#i dunno what bugsnax is

[foundfamilyhq]

[kipper-the-dog]

finally a design I'm happy with!

They aren't the journalist that Lizbert invited, instead just a random entomologist who crashed and was to konked out from the fall to really notice so just kinda went along with everything. Special powers include giving you the blankest stares you've ever seen in your life and making friends with weird lil bug dudes

[thehallwayrat]

Welcome home bugsnax au, thats it thats all i have to share

[snakxreader]

How about Floofty enduring shenanigans of the journalist whose oddly open to dangerous experiments?

A/N: First request, and ofc it’s a Floofty one/j

Honestly, OP? I don’t think I wrote Floofty well here at all, but I tried. This was a really interesting ting prompt!

Floofty and Journalist (Platonic)

There were limits to everything, as frustrating as it was.

It was one of the unfortunate realities of the world, and one Floofty had grown entirely used to. Limits in their field. Limits in familial love, despite how close you used to be, and of course ethical limits. The media was honestly overrreacting, they had given multiple consent forms, had debriefed the entire thing before and after, yet they still got treated like a monster by people who thought with their hearts rather than their huts. Media sways opinions and as such, swayed the public into not trusting them. This reputation even followed them to Snaktooth. The horrific Floofty Fizzlebean. They’d find the fear almost funny if it wasn't so humiliating.

So they started to experiment on themselves. Empiricism was the only way they saw fit and it worked them well, no matter the pain. They were their own best test subject, and that was almost to be proud of.

Key word being were.

And then that moronic journalist arrived and somehow they were met with someone more headstrong than them.

No, headstrong was not the word here. This had to be some sort of suicidal ideation because nobody in their right mind would do some of the things Floofty attempted.

Exhibit A; offhandedly mentioning one of their old experiences and then asking if it could be replicated.

Floofty blinked. “Why would you possibly want to know that.”

They shrugged. “Oh, I dunno…sounds fun!” The reporter laughed a little while responding.

“…..You cannot be serious.”

“I dunno, if you need a test subject, I’m willing.” The journalist replied, grinning like a maniac. Floofty’s eye twitched at their apparent humor at the situation.

“This is not a joke. My experiments are incredibly dangerous, and as such, I do them only to myself.”

“Can’t be that bad.”

“Throwing yourself against Bungers to see how far they can throw you?”

“Oh a few feet.” The journalist calmly replied. “They can do some serious damage.”

Floofty sputtered. “A-alright, fine! Remove Bugsnax from the equation. If you were my test subject, I’d have you…stay in exposed contact with lava to detail the Bugsnax near the volcano.”

“Fun! I’m always a bit cold most places I go.”

“Th-Then I’ll do the same thing with the mountain!”

“Always wanted to go camping in the winter!”

“I’ll-I’ll force you to eat Bugsnax and watch how your allergy affects you!”

“Ooooh, so a crytpid?” Their eyes gleamed as excitement laced their voice. “Do you think I’d, like, turn into a creature of unimaginable horrors?”

For a faint minute, they wondered if this was what Snorpington had dealt with, having to convince them not to do the things they did on a daily basis, which they always took in a stride of dark humor.

“Are you afraid of anything…?” They asked feebly.

The journalist winked, finger gun pointed at Floofty. “Paying taxes.”

“W-wha….?”

“But seriously though, those do sound really fun!” They contained, mindlessly rolling their hand about. “Even with the whole ‘danger’ thing, have you considered-hey!”

The journalist tilted their head, eyebrows burrowed. “Floofty, come back!”

Floofty paid the protesting journalist no mind as they walked towards Cromdo’s stand. Even if they’d get most likely scammed, that entire exchange counted for an extreme need of alcoholic beverages.

[bugswapau]

Interview Snorpy!

Time to ask the athlete a few questions.

“Have time for an interview?”

Ooh, gonna quiz me, brah? I’m gonna CRUSH your questions!

“Who are you?”

Snorpy Fizzlebean! I skate.

“Skateboarding is a job?”

