The best part of that video is that the owner found the ORIGINAL plush later on the beach and took another video with it after their grandmother stitched it back up
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Thinking about Home Alone from old man Marley’s POV…you’re a hermit who volunteers countless hours of his time in the winter salting and shoveling the sidewalks to make the neighborhood safer. Despite your kindness, the neighborhood kids whisper rumors about how you must’ve murdered your family, which are even crueler for how they remind you of your estrangement from your son.
It’s almost Christmas. The neighborhood is deserted, and you could swear you overheard some commotion about your next door neighbors, the McCallisters, going out of town for the holidays the morning after that storm that knocked the phone lines out, but you keep running into their youngest kid. He’s so spooked by you (rumors) that he accidentally shoplifts a toothbrush. Your inability to smile (estrangement) and bloody hand (shovel?) aren’t really helping the situation. But what can you do? You keep to yourself too much to know these people, and you don’t have any reason to suspect something is seriously wrong. You mind your own business and shovel your salt.
On Christmas Eve, you go to the local church for your granddaughter’s choir concert, because it’s the only way you ever get to see her. You encounter the neighbor kid again, alone—and it’s…weird? That’s weird, right? Maybe you’re not so great with estimating kids’ ages, it’s been so long since your son was a kid, but this one looks…roughly elementary school-sized? And sure, you live in one of those Mayberry neighborhoods where nobody locks their doors, but what’s this little boy doing out all by himself after dark? Come to think of it, he’s been all by himself every time you’ve seen him in the last few days. And what kid would choose to come to a boring ass church on their own? You ask him if he knows your granddaughter, thinking maybe he must have some connection to one of the performers, but no. He’s just here because he feels bad. Maybe about that toothbrush he stole?
You’re a little concerned, so you keep him talking. His answers to your questions are a little evasive, but he doesn’t say anything that alarms you, and he comes across as surprisingly mature. Maybe you misjudged his age? Or maybe the parents are into that new-age, free-range, Montessori parenting stuff that’s supposed to foster independence, or whatever. Considering your relationship with your own son, you’re certainly not in any position to judge others’ parenting. The kid even ends up giving you advice, nudging you to swallow your pride and reconnect with your family.
You go home. The phone lines are finally fixed, so you call your son for the first time in years. The conversation goes far better than you expected. Tears are shed on both sides, cursing all the precious time lost to pride. You make plans to see him and properly meet your granddaughter for the first time ever tomorrow. Then you hang up the phone because you hear a commotion outside. Two men shouting? This is a quiet street, and never moreso than on Christmas Eve. Something isn’t right. You yank on your gnarly-looking boots, grab your shovel in case shit goes sideways, and follow the raised voices across the street to the Murphys’ house.
The front door is open. Not a thing people do in Chicago in December. Looking around, the place has been ransacked. You’ve got a bad feeling about this. You tread lightly, but statistically speaking, you probably fought in one of the Big Wars, so you’ve seen some shit before. You’re not just gonna turn tail and run. You detect the sound of water running somewhere, but that’s not nearly as disturbing as the threats you’re hearing from the two male voices in the kitchen. You find these grown adults—who look like they must’ve gotten beaten up by a third guy?—about to hurt the neighbor kid. So you look at the shovel in your hands and decide that if the local kids are gonna call you the “South Bend Shovel Slayer,” you may as well make it count for something.
You can already hear the sirens approaching, so you don’t stick around to deal with the flood or see what happens to those two—you know how incompetent the cops are in this town, and you’d rather not get mixed up in some trouble when you’ve got plans to see your son tomorrow. You just wanna get this shaken-up kid home safely. Except...he's really not that shaken up? In fact, he's weirdly chipper. You know kids are "resilient" or whatever, but four hours ago, this one was telling you a story about being afraid of the furnace in his basement; why is he less rattled right now than you are?
You're so mystified that at first, you don't even notice nobody else is home. The kid ropes you into helping him "clean up some stuff" around the house. You gradually piece together that this "stuff" is the aftermath of an elaborate network of booby traps that would make the VC blush—Jesus Christ, kid, punji sticks are against the Geneva Convention!—and get a sinking feeling about the injuries those two guys had. Did this kid single-handedly fight off a pair of home invaders? Why is he smiling? You know the phone lines are back up again because you called your son earlier—why didn't he just call 911? Why is he smiling? How’d they get across the street, anyway? At the church earlier, when he said he felt guilty for doing bad things—what sins has he committed? Montessori parenting my ass! Why is he smiling?! What the fuck happened here?!
You don't want trouble. You don’t. Want. Trouble. All you want is to see your son and meet your granddaughter tomorrow. Clearly this kid is more than capable of handling himself if he can beat a couple of grown men half to death with unconventional weapons. Sketched the fuck out, you wish him a merry Christmas and go home, glancing over your shoulder the whole way.
