In theory, it's a silly thing, to accidentally drop a lantern and set fire to the town. In practice...it's far less funny, at least in the average person's eyes...especially if you live in said town.
Filbo looks...different, to say the least. A lot of his body shows a number of mutations that resemble food quite a bit! Not only are his limbs completely transformed into different food items, his head shown signs of that too, especially at the top, with what seems to be a cinnamon roll protruding from the top of his head. And, instead of paws, there instead are...sausages, it seems to be. Cylindrical, thinner than his real paws. And given Filbo isn't the most coordinated grumpus even, it makes life a tad harder.
As shown quickly when he, trying to manipulate a lantern, accidentally drops it. A bad thing of this being a settlement where the buildings are made of wood: things are pretty flammable. Before long, Filbo's hut begins having fire in it, the flames climbing up the walls and towards the roof of greenery. It's only matter of time before the fire reaches other nearby huts.
Before long, while others in the town tried to keep the fire from spreading, Filbo ran into the wilderness, apparently looking for someone not too far away from Snaxburg. A little out of breath, he managed to find another grumpus, larger than him, toothier than him, with a gray fur color, with only a couple limbs transformed, much less than Filbo. There was a camera with a film reel on it, apparently having been recording her before Filbo arrived into scene.
"Lizbert! It's mayhem! I was there, holding a lantern with my weenie paws, and then I accidentally dropped it and now the town is on fire," Filbo said sheepishly.
Lizbert blinked for a moment. "What? Again?!"
Before long, she was back in Snaxburg, handling the situation. The fire was somewhat under control, the grass in this town being a little too wet to allow the fire to get too far. Thank goodness it rained so often! The only casualty was half of Filbo's hut. By the time the fire was extinguished, half of it had fallen apart, charred wood having crashed down, and all the greenery of the roof was gone. It was a miracle the stuff inside didn't all burn...
Once it's all extinguished, Lizbert turns towards Filbo. She looks...well, disappointed, and Filbo can't help but grimace, feeling absolutely guilty this happened...again. "Filbo, once is an accident, but twice...they're gonna think you're some kinda firebug," she says gravely.
Filbo waves their sausage arms, greatly alarmed. "L-Liz, I'm not doing it on purpose, I swear!"
Lizbert sighs, taking off the hat and brushing soot off it. "...I know that. I have known you for ages and I know you're not that kinda grumpus. But the rest? They sure don't. And if you don't get your act together...things are gonna get real ugly."
It's pretty obvious from one glance at Filbo that this is reaching far deep into his heart. He slumps over, a sausage paw holding the cinnamon roll on their head as if he thought it was going to fall off. Filbo knows Lizbert is right. This is two incidents of the same kind in matter of weeks. As if the disdain he's pretty sure everyone feels wasn't bad enough already, they're all going to lose their trust towards him even more.
It's so blatantly obvious he's feeling terrible about this that Lizbert's expression softens. "Aw, come on, Filbo, keep that head up! You're just completely incompetent with fire!" Lizbert never was one to beat around the bush or not be straightforward. "Everyone is absolutely hopeless with something!"
Filbo looks up, a bit flatly. "Yeah? Um--what's yours, Liz?"
"Well, I...I'm really bad at..." She frowns, apparently having to give this a lot of thought! Filbo waits in silence, looking at her with some faint amusement, he knowing really well one of the best things about his one and only lifelong friend is that she's pretty great.
After a moment, Lizbert's paw rubs against her chipped tusk, shrugging a little. "...I'm really bad at presenting my findings about Grumplantis! You know how that fiasco went!" She chuckles.
Filbo doesn't reciprocate the chuckle. "I sure do." He doesn't find it funny, knowing how it ruined everything about her adventuring career.
"Thing is, Filbo, you just need to be more careful. You'll pull it off, I know it! And, just so you know, I hereby ban you from manipulating anything flammable or fire until these ones are gone. No more Bugsnax for you for a time, mate!" She says, nudging one of Filbo's sausage paws.
Now Filbo does laugh, his spirits lifted a little. "Y-Yeah...sorry, Liz. Guess being here still has me kinda nervous."