It's a way of life, dude. And I don’t just skate! I lift every now and again. Anything that needs to go up; logs, buildings, balls, Chandlo — that’s what I do!

“Why come to Snaktooth island?”

To push myself to the max, I gotta go somewhere gnarly. I heard nobody ever comes back from this island... sounds like the ultimate challenge to me!

“That's fine for you, but what about Chandlo?”

Hey, I'm always looking out for Chandlo! I know that roughing it ain’t his thing, but... there’s no way I’d come here without him!

“How did you two become a thing?”

I dunno what you mean, brah. We're like the moon and the sun; we’ve been together since the dawn of time!

“Thoughts on Bugsnax?”

Bugsnax are strong! Like, a primal kinda strong! Like, they’re the kings of these jungles, and I gotta respect that!

“Why did you leave town?”

Dude, Snaxburg was a disaster without Eggabell! I couldn't stop all the fighting with boardin’ OR wisdom... I had to keep things chill for Chandlo’s sake. He's got a buncha that social anxiety.

“Any info on Eggabell?”

Eggabell is top notch, ya feel me? She really inspires me to push it to my limit. But uh, that's about it. I'm more tighter with Lizbert.

“Alright, well, what can you tell me about Lizbert?”

Lizbert’s a sweetie. She was always lookin' out for us. She showed me how to stay safe while still pushin' my limits. But she always forced herself wayyy outta her comfort zone.

“She worked out with you?”

Yeah, she asked me to train her. Surprised the grump outta me cuz I never thought she’d be interested in that kinda stuff. We'd go runnin' every morning and liftin' after lunch. Though, she’d get pretty hard on herself. But she never gave up and I respect that.

“What happened to Lizbert and Eggabell?”

Beats me. Those two were strong together. I can't think of anything that could knock 'em down! They gotta be okay out there somewhere.

“Thanks, Snorpy, you really 'slam dunked' my questions! Eh? Eh? Get it?”

Dude, that's not — just... don't.

Anyway, I was recording Lizbert's progress while we worked out. She shared some pretty personal stuff, so maybe this’ll help you get her back to us.

Don’t let me down, dude!

[atomicwrongs]

I don't care about whether or not you do anything with this but your post about Blinky and Nibbly going to see Saw X caused my own head cannon.

I've been replying Carrion recently, it's an indie game where you're the monster of a horror movie, I think it's a metroidvania.

Anyway, my point is that I think that Blinky and Nibbly would really like it. A big part of it is eating people and it has the blood that Blinky likes. I think that they would have very different play styles though.

Nibbly would fully go on the offensive, trying to kill everything asap, not caring about health. Meanwhile, Blinky would play it like I play it. Like an ambush predator. Hiding in little areas only to reach down to kill someone, dragging people into water so the corpses are persevered for emergency health. I think Blinky would use parasitism a lot, controlling soldiers to gun down random people and then reaping all the rewards. Nibbly would not care if he is at full health and consume every corpse they make, and the first time he encounters an enemy that can't be eaten he spends 10 minutes trying.

So yeah, there's a fun little hc you inspired

Sry if this is too long.

THIS IS TRUE AND REAL!!! Carrion has been on my radar for a while, I love goopy oozy gory stuff and I like the idea of playing as the monster.

HCs under the cut, what if these eldritch entities of chaos and reasonless malice were also gamerrrrs :3

Blinky is a completionist and a huge backseat gamer. It's sitting behind Nibbly watching him ram himself at a roadblock, trying to brute force it, and it's seething because he's doing it wrong. Blinky needs to experiment with every ability and mechanic, and needs at least 5 playthroughs of a game to feel satisfied, but Nibbly full-offenses its way through the entire thing and says 'That was fun :)' and never picks it up again. Big 'never blocks/dodges in soulslikes'/'never uses status moves in pokemon' vibes.

But of course, they both have a brother who's an expert at toys and games, and has a large collection of time-looped victims to throw into the meat grinder over and over! With Tinky's help, they can play the real thing, and he's happy, because he loves a good game, especially one that's deeply distressing for everyone else involved.