You chalk it all up to some sort of A Christmas Carol-ass weird dream. Pretend it never happened. Reunite with your son. Mind your own business and shovel your salt. Now, though, whenever the neighbor kids whisper about you, you just eye the McCallister house uneasily. There is a dangerous monster on this block—but it sure as hell isn't old man Marley.
listening to a man break up with his partner on the train and the first sentence I heard was "I just don't appreciate you cheating on me six different times, once with my own father."
yeah actually hold on that's an important part of like, recovering from being a people-pleaser. it needs to be safe to express your feelings. like when you're unhappy with something. you need to know that you can express it and have that heard and respected and acted on. otherwise like, yeah obviously someone in your position COULD advocate for themself more but uh. the confidence to do that has to be cultivated. and it just so happens that cultivating that confidence is inconvenient for the people around you! Like it requires going out of your way, and often having lots of difficult discussions!! And if you're not doing that, knowing that the person in question is a people pleaser, then you're part of the problem!!!
how am I supposed to live with the knowledge that the weird "A Mule Mom's Story" irish vanner horse embryo transfer cartoon on youtube was based on a real living vanner horse and real mules at a real farm, in Ocala, 30 minutes south of my house in my shrimp study area.
what do you mean a business literally selling frozen irish vanner horse semen on the internet inexplicably had a cartoon produced to advertise their semen sales and equine surrogacy, which I then bumped into on youtube in the 2010s while looking at artists' animation reels. what do you mean the real-life horse semen farm sits on top of the charred and terraformed remains of the ancient shrimp forest, which I have spent the last eight years painstakingly reconstructing from leftover scraps of wild space.
what do you mean I have to get up tomorrow knowing all of this now
They’d be posting ”An exquisite day for a most elegant lady” and then a picture of the cutest tea party you have ever seen for a Gardevoir wearing a lovely little hat
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"It felt like I was being pulled out of him. The painter was losing something as he painted me."
[approx. 21 hours and 30 mins elapsed work time.]
I have studied this man's apartment to an absurd degree. It seems like nothing on surface glance, but man does it get dark.
humor me as i analyze god's saddest québécois
it's over 2k words. i've gotten out of hand with thinking about this dude. help.
Through the combination of the original painting's titles, we can (pardon the pun) paint a picture of the person Frederic may have been before all of this, as if we take Scared's words literally, the Original lost these things when creating his auto-portraits. These were significant enough to be observed by the visitor when he saw his painting for a second time, and thus altered him physically as he went.
He may have named them after the experience he had, but the aspect of himself they represent were all part of him prior.
Fear, Divine, Treachery, Confusion, Rage, Agony, Darkness, Blinding Light, and Faceless
I will go into what I believe the aspects these portraits "took" from him when being created below,
Fear: Scared Fred is the most prominent to me. He's built primarily from the pigment the Original had on his pallet in his sprite. That dreaded sky-blue. I do believe this ties them together fairly heavily, as fear was the first thing he felt when he saw the Visitor, and the fear of what had happened to his friend (?), Fabrice. (I'll get into why I put that question mark there later) leading me to come to the conclusion he was the first one painted. Scared Fred is also the most certain on the others not being the real deal, he also has memories of the Original's childhood to some degree. His unique ability to spread panic to your whole team is something worth mentioning as well.
This, in combination with the prescription medication you find in his bathroom, leads me to believe he struggled with Anxiety to at least a semi-significant amount. It was the first instinct his mind goes to, in terms of reacting to things. Scared Fred also exhibits trust issues, and agoraphobia as well.
Divine: Godhead's a bit of a strange one. He starts off the encounter by putting on a front, an act, of divinity. Making use of his appearance to try and sway Sam onto his side. Of course, if you show enough disinterest, he simply drops it. He knows he's not real, he remembers being painted pretty vividly, and simply wants to survive the civil war the apartment is engrossed in. Not to mention he believes the Original to be the most dangerous, and yet he can't bring himself to think of killing him, or the others. (I'll bring up the joint smoking w/ a different painting, I haven't forgotten about it.)
I believe him to have inherited the Original Frederic's ego, and self-worth. He's confident, in spite of believing himself to be a "gatdamn freak", and fairly laid-back. Also the whole "painting yourself as a god" thing- He believes himself to be the best-looking out of the nine paintings, saying the others just looked like barf in comparison to him.
His attacks are also all charm based, swaying your whole time to his side to fight you.
Might imply the Original was confident himself, at least about his appearance and art. Enough to play around with acting, and knowing how to work a crowd as well. Would make sense if he were a theater kid as well, honestly.