"Come on, it's not like anyone got hurt! Just go and keep doing your best. Someday it'll pay off, I promise."
It never did.
It never did and Filbo Fiddlepie ended up in hell.
Sure couldn't cook ramen in that fire you saw I made in that memory. Or in the one before that one. Not gonna lie, that was the second one. In the first one I kinda burned down a barn and part of the mill we had. Sure had to fix it all with my own paws for a week or so.
[On the other paw, this means his accidental arsonism is less serious every time it happens, so...hey, that's good!]
No, the plant thing is specific to Amaimon. He's the King of Earth, so plants, soil, and rock are all within his domain, and the form of his heart reflects that.
But yes, some demons can possess humans, or animals, or inanimate objects. That body was created specifically to serve as a vessel for that purpose.
[And here he had thought he had deduced something somehow]
I think I get it. Wow, life in other worlds really is unlike anything I could have ever imagined. [Although the concept of...something taking over someone's body really, really, really doesn't sit well with him after his own experiences with certain parasites, well, sure seems like it's...not as bad? He's giving immense amounts of benefit of doubt] Um, just to be sure, this all isn't something that needs to stay a secret, right? Or is it, uh, something you would have preferred me to not know?
It's not a huge deal, but I don't really see any reason you'd need to go around talking about it when I'm not present either. I'd prefer not to have anything unintentionally misrepresented, as I'm sure you understand, and it's a bit of a complicated subject.
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MEMORY SHARE | Content Warning: Body Horror I guess?
Filbo looks...different, to say the least. A lot of his body shows a number of mutations that resemble food quite a bit! Not only are his limbs completely transformed into different food items, his head shown signs of that too, especially at the top, with what seems to be a cinnamon roll protruding from the top of his head. And, instead of paws, there instead are...sausages, it seems to be. Cylindrical, thinner than his real paws. And given Filbo isn't the most coordinated grumpus even, it makes life a tad harder.
As shown quickly when he, trying to manipulate a lantern, accidentally drops it. A bad thing of this being a settlement where the buildings are made of wood: things are pretty flammable. Before long, Filbo's hut begins having fire in it, the flames climbing up the walls and towards the roof of greenery. It's only matter of time before the fire reaches other nearby huts.
Before long, while others in the town tried to keep the fire from spreading, Filbo ran into the wilderness, apparently looking for someone not too far away from Snaxburg. A little out of breath, he managed to find another grumpus, larger than him, toothier than him, with a gray fur color, with only a couple limbs transformed, much less than Filbo. There was a camera with a film reel on it, apparently having been recording her before Filbo arrived into scene.
"Lizbert! It's mayhem! I was there, holding a lantern with my weenie paws, and then I accidentally dropped it and now the town is on fire," Filbo said sheepishly.
Lizbert blinked for a moment. "What? Again?!"
Before long, she was back in Snaxburg, handling the situation. The fire was somewhat under control, the grass in this town being a little too wet to allow the fire to get too far. Thank goodness it rained so often! The only casualty was half of Filbo's hut. By the time the fire was extinguished, half of it had fallen apart, charred wood having crashed down, and all the greenery of the roof was gone. It was a miracle the stuff inside didn't all burn...
Once it's all extinguished, Lizbert turns towards Filbo. She looks...well, disappointed, and Filbo can't help but grimace, feeling absolutely guilty this happened...again. "Filbo, once is an accident, but twice...they're gonna think you're some kinda firebug," she says gravely.
Filbo waves their sausage arms, greatly alarmed. "L-Liz, I'm not doing it on purpose, I swear!"
Lizbert sighs, taking off the hat and brushing soot off it. "...I know that. I have known you for ages and I know you're not that kinda grumpus. But the rest? They sure don't. And if you don't get your act together...things are gonna get real ugly."
It's pretty obvious from one glance at Filbo that this is reaching far deep into his heart. He slumps over, a sausage paw holding the cinnamon roll on their head as if he thought it was going to fall off. Filbo knows Lizbert is right. This is two incidents of the same kind in matter of weeks. As if the disdain he's pretty sure everyone feels wasn't bad enough already, they're all going to lose their trust towards him even more.