As for the other LiB gaming, you know Pokey eats rhythm/dance games for breakfast. It also pretends it's above gaming, those petty mortal trinkets are below it, but give it a beautiful soundtrack and it changes its tune (literally). He'll sit next to one of his brothers for an entire playthrough, eyes closed, just listening to the soundtrack.

I'm not sure on Wiggly but I feel like he'd play Tycoon games and 100% them in, like, an hour. Grabs something like Gamedev Story, locks in, and maxes out his in-game studio in record time, then tosses it aside and plays something else. INCREDIBLY grumpy when interrupted. Picks up management sims and runs them like the navy.

Tinky, conversely, plays life sims/sandbox games and runs them like a Hieronymus Bosch painting. Others have said it, but he absolutely sets his Sims on fire/puts them in the pool and removes the ladder, reloads the save, and does it again.

Nibbly loves those old flash games where you just eat and get bigger, and the bigger you get the more things you can eat. It's not a fan of cooking games (from Cooking Mama to things like Papa's Pizzeria) because he gets mad that the food isn't real, but I think he'd dig Bugsnax, I dunno.

Blinky likes blood and guts, gorgeous visuals, games with lots of secrets/collectibles, and multiplayer games where it can troll and get people to rage. A game needs at least two to keep its attention. I can also imagine it running multiple games at once because you know it can't focus on one thing at a time; it has idle/clicker games in one tab, shiny hunting in another, skill grinding in another...

And Webby plays cozy story-driven games where choices matter. She likes to find micro-indie visual novels online, and always comments something nice after playing. Her brothers absolutely give her shit for being a 'fake gamer' because she loves Animal Crossing and puzzle platformers.

[strabbyshortcake]

Floofty has a pet Long Furby.

If a grumpus were to keep a pet, who do you think would keep what?

[c-swap-bugsnax]

Interview Floofty

Have time for an interview?

“Well, sorry, pal, I guess your interview with Snorpy will have to wait a bit…”

Why don’t I interview you?/ Hey! I have you here! How about I interview you?

“R-Really? Me? I mean… Sure if you want to! Ask away!”

Who are you?

“I’m Floofty Fizzlebean, I guess I’m the temporary mayor? I dunno, I’m not the best choice, but I always do my best!”

Why come to Snaktooth island?

“Well, Snorpy asked me! I dropped everything and well, here I am!”

What are your thoughts on Bugsnax?

“Oh they’re great! Like, they taste yummy and make everyone so happy and get along! What’s not to like about them?”

Any information on Snorpy?

“Oh! Well, me and Snorpy are siblings after all! Snorpy was… Well, IS awesome! He always stood up for me and knew what to do! He saw the best in everyone! He’d even leave me in charge while he went hunting for Bugsnax!”

So, that’s how you became Mayor?

“W-Well… Uhm, I wasn’t in charge… Nobody took me seriously! But as long as Snorpy came back, everything was fine and dandy!”

What happened to Snaxburg?

“Uhm, one day Snorpy went hunting and… He didn’t come back. I tried to step up and help everyone stay calm. After all, I was in charge! But… That didn’t last long…”

Why didn’t it last?

“There… Was a big fight, and then an earthquake and then everybody decided that they were better off alone… I… I couldn’t even keep us together for a single day. I don’t know what Snorpy saw in me…”

I think we’re done.

“Oh, sorry, pal… I didn’t want to make you sad! Snorpy maybe gone but you’re here! Nobody will listen to me, but they can listen to you! After all, you’re great at catching snacks! And nobody hates you! You can catch Bugsnax and bring everyone back! Once they’re here, you can do more interviews and find out what happened to Snorpy!”

Where should I start?/Who should I look for?

“Hmmm, you should find Triffany on the beach! If we get her ranch going again, that’s a huge help! You could always go back and talk to Buddy, I guess… Anyway, I’ll be right here if you need some extra help! Good luck, pal!”

[dawnleaf37]

actually shout out to young horses for making Fucking BUGSNAX compatible on android and iOS like what the fuck that’s like if they put fucking like I dunno undertale on your phone

[p3rry-pi3]

People from bugsnax who need to snap and go unbelievably feral on the others:

Top being the most needed, bottom of list being the least needed.

Filbo. None of them would be the way they are if they had stopped and LISTENED to the guy. If they all hadn’t had shut him out and kept arguing; I don’t think they’d be where they were when we arrived. They would’ve instead had built a stronger town together if they had stopped and use their brains, but I feel like just cause none of them get along and kind of hated each other for various reasons, it was out of filbo’s control. Seriously, he was Mayor for a reason. While Liz was gone, who fucking babysat a whole ass town full of grown adults? If Liz trusted him to be mayor despite his clumsiness, wouldn’t that say something? Like,,, I dunno, him being a good fucking leader that the host of the expedition saw in him as a trait AND as actual potential.

Us, as in, the journalist. Self explanatory.

Gramble. You know the amount of times others have literally lessened him? Yeah, no.

On a similar note; Wambus. The amount of shit he gets, the other grumps just like talking about his wife leaving behind his back, it’s like, dude. Come on.

Unpopular opinion; Eggabell. You know the shit she had to put up with back when Lizbert was in town? She had a full blown mental breakdown over Triffany’s leg AND the whole ass town yelling at her. She deserves a minute.

Other unpopular opinion; Lizbert. The shit she went through with the others. The way she had to help one grump to the next. The crap she had to put up with. No wonder why she left them all. /j

Chandlo. Bros been nice a little to long to everyone else’s crap. Not his character or personality, but every once in a while is nicer than being the epitome of cavities from sweet foods.

Triffany. She’s SURROUNDED by the chaos not only her husband causes but others, and she experiences back on Brokentooth how bad it is when filbo is left mayor. She literally had to put up with the shit filbo did, I mean this with every atom in my body, whether it not they all made up in the end. Please, with all due respect, go nuts.

Shelda. When have you seen her at her breaking point when it wasn’t with floofty? When?

Snorpy. He surprisingly doesn’t have much reason to really go ham on all of them. Not really need to not go nuts, but also not enough reason to go crazy. Ykwim?

Cromdo. Dude knows he’s the one pissing everyone off. At one point I think he did get to that point, so what excuse does he have.

Floofty. Floofty takes action to what they’re doing, but the amount of people that despite this shot on them is strangely higher than the people who mainly made amends with them. Only because there’s very few from the island, they stand here.

Wiggle. Wiggle is the LEAST needed out of all of them to snap. Literally no excuse whatsoever to either A) be attacked or B) be the attacker. She literally really only has Snorpy against her. Unless there’s someone else, I think she can slide.

[cyberaxolotl]

The Snaktooth Island Disappearances: Chapter 1

Warnings: Major character death, horror, non-explicit death, references to s^lf harm

AO3 Alternative

“The following documents are classified.

This is [&/:$):?/?/&@] writing for [\£?%], reporting on the recent tragedy and semi-mass disappearance of several grumpuses. An expedition was hosted years ago to Snaktooth Island, a small land off of the coast of North Mayflowers, which seems to have been part of a small archipelago. A team of twelve grumpuses lead by Elizabert Megafig left in June of 1967, and journalist “Scarla Echoyear” from GNN was sent in August of 1968 to interview Megafig and learn more about the island and the expedition team. The journalist was scheduled to return from the island 13 months after they had left; it is now December of 1970 and nobody has heard word from Echoyear nor of the expedition team. Workers were sent to Snaktooth Island to perform a welfare check on Echoyear and return them to the mainland, only to find that not only have they disappeared, but every member of the expedition team has. Detectives and investigators are currently taking routine trips to the island to investigate the mysterious disappearances of all thirteen grumpuses.

Those who disappeared include Scarla Echoyear, Elizabert Megafig herself, her wife Eggabell Batternugget, Filbo Fiddlepie, Shellsy Woolbag, Cromdo Face, Beffica Winklesnoot, married couple Wambus Troubleham and Triffany Lottablog, Gramble Gigglefunny, popstar Wiggle Wigglebottom, Chandlo Funkbun, Snorpington Fizzlebean, and Floofalie Fizzlebean. We are sure that their last whereabouts were on Snaktooth Island, as no boats of any kind have docked here carrying any of the team, and everyone attending the expedition is recorded as having left the mainland three years ago.

Investigators are struggling to find evidence, however, they have found what seems to be a diary of some kind. It is signed as being written by Beffica Winklesnoot, and the handwriting matches her records. The diary has been analyzed by investigators and a selected timeframe of passages has now been passed to me for documentation. All of the following is directly transcribed from the diary unless marked otherwise.”

September 25th 1970

I usually don’t write in my diary this late, or this early I guess, but something grumping strange just happened. I heard someone walking around outside my hut, and when I went to see it, it was just Gramble sleepwalking :o/ I thought it’d be more fun to wake him up than let him walk around doing nothing, but he screamed in my face the second he was up cuz I scared him so hard. I was bugging him while he went back to the barn, and then we saw it; I don’t even know how to describe it!! There was a THING there, it looked like a grumpus, but it wasn’t! It was MADE of bugsnax, more than anyone who was snakified or anything. When we saw it, we both just froze, until it fell apart and ran away- then I shrieked. Woke the whole town up. When we explained it, they didn’t rlly believe me, but they did believe him. Double standards :o(

Scarla couldn’t even figure out what it was after they looked around. Whatever it was, I didn’t like it; I’m not scared of the dark, but I feel uneasy just looking out my window now. Dunno if I can go back to bed after that, not even sure I feel okay turning off my lantern!!

“We are unsure if this entry is linked to future highlighted ones, however we’ve documented it just for security.”

October 15th 1970

Floofty came back to Snaxburg last night, can’t say I’m upset ;o) just means another snarky grump is back for me to mess with. So long as they don’t cut me open in my sleep for it

Scarla’s been a REALLY good bestie~ they’re helping me snakify my arms all green today, we’re gonna get Chandlo’s secrets outta Snorpy soon! Whatever his baggage is, it has to be REALLY juicy for it to be hidden so well

I'm hoping Scarla gets back with those snax soon. i dunno why, but i think i've been feeling more tired than normal- i'm ALWAYS sleepy at sunset, whenever it’s dark, but i feel like i'm getting more tired earlier. Is it getting darker earlier? I can't tell, but it’s getting colder anyway, so I might just be feeling like hibernating lol~

October 16th 1970

Trying to get Chandlo’s secrets out of Snorpy TOTALLY failed :o( never been more disappointed than this!! I thought I’d get some good JUICY dirt and I got nothing!

Buuuut, even if I failed with Chandlo, I heard Floofty and Triffany talking about something in the research tent. Not sure what, but I heard the words “dark” and “winter” a lot, so i guess they’re talking about all that. then they saw me, oops ;o3

Eggabell came back today. I’m surprised, I didn’t think she’d come back, and even then without Lizbert. I gotta wonder how she’s doing.

October 17th 1970

Okay, something is REALLY up now.

Most of Snaxburg has the same schedule, we wake up when the sun rises, go to bed once it goes down. I think I just naturally don’t get up unless the sun is blazing in my face nowadays, so imagine my surprise when I woke up and it was almost noon! and the sun was barely up!

I asked everyone at the center of town about it and they had done it too. Floofty said it’s because it’s becoming winter, it’s gonna be darker earlier and brighter less, but by this much? I don’t buy it. Gramble’s trying to train a bugsnak like a rooster so that we wake up at the right time, but waking up when it’s dark doesn’t sound like something I wanna do. It’s cold anyway~ so if that means waking up right before noon, so be it

Chandlo and Snorpy are walking around town putting up lantern posts. Not lit yet, and I'm hoping they’re pretty dim, I don’t need a lantern right outside my door all night long.

The sun set today at, like, six pm. Hell if I know what’s going on, but if it’s just winter, I can see myself doing a lot of sleeping.

October 18th 1970

The same thing happened today, the sun didn’t rise until noon. Dunno what’s happening around here :o/ Snaktooth Island is a pretty weird place, but I’ve been here three years, and I NEVER saw this before. Not last winter, at least. Filbo helped Snorpy and Chandlo put oil in all of the lanterns, so we don’t have to stay inside when it’s dark anymore. It’s better than only having a five hour day.

I noticed something today. I looked into the distance, at the rest of the island, and it’s all dark too. Usually I can see the volcano glowing and burning, but I can’t see anything out there when the sun isn't up. And when the sun is down, it’s weird that there aren’t any stars.

Safe to say it’s pretty obvious that nobody in town knows what’s going on. Gramble brought all of his snax into the barn and I barely see him come out when it’s dark, and Snorpy seems hellbent on not leaving the mill at all if the sun isn’t up.

Filbo’s still getting up at the usual time to start the fire, and I realized that he didn’t stop it at all, even when the sun was up. I bet he’s scared of the dark~

“The following passages are written in noticeably messier cursive.”

October 19th 1970

The sun didn’t come up today.

I woke up to Scarla shaking me awake, and I wondered why they were waking me up when it was still dark, but then they showed me their watch- it was the middle of the afternoon.

Everyone in town gathered for a meeting around the fire, which was HUGE. I think Filbo and Chandlo stocked it up higher today, because that thing burned brighter than any of the lanterns.

When we realized what was going on, everyone turned to Triffany, Floofty, and Snorpy. If anyone was going to know what was going on, it was them, wasn’t it? They’re supposed to be the smart ones.

We all ignored Snorpy when he went on a fit about the Grumpinati, figuring the other two would have a better idea, but they DIDN’T. I’ve never seen Floofty more defeated than when they didn’t have an explanation.

I don’t grumping like it at all. The fire was warm, but when I walked away from it to go back home, it was cold. REALLY cold, like freezer cold. It went away when I got back to the lanterns, but I feel like it comes back whenever I look into the darkness too.

I’m not scared of the dark, I never have been. But something’s wrong today.

October 20th 1970

Still no sun. I woke up and saw the fire blazing outside, and I was surprised when I wanted to join everyone and sit around it. Filbo, Wambus, Eggabell, and Chandlo were all around the fire, and when I was awake enough, I joined them.

They were talking about how to give everyone enough light in their huts over the days. The lanterns are hung up all around town, and a few are hanging in the tent, but most of us don’t rlly have more than candles in our huts. I’ve got fairy lights, and the end of my pen glows~

But I’m pretty sure my fairy lights are giving out. Without electricity here, they’re powered by other light hitting them, and there isn’t much of that anymore. And it’s not like the dinky little glow of my pen is gonna do anything.

It had to have been noon when Filbo called everyone to the fire to ask who needed new lanterns or candles. I took a lantern, don’t need an open flame in my hut, but I heard some of the others talking while they were given out. Gramble said something about how the barn was giving him chills now, like it was too big for him, and the darkest corners were huge. Eggabell agreed with him, she said the darkness felt cold, and she couldn’t bear to look at the corners of her and Lizbert’s hut. I didn’t think anyone else felt it.

Floofty and Triffany were talking too. I think they’re trying to figure out what’s causing this, stuff about winter, and prolonged eclipses, or something to do with the bugsnax. But I think whatever’s happening is bigger than the bugsnax, it has to be, doesn’t it? The bugsnax can’t make an entire island black out like this.

Everyone agreed at the end that, even if the dark is scary, it isn’t dangerous. I might not like it, but it’s not like the darkness itself can kill me. Filbo asked if Shelda wanted to stay inside someone’s hut instead of out in her gazebo in case she felt unsafe, but she didn’t want to. Everyone is just staying in their own huts, alone or with their housemate.

October 21st 1970

Another day of darkness. Everyone gathered around the fire today instead of staying in their huts, and it seemed like today was the day Filbo decided to try to keep our spirits high. He kept talking about how he’s sure the sun will come back up again, and we just gotta wait, but I think he knew half of us didn’t buy it. I don’t know what to believe, tbh.

Triffany said that she’s going to start trying to do some research, cuz Floofty gave her some new books for her study. I don’t even know what she COULD research about this, but I'm not rlly a science grump, so I guess I wouldn’t know anything at all.

Gramble said that the bugsnax have been restless today, ever since last night, he said the ones outside have been banging on the door. Didn’t find it amusing when I offered to eat them ;o)

We realized today that we weren’t sure how we’d get bugsnax now if Gramble didn’t give any up. We thought Scarla could go out of town and catch bugsnax nearby, but Filbo didn’t want them to do that, and neither did Eggabell. What else are we gonna do, though? I’m not gonna go out in the dark to steal from Gramble, there’s no lights over the pen. I don’t want them to go out either, but if Scarla doesn’t bring us snax, who will?

I don’t know what decision they came to. Today was a lot of nothing, just half-assed decision making.

October 22nd 1970

We gathered around the fire again today. I think most of us think it’s better than being alone in dark huts, except Snorpy and Gramble, but they’ve always been exceptions.

Apparently Scarla decided to go out and get snax today. No matter what direction I look, I can’t see their lantern anywhere in the distance. I asked everyone why they thought we couldn’t see them, and everyone had a different answer. Triffany and Floofty said the darkness is also part fog, Filbo said they’re up in the mountains, and Wiggle said we’d never be able to see their light from so far away. I guess I believe the scientists the most~

It was an excruciatingly BORING day today. I spent a lot of it listening to everyone else talk on and on about whatever, I almost fell asleep by the fire a couple times, and I probably would’ve if Cromdo’s voice didn’t make me jump every time. I don’t think any of us even know what the time is anytime anymore, we just go to the fire when we wake up, and leave when we’re tired.

“The following page had a page ripped out before it. Searching the writer’s hut, we found several torn pages crumpled under the bed, including the one that fit.”

i had a nightmare that felt too real it was like the sky was falling and the fog was rolling over the stars

i was alone, so alone not even in my hut but on cold stone it felt like scorched gorge but it was so cold i was scared i was so scared

there was nothing but a candle there with me and it felt like nothing the darkness consumed everything that wasn’t the flame it was all i saw and when i looked away something called to me and told me to come to it

it wanted me to leave the light and be part of the darkness

i don’t want to be cold

October 23rd 1970

I was the first one at the fire after Filbo lit it today. He looked surprised when I was the first one to come up behind him, and I actually think I scared him. When it was just the two of us, I felt… Awkward. Maybe it was because it was Filbo, and he expected me to insult him, but I couldn’t today. I didn’t try to talk to him at all, and he didn’t try to either. When Wambus and Triffany got there, he was all over the conversation. When everyone arrived, we all had a question.

Scarla wasn’t back today. It had to have been about 24 hours since they left, and they weren’t back. Filbo was sure they were getting as many snax as possible, so that they could get food for everyone, but can’t they only carry so many? Everyone figured they’d get back soon, if they can get set on fire and not care about it, they can survive this.

Gramble came to the fire today looking more traumatized than usual. None of us got an answer out of him around the fire, but I could tell Wiggle was going to get it out of him given how much he trusts her. They walked off to talk to each other by the barn, and I was just lucky enough to be the one closest to them.

His snax turned to mush. All of them. Every snak, in every enclosure, turned to mush and disappeared.

Does that mean every snak on the island is gone now? Is Scarla out for nothing?

I didn’t tell the others, but it’s been worrying me since I heard it. I don’t want to eat sauce until this is over.

October 24th 1970

Scarla still didn’t come back today.

Wambus is giving out rations of sauce, but it’s hard to make sure everyone gets their preference when most of us like sweet stuff. Though, it was pretty entertaining to watch Triffany drink straight hot sauce without a change of face.

I feel like the lanterns and the fire are starting to give off less light or something. It used to envelop the entire heart of town, but now, it barely escapes all of the seats, and the lanterns don’t really make a path anymore. It’s a lot scarier to go from my hut and back now, I can’t stand being in the dark for even a few seconds.

I kinda wanna ask to hutmate up with someone, but do I really want to? It’d probably be for the best, but then again, who’d wanna room with me lol. I didn’t really listen to todays conversation, I think I got super stuck in my own head

I hope Scarla is back with snax soon.

October 25th

There was no fire today.

I dunno if Filbo forgot to start it, or if he didn’t want to, but there wasn’t a gathering around the fire today. I think everyone stayed in their huts all day today. As far as I can see, their lanterns are all on. I see the little lights in their huts. Or, at least Wiggle, Eggabell, Triffany and Wambus, and Gramble are all at home. I can only see half of town from my window, but hey, it means they’re still out there.

If Scarla came back today, I hope they weren’t disappointed by the fire being out. I hope they’re waiting for it to come on, or they’re going to come by our huts and give us food, or smth. I don’t know.

October 26th 1970

forgot year yesterday, L beffy

There still wasn’t a fire today, and tbh, I’m kinda worried about it??? Filbo isn’t rlly the kinda guy to miss this out two days in a row. One if he’s super tired, but two? Nah. I wish I could see his hut from here and know if his lights are still on.

It’s also… kinda lonely out here. I didn’t think I’d feel it so fast, but after so long of seeing everyone by the fire, I think my brain has gone funny. I’m tempted to ask Wiggle if I can bunk by her until the fire goes back on, I can see her pacing around her hut, but I rlly don’t think she’d welcome me.

I gotta feel bad for Shelda about this. She doesn’t even have walls, can’t imagine her feeling safe about all this. Or warm.

I’m not really warm either, even if I am inside. My bed feels cold, my lantern is cold, it’s all really cold. I don’t like it. It’s been a long time since someone has hugged or held me, but well, what can I do about it?

October 27th 1970

Is this just one big halloween prank from the world to us? The fire wasn’t on again today, I don’t think Filbo is okay and I’m grumping scared. Everyone else’s lights are still on, and sometimes, I see Eggabell pass by the window. She looks just as scared as me, and if she looks out, she only looks worse. I feel weird looking out the window too. Even seeing the light of the other huts isn’t enough, the darkness just… it’s scary.

Sometimes I end up hitting my desk with my pen, and the light on it goes out for a little bit. It doesn’t take more than another tap for it to turn back on, but still, it’s scary to see it go out. I don’t know WHY it scares me to see it go out, when I’ve got the lantern, but it does. It doesn’t make me feel any better knowing my fairy lights went out ages ago, and I didn’t even notice.

October 28th 1970

I managed to talk to someone today. I saw Wiggle standing by her doorway, looking out, and I wondered if I could talk to her from across the street. Wasn’t easy, but we did it.

Put simply, we’re both grumping terrified. She was worried because she can’t see Gramble’s barn from her hut, but I can still see the light, and it felt kinda nice to see her feel better when I told her he was okay. We talked about what we thought this was, and she said something about bugsnax covering up the entire sky. I really don’t think so, but she’s got a few loose screws, so I wasn’t gonna stress myself out being mean right now.

I asked her if she thought it’d be safer if more of us were in the same place, and she was one step ahead of me. Said she’d been planning to take her lantern and run for the barn to stay with Gramble, but every time she’s about to go, she can’t get herself to. I guess I get it, it doesn’t seem safe to try and run across town like that. I wanted to ask if I could join her, but I dunno if she’d be very happy with that. I dunno if I would be either.

“The following is another ripped out page that fit into this spot between the other pages.”

i can’t do this i can’t do this i can’t do this i want my sister i want my father i want anyone who still loves me to hold me it’s too cold it’s too dark

the lights have all gone out all i see is black even with my eyes open it feels like something is staring back

i want to rip out my eyes i want to claw apart my flesh i don’t want to be cold i don’t want to be cold i don't want to be cold

i would give anything to be home and have dad telling jessany and i a story i would give anything just to be warm and happy

“Research has yielded that the mentioned “Jessany” is Beffica’s older sister, who has lived in New Grump City for all of her life with the two’s father, Olivier Winkleberry. We have not yet told either member of her family about Beffica’s