#OC: Clyde

[nitrozem]

I made a sim and then I closed the game 👍🏼

[flareboi]

look at my ocs boy

[mels-misc-art]

Clyde

Me and my friend have been playing Minecraft recently, and of course I drew my character a bunch of times and now it's officially an OC. His name is Clyde, and he is an ex-Vindicator who is really indifferent to violence and prefers to live a solitary life where he can explore, build, and collect cool things in peace.

(Unrelated, but I imagine his voice to be like if Batman was a chain smoker)

You can learn more about him on his unvale profile: https://unvale.io/character/0578847d-3df0-44b4-8c5c-185d6e18058c

[insert-cephalopod-joke]

Part One- Third Quarter

“What have I done?”

Why is this happening? Was this Tartar’s revenge? Was this because he said no? Why did… Why did it have to hurt him?

Hyousuke was on the ground, thick, swirling ink pouring out of every hole of his face as he laid there. Milo did everything he could to try and wake him up. Shaking his shoulders, shouting at the top of his lungs, banging on his chest. And..

“Wh.. whuddr you.. Milo?”

“Uke… I’m sorry… I’m so…”

“Milo, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry..”

“What… for?”

Right. It wasn’t like Milo told him what was going on in his head. He could have told him, but he could handle it himself. Or so he thought. Milo was at least feeling slightly better now that Tartar was no longer focusing on him, so at least he would have the strength to take care of Hyousuke while he figured out how to fix this mess. With mild protest, Milo was able to get him back into bed in order to rest. In the meantime, Milo heads out to find some answers. 

So usually, Hyousuke is aware when he’s having a flare up, but this time he isn’t? Milo thought that since this was presumably Tartar’s doing due to the extremity, surely he would have to notice. Though.. Maybe that’s Tartar’s plan. Whatever that machine was planning, Milo knew he had to get to the bottom of it. Even if it meant going to the one of the places he hated the most. No matter the cost, he needed to keep his love away from the mess he made. 

So there he was. Hammerhead Bridge. Looking at the once terrifying statue now barely peeking out of the ocean. Looking at the water, it would be impossible to try and reach it on his own. However, Hyou had mentioned before hearing things more often when he was here. Maybe the same would go for Milo now that Tartar had somehow gotten inside of his brain. Taking a deep breath, he tried to concentrate on the statue in an attempt to talk to the telephone once more. 

Waiting…

Waiting…

Wai-

Reconsidering the offer, 10,008?

He jumped, before quickly trying to regain his composure and face his tormentor.

“No, of course not. All I want to know is why you’re going after U-... Captain, now.”

Of course. It’s simple really, the same reason I sought you out!

“Did he even consent to you controlling him? Or are you weakening him first like you did with me?”

No, no, I am not weakening him. After hearing that I was planning to work with you first, he decided to take on the role so that you would be able to continue playing your.. What was it.. Yes! Your “Turf War”

“N… No. No, no, no he wouldn’t do that! You’re lying!”

Why would I lie about something as kind as this? People should only receive praise if they have earned it, after all.

Why are you so upset? I thought you did not want to help me.

Milo was shocked. Would Hyou really do this? The Hyou he knows would only do that as a last possible resort… has he known about the cause of his sickness this whole time? No. He couldn’t have.

~

During all of this, Hyousuke was at home, still laying in bed as instructed by his worried partner. He couldn’t understand why Milo was so worried about his flare up this time. Now thinking about it, Milo’s sickness has been getting worse even faster now. His eye bags are almost pitch black, he’s lost tons of weight and muscle, he even stopped attending Turf War matches and elected to stay home in bed. It wasn’t natural for Milo, yet every time Hyou tried to help or ask what’s wrong, he is given excuse after excuse. Hyou isn’t sure how he feels, but it definitely isn’t good. Trying to respect Milo’s wishes, Hyou texted Liam.

-Hello. I need your help.

-yeagh man wats up??? 🤔👀

-Milo is acting odd. Could you check on him please?

-np broski i gotchu 😁👌

-Thank you.

-👍🦑🫡🏃

With that, Hyou sat in bed, waiting for answers.

In the meantime, Liam set off on his newly acquired mission. If he’s being honest, Liam is as worried as Hyou is about Milo’s condition. He’s his best friend, you know? If he won’t talk to Hyou, maybe Milo would talk to him? 

Thus began the search. Liam checked every area he could think of Milo being at, starting with the practice area at Ammo Knights. Looking around there was the usual crowd: teams practicing group maneuvers, solo players trying out a new weapon, and even a few newly registered players practicing with their freshly acquired Splattershot Jr.. Among these were a vaguely familiar group of orange colored inkfish, looking a bit more down in the dumps than usual. With a bit of caution, Liam spoke up.

“Hey, you guys are Milo’s team, right?”