Treachery: Just how many goddamn paintings are trying to sway you onto their side? How many of them want you to believe that they're the real deal? Toxic's cunning, almost scarily so. He creates an army of paintlings to slow you down, fun accessories to try and prey on your greed as a player, in order to get you to do his bidding, and has learned to split himself into three parts in order to have better odds against you in a fight. He's the painting with the actual plan to kill the rest of the paintings. He's conniving, and yet the venom in his words really ruins the ingredients he's prepped for a terrifying encounter. His temper gets in the way, inviting you to attack him. He doesn't retreat to get another vantage point. He just insults you.
He spits insults and poison, throwing out whatever he can to hurt you and your team.
I think the original, while being intelligent, let his temper get in the way sometimes. May have goaded people into fights, likely as a defense mechanism when cornered. If you lose control of a situation, some people are willing to do anything to get some shred of it back. Toxic banks on the predictability of the player in order to try and get what he wants.
...There's also the fascination with hats? Maybe he liked accessorizing. I dunno.
Confusion: I think we can agree Wriggly's a fun one to talk to. Right out the gate he gives you the major indicator on picking out who the original painter was, putting a heavy emphasis on a red ring. The one you talked to to start of this had a green one- that instantly puts him in the line of suspicion. He's not nearly as good at acting, or coming up with excuses for his appearance like Godhead or Toxic. His way of speaking is almost nonsensical. He struggles to control his volume, hisses at you when attacked, and is quite expressive.
(Him being in a fridge is a thing I'll reference later)
I'm not sure how this funny guy has a connection to how the Original was before all of this, outside of his whimsy. Frederic does have comic books, video games, and other novelty items scattered about the house. There's a bit of playfulness there. Perhaps it was the confusion about just exactly what was on that canvas.
Rage: Despite the painting's title, Fred who Bites is... honestly a bit tragic. He can't control who he lashes out at, biting anyone who gets close- even himself. He expresses genuine remorse towards anyone caught by the teeth, and wishes he could have a normal life. He wants to get along with the others instead of fighting. If you let yourself die to him, he's devastated.
...He was painted with rage, rather than embodying it. A portrait meant to vent the disparity and decline of quality of the paintings being crafted after viewing the painting of the sky a second time. And I don't think he was painted by the Original because of that. His amorphous, shifting form is more reminiscent of the Faceless painting, and how it turned into the Face Taker.
He has a lot of guilt built up, and encourages others to stay away from him. He knows he struggles to not lash out when overwhelmed, and can't control it nearly as much as he wants to.
...Makes you wonder if all of the alcohol and empty bottles around the apartment, as well as the weed, was the original trying to dampen something else. Like how the tranquilizers get Bitey to stop hurting himself and others, to his own relief.
Kinda sounds like meltdowns, to me.
Agony: Tumor is a sad case. The embodiment of the pain felt during whatever transformation the Original may have been afflicted with- the agony of the paintings being created. He can't really speak, only writhing in pain. You don't find out much from this, aside from him wishing to be put down.
He's surrounded by pain medication, like he tried to take it for himself, but dropped the bottles, and couldn't pick them back up again. Godhead's smoking is also a form of pain medication as well, as he's likely trying to soothe the headache each painting seems to suffer from, and perhaps calm Bites down by proxy, given the short distance between their hiding spots.
Did the original suffer from a chronic pain condition? Is that why, if he were to be in on the hivemind, he's so nonplussed about the painting's continued existence? Was he just used to chronic headaches?
Darkness: Shadow's admittedly a bit underdeveloped. He hides in the dark storage, pointedly away from the side room the sky painting is stored in, and lunges out at you when approached. He just doesn't want to be looked at.
I could possibly theorize that he was made after Bright, the darkness left behind in the wake of witnessing the Visitor. Or perhaps whoever painted him had begun to see the Shades? I'm unsure.
Blinding Light: Another painting that was potentially mimicking the Visitor, like Scared. Bright is empathetic, caring, and altruistic. He suffers with the headaches the others are plagued with, but does not wish harm on them, only to heal. He has quite a bit of knowledge about that, as well. Notably checking for fractures, symptoms of illnesses, and fevers. He's also a bit naive, believing Sam to be wholly friendly, and lamenting about how he doesn't know what he did wrong if you were to attack.
This painting's existence is what keeps me from going down the route of "Original Frederic was an asshole", but rather "Original was likely an unintentional asshole". Bright immediately gets chummy with you, offering up whatever he can, simply because he's just friendly like that. Combined with Godhead and Toxic, Original may have genuinely wanted friends, but struggled to keep them, with outbursts like Bitey's hampering him and warding others away.
Faceless: Admittedly another one of my favorites. Described by Scared as: "I remember painting one that looked just like the real thing, but without a face."
"That one scared me the most. It radiated with malevolence."
You never actually confront the real Face-Taker, not how it was originally depicted. It is only after you confront him with the reality that he is not real that he begins to distort, becoming the monster you fight in order to return the Original's face.
