Also? Guga???" It very well could be a coinci--... No, he's already internally crossing out that notion, l... Look at the other. Come on.
It doesn't really know why it bothers speaking to humans, sometimes. They never understood it. Maybe there was something kind of amusing about how confused they looked every time...
...oh! He's still trying to communicate. It's never really been that interested in putting in the effort to actually converse with a human, but... he does look an awful lot like it. And it's kind of curious about that. He's interesting.
Especially considering that his name was also extremely similar to its own.
"..." The snail seems to deliberate for a moment, antennae moving up and down in thought. Then, a little arm comes out so that it could point to itself.
"Snuga."
Technically, his full name was Snoogabiniporomino... something. But he isn't gonna remember or say all of that.
Phoenix, uh... Have you ever considered prying into your other self's... Background? Or do you think it's merely parallel to your origins?
I have little reason to. I have more important things to put my focus into.
...
A pause. A moment of consideration, his tail waving a bit behind him.
Something about him is different, however. Beyond the obvious factors such as experience and appearance. From what I have seen, his body seems quite... fragile, in a way that mine is not. It appears to be capable of cracking and melting. My form is still capable of losing stability, but not in that manner.
...again, it is not something that I am currently concerned with. But I have felt some idle curiosity.