I just want to talk about this moment in the saint campaign, because it really, really struck me.
The climb up the silent monument is harsh, you're scaling a dead god's corpse, countless dangerous creatures now roaming the halls of a once glorious superstructure. You, a literally defenceless slugcat, despite all this, scale up the unforgiving walls and face the harrowing winter storms, all to reach pebbles. He isn't anything anymore, no better than a piece of rubbish you would find on the floor.
No snarky comments or insults are thrown towards you, hell, he doesn't even acknowledge your existence until you walk right up to him, listening to the last thing he has left, his music. A gentle, repeating tune completely in contrast to the billowing snowstorm around him.
Pebbles gave up everything he had, giving up his last lifeline that prevented him from collapsing, all to try and redeem himself in the eyes of his big sis.
And now here you are, visiting him again, who knows how many cycles later, his state an eerie resemblance to Moon when we first ever met her.
Five Pebbles isn't a bad person per se, yes, his actions are inexcusable, he almost killed his own sister. But it wasn't out of spite, or hatred, but out of what he believed was necessity. The instructions the Ancients had given him, and all the other iterators, were cruel. An answer to an impossible question. Pebble's mistake was that he believed wholeheartedly that a solution could be reached, he believed his parents, like a child, he wanted to finish the job he had been created to complete.
Yet he never realised when to let go.
How did SM get slugpup to trust them? By stabbing everything around it?
You could say that
Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water
it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.
Has the spug tried to teach Spearmaster anything other than wawa?
The slup has taught SM how to harmlessly play! Something SM has never really done before.
Exams have released me! And thus y'all will get a little treat. Part 1
Can we pretend that Slugpups in the night sky are like shooting stars?
Seven Red Suns: Oh my lovely messenger has returned-! …Is that a baby…?
You're a Grandpa now, Suns
It's time for bed you two; as snug as two slugs in a rug.
Uh OH Did I find pups as Spearmaster and think about it too much? You're godt damnt right I did and here are my thoughts you're forcing yourself to read. I imagine scups would be terrified of Spearmaster since he's an abomination of a slugcat, consequences of being an early purposed organism include but aren't limited to...
No mouth! Instead it's the outline of one horrifyingly, like someone opening their mouth under a mask or something tight on their face.
Absolutely skin and bones because of an unnatural way of feeding through the spear straws.
Chest hole with weird tubes showing bones because thanks pebbles :)
Dead eyes that aren't from blindness but odd genomes lacking pigment because thanks Suns :)
No mouth means no tongue to be able to groom themself with; super dirty - and bloody from thanking pebbles in person - and super unruly fur.
Can't even communicate in Scug so can't go 'Oh I'm not mean I swear!' literally can't, unless scugs got some hand motions/body language. Which Spearmaster can't even DO since he's an artificial Scug and never learned the language.
Don't forget to thank Pebbles & Sun for your local Creepypasta Slugcat!
TW: Blood
OK SPEARMASTER HAS BEEN PATHETIC FOR TOO LONG IT’S TIME TO BE COOL; I cannot let y’all forget that they’re still a mean killing machine.
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