That anger and resentment he holds for the other paintings- the ones with an actual identity separate from their aspects is something I find to be incredibly compelling. All he is, is the art he spawned from. How bitter would you be, if you were created for no purpose, but were unable to attain one as you are currently? And when he steals the Original's face, all he can do is masquerade to be him.
When you're incredibly good at one thing, people tend to tie that very heavily with who you are as a person, intentionally or not. Perhaps the original felt he was nothing without his art, and in creating that impression of a distant Visitor, and the subsequent decline in quality of his work, he felt himself losing who he was, becoming hollow.
Faceless also gives us some very interesting information about another individual we don't recall meeting, at least... not while they were still lucid.
Fabrice.
Or, as we encounter him-
The Rat King.
Fabrice and Frederic had at been friends at the very least, having met together for coffee when Frederic had shown him the painting that ultimately unleashed hell for the first floor in it's entirety. It's because of that painting, that so many people were turned into rats as Fabrice's failing mind led him into a vicious, infectious rampage.
Now, the Rat King drops three items. The Rusty Crown that lets you talk to rats, a Giant Rat Skull (1/4 chance), and the Filthy Ring (1/32 chance).
How odd, that that is something is so specific a drop for one enemy, at an incredibly low rate.
How odd, that one of the major indicators of the "True Frederic's" identity is tied to his ring. It's just about this one's opposite- gold with a red gem, rather than emerald and a tarnished silver-y copper.
It's also interesting just how close it is to Faceless' ring as well. Outside of simple game mechanics, why would they paint a ring deliberately incorrect? Perhaps to signify another core part of the Original's identity. Would he tie himself so heavily to this person, that when making a portrait signifying how hollow he felt, that he'd include a nod to the friend he just caused harm?
There's also another nod for just how significant Fabrice was in starting this chain of events. A friend pointed out to me that Wriggly's hiding spot in the fridge was a bit suspect, as none of the other paintings shared a room.
The trope of being "stuffed into a fridge" or "fridging" is when a loved one is hurt, killed, maimed, assaulted, or otherwise traumatized in order to motivate another character, or move their plot forward.
Do I also mention how bizarrely massive the painting apartment is for one person alone? There's two bedrooms.
[And they were roommates!]
[Oh my god they were roommates-]
And finally, The Original Frederic.
[CW for Mentions of Self-Harm, substance abuse, and suicidal idealation]
The man you meet inside the closet is an echo of the person he once was. Having lost so much of himself to his paintings, it's a miracle he's as put-together as he is. Though, I've already discussed just how good he is at putting on an act.
He's quite a bit more put together visibly compared to Faceless, as well. Wearing nice clothing, a gold ring with what's likely a ruby on it, clean shoes, with a coordinated color pallet. Although, his face is quite a bit more exhausted looking in comparison to his attire. Somewhat dark circles around his eyes, frazzled hair, an unkempt moustache- Though these might just be attributed to his face being ripped off and maltreated by a painting who wouldn't instinctively know human hygiene. If anything, Faceless might have a more accurate visual of what he was really like on the inside, versus the refined and practiced appearance he may have put on the exterior. Godhead's certainly good enough at seeming like something he's not, and he got that from somewhere.
The paintings really didn't treat him kindly as well. Being locked in a closet with only two bottles of turpentine, perhaps in hoping he'd save them the trouble in just using them on himself? Yeesh.
But after the frenzied state he'd just been in, after losing someone so close to him by just showing off his own work? I don't think he was doing alright. The scattered bottles of alcohol around the apartment, empty and full, the loaded shotgun found in the room Godhead resides in (Guy has faces on his hands, he can't exactly wield that thing), the spilled prescription medications around Tumor, the fear of the sky and agoraphobia Scared exhibits-
In a way, the Original has a few parallels with the (ironically) blank canvas of a protagonist, Sam.
Reclusive, having to sell his creations in order to make a living as an alternative form of employment, having some relatively nerdy interests such as collecting retro video games and vintage comics, and both now at their wits end trying to survive the hellscape that's spawned in their absence from the greater world.
There's also the connection to Sybil. She mentions remembering conversing with him in the past. Were they acquaintances? Friends? Neighbors just making small talk? Admittedly I hope we can get some more insight on her past relationships to the other residents.
I think I've covered everything I wanted to here? I hope this is coherent as well, put a LOT more time into it this past month compared to my Hellen theory/hcs.
So flattered w/ the tags on that y'all are too nice. I'm glad it made sense, I was worried I was rambling incoherently ;-;
Thank you for reading! I hope I might be able to look into Henderson's apartment when that's fully implemented, the atmosphere there was INSANELY good on my first playthrough. The Mirrored Apartment + Edwin is also something i'm looking at now with 1.5 officially out :]
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