A tall inkling girl jumped at the mention of his name and shouted, “Yes! Yes we are! Please, is he ok? Is he quitting us?” She grabbed the small squid and began shaking his shoulders.

“N-No! Um.. I don’t really know if he’s ok, but… I definitely know he wouldn’t quit doing what he loves with you guys”

“That’s good to hear at least! The not quitting part, I mean.” She paused, attempting to gather her thoughts on what to say next. “Anyways, did you need something from my team and I?”

“Uh, yeah… have you guys seen Milo recently? Even just in passing?”

The team shared worried glances with one another.

“Unfortunately not my friend. He won’t even respond to our texts, and trust us, it’s HARD not to notice the amount of texts we’ve sent”

“Oh…”

“Sensin' something more serious is happening with him than a common cold. I’ll give you my number, and if we see or hear anything we’ll send it your way. B.. But you gotta do the same, ok? We wanna make sure our pal’s ok”

“Of course! Thank you for helping me out”

With that, the two exchanged numbers. The girl had put her name in his phone as “Clyde,” and finally meeting her explaining a lot of what Liam had heard about Clyde from Milo. Liam and the team then went their separate ways, hoping to find their friend sooner rather than later. Next stop for Liam was the cafe next to the lobby tower. 

The light jingle of the door’s bell announced Liam’s presence as he darted his eyes around the small area, looking for any clue as to where Milo could be. His brow crinkled as he walked from table to table, analyzing harder than he had ever analyzed before. The only thing able to snap him out of it was a stranger gently clearing their throat.

“Excuse me, young squire, is everything alright?”

Liam whipped his head around at the stranger before he straightened himself up a bit.

“Er… not necessarily, unless you know anything about an octopus who has a bit of amnesia and a back scar?”

“Oh, I know plenty about a person such as that. Come, sit.”

The isopod patted the seat next to him with one of his many arms, gently moving a tiny octarian plush out of the way with his others. Liam gingerly took up his offer, now awaiting a response.

“My name is Iso Padre. I met that lad when I was trapped on the Deepsea Metro. A curious octopus with a lot of hope. A rare sight in that dismal place. Haven’t seen him since he took down the place though”

“Hm. Well, think he’s gone missing now, and he’s been acting really, really strange”

Iso Padre was about to take a sip of his coffee, but froze upon hearing those chilling words.

“...that’s what I feared would happen to him…”

“Eh?”

“That scar. Goes deep in the spine. The spine goes up to the brain… the phone gets an extra life”

“You’re not saying…”

“Unfortunately. You must find him quickly, young squire, before it is too late”

“B-But.. I have no idea where to start..”

“Try areas near the ocean. Look for something out of place, something human”

Liam leapt up from his seat, startling the older sea creature.

“Thank you sir! Gotta go!”

He then busted out the doors, and after notifying Hyou, ran off to the only place that matched the cryptic description. Hopefully one of them will be fast enough. 

-hammwrhesd brudge com now

-pleesw

~

Liam arrived at the scene first, due to already being in the city area. Quickly running behind him was Hyou, along with Beatrix and the Squid Sisters. Marie, or rather, Agent Two, immediately began asking questions. 

“What in the world is going on? Where is Agent Eight!?”

Liam was afraid to answer, especially after what the isopod had told him. Thankfully he did not have to answer, as a loud, ear shattering creaking came from behind them. Up from the water appeared a large hand, reaching out towards something, or maybe… someone. Without a second look, Hyou began running in the direction the hand was gesturing to, and the rest promptly followed. 

What the group saw confirmed all of their worst fears. There Milo was, standing on the edge of the bridge in a trance. On the tip of one of the hand’s fingers was none other than the Commander himself, dangling by  its wires. Hyou went up to him and tried to get him away from the dangerous machine, but Milo would not budge. At the last second, Milo turned and stared, pupils shrunken in horror at seeing his partner. 

He was never being controlled by Tartar, let alone sick because of it. 

It was all a lie.

He fell for yet another lie told by that deceptive machine.

It was all a lie. 

It was all a lie.

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“U…ke?”

Without another word, the telephone produced six sharp appendages and latched on to Milo’s back, the appendages looking like an external ribcage. The loose wires quickly made their way into Milo’s skin, quickly taking control of his limbs and turning the surrounding skin a sickly green. Milo couldn’t bear the pain, screaming as loud as he could with burning tears streaming down his face. Hyou did everything he could to stop the menace, pulling at every wire and attempting to pry off the metallic clamps keeping the commander attached. 

Milo suddenly stopped screaming, now going limp in Hyou’s arms. As Hyou kept trying to tear off the commander, a hand reached out for his throat, clamping down with supernatural force.