It's so blatantly obvious he's feeling terrible about this that Lizbert's expression softens. "Aw, come on, Filbo, keep that head up! You're just completely incompetent with fire!" Lizbert never was one to beat around the bush or not be straightforward. "Everyone is absolutely hopeless with something!"
Filbo looks up, a bit flatly. "Yeah? Um--what's yours, Liz?"
"Well, I...I'm really bad at..." She frowns, apparently having to give this a lot of thought! Filbo waits in silence, looking at her with some faint amusement, he knowing really well one of the best things about his one and only lifelong friend is that she's pretty great.
After a moment, Lizbert's paw rubs against her chipped tusk, shrugging a little. "...I'm really bad at presenting my findings about Grumplantis! You know how that fiasco went!" She chuckles.
Filbo doesn't reciprocate the chuckle. "I sure do." He doesn't find it funny, knowing how it ruined everything about her adventuring career.
"Thing is, Filbo, you just need to be more careful. You'll pull it off, I know it! And, just so you know, I hereby ban you from manipulating anything flammable or fire until these ones are gone. No more Bugsnax for you for a time, mate!" She says, nudging one of Filbo's sausage paws.
Now Filbo does laugh, his spirits lifted a little. "Y-Yeah...sorry, Liz. Guess being here still has me kinda nervous."
"Come on, it's not like anyone got hurt! Just go and keep doing your best. Someday it'll pay off, I promise."
It never did.
It never did and Filbo Fiddlepie ended up in hell.
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...Well, it's a good thing you recovered from... whatever was going on there. Was that the last fire, at least?
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Ahahaha...until Zelgadis and I set fire to a jumpsuit in an enclosed jail cell with us all, yes.
[He chuckles sheepishly because that sure was something that happened and in hindsight it was very dumb]
...so I guess can't promise zero fire-related incidents in the future!
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[On the other paw, this means his accidental arsonism is less serious every time it happens, so...hey, that's good!]
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[ whoof. ]
You really don't have very good luck, do you?
[ ...anyway, congrats, here's a weird semi-body horror memory back at you ]
Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt; don't worry about that.
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[Filbo blinks. His fur seems to be standing on end, making him look fluffier than usual]
I kinda think there's...kinda some things to worry about? But, um, maybe...I'm not getting it right...
[He pauses, trying to chew on what he just saw]
L-Let me see if I got this straight, Mephisto...demons can possess, uh, humans, right? And that happens with...
[.......]
...plants growing on you?
[The joys of seeing something that's not like anything you have seen is trying to wrap your head around it!]
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No, the plant thing is specific to Amaimon. He's the King of Earth, so plants, soil, and rock are all within his domain, and the form of his heart reflects that.
But yes, some demons can possess humans, or animals, or inanimate objects. That body was created specifically to serve as a vessel for that purpose.
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[Filbo nods like he cracked a code. Nameless is literally his only frame of reference for this kind of thing, so of course he came to mind.
...
...and there he is, using the name Mephisto doesn't immediately associated with Nameless]
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...It's similar, anyway.
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[Is Amaimon still alive, Mephisto? Did this go as expected?]
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[If Filbo had eyebrows he'd raise him now because, well, a bit of an implication seems to cross his mind:]
Meaning for others it didn't work properly?
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[You know what, he can't hold back the question he had been wondering for a while]
Mephisto, did you--did you take over someone too? Is that what the hair antenna is for?
[cosmopolitan and filbo were joking that maybe if that ahoge got cut mephisto would be completely depowered is that true?????]
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No, this body has always been mine.
And that hair question is a little rude; it isn't for anything. It's just what my hair does.
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...oh. Whooops. My bad, Mephisto.
[And here he had thought he had deduced something somehow]
I think I get it. Wow, life in other worlds really is unlike anything I could have ever imagined. [Although the concept of...something taking over someone's body really, really, really doesn't sit well with him after his own experiences with certain parasites, well, sure seems like it's...not as bad? He's giving immense amounts of benefit of doubt] Um, just to be sure, this all isn't something that needs to stay a secret, right? Or is it, uh, something you would have preferred me to not know?
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[.......]
Okay, that's not a secret in the slightest, but...it's the principle of the matter?