“It is nice to see you again, agent. I thought I lost you to those… unsanitary inklings”

“Milo…”

“Milo is gone now”

With its grip getting tighter, a few longer, more slender appendages appeared, with one making its way into the side of Hyou’s head.

“I see you have some friends in there with you… some memory fragments that do not belong to you. I will take those off of your hands.”

Seeing Hyou not fighting back, the rest of Squidbeak took action, running to free Hyou from Tartar’s grasp. But it was too late. Before they could do anything Hyou’s extra memory fragments were extracted, leaving him motionless on the ground with his scar rapidly expanding. Having gotten rid of one of its obstacles, the phone focused its attention onto the rest of the group.

“[ASSESSING COMMUNICATION EFFICIENCY…]”

“[ENABLING CONTEMPORARY SPEECH MODE, VER. 2.43]”

“Let’s dance”

[roobiedo]

oc-tober 2024 day 7 & 8: likes and dislikes

they are talking to each other like sims c:

On the left is Axis, a serial hater girlbossfailure who leaves scathing reviews on everything she sees for 'enrichment'. On the right is Clyde, who has learnt to weaponize his 'cursed fuckboi energy' in order to taunt miserable people with whimsy. they both hate each other's guts /affectionate <3

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Clyde likes...

crafting handmade jewelry! mostly friendship bracelets for some reason, how this passion came about is lost in his memory though

collecting knickknacks for aforementioned jewelry (he's a junk hoarder)

batik, aloha shirts, or any regional equivalent

singing and dancing and dashing and prancing

traveling! seeing the world!

running! as a sport

running! movie marathons

running! from commitments and responsibilities

destroying everyone with a chain of UNO draw fours card games!

ttrpgs too probably. he'd max out whatever the system equivalent for the Charisma stat is at character creation without doubt

entertaining people generally, he knows he's funny

helping people too! he's got a big heart with so so so much to give

so so so much

Clyde dislikes...

Axis

wet blanket people in general

desk jobs or being locked into any committed position

not having space to stretch his legs

schedules and deadlines

feeling trapped or stuck or silenced he just needs to MOVE, man

yeah yeah. adhd

hard labor. he's a big strong guy and can handle it, but he'd much rather be relaxing

sour candy

tangled threads

memory loss

not being able to help. helplessness. no sense of direction or purpose or destination in life

socks

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Axis likes...

hoodies

being curled up in bed

the smell of fresh laundry

windy days

colourful fruity mocktails

bell-bottom jeans and y2k fashion

physics! worked as a lab assistant (the experience was awful but the science was fun!)

fixing things! worked as an apprentice mechanic (fun!)

bragging about her skills and expertise

her on-and-off adorable girlfriend Simmer <3

fluffy pastries and decadent desserts

moments to herself. quiet. silence. peace and tranquility

...

company

Axis dislikes...

Clyde

people who talk too loudly, too much, too quickly (Clyde)

people who get all up in her personal space (Clyde)

people who get over-invested in personal issues that does not concern them at all (Clyde)

people

crowded markets

rain

✨depression ✨

cooking. augh. Disaster

unfulfilling lesbian situationships (and yet...)

being in tall places where there's a risk of falling

owing debts

company (the capitalism kind)

[nickmpreg]

eugene is really funny to me because his mask is literally drilled into his head and only leaves a little space for him to shovel food and drink into his mouth so every drink he gets requires a bendy straw for consumption

[red-enthusiast]

Have you seen this man?

Now you have.

[mainprotagonist]

tell me about one of ur fab ocs u don't talk about much!!!!!!

oh thats a hard one... did think of my inside job oc the other day because the song accidentally in love came on... which i say because thats bretts favorite song and absolutely their wedding song because clyde wanted to see the look on bretts face when he walks down the aisle...... bretts heart would explode because that means clyde knows him so well...

clyde himself is a nasty guy, hes always covered in pen marks because he's a decoder for incognito and spends all his time deciphering all types of ciphers, he's well versed in all of them, so any notes he writes down is in a cipher and while it looks spooky out of context, most times its just a grocery list.

hes also almost always awake late at night working away so you may walk into his room thats dark as hell and all you'll see is his eyes reflecting the light off his computer screen...

[fwameyyy]

many guys from the last few months

[cosmiclion]

Saw that meowth was trending so I decided to draw my boy Clyde, he’s going to beat you to death 🐱

[callmegaith]

[scrimtas]

did a little oc meme sketches (it doesn't have official eng version, so...have my doubtful adaption try at least :D) Credits + original version are under the cut!

[knifegremliin]

revenge for @geo-mantis-art!

[insert-cephalopod-joke]

Egg

[idle-identity-ocs]

Clyde and Major

[micmaelstrom]

i don’t have a webcomic nor the mental energy/time to make one but i do have the ability to make silly 1 page comics of my ocs being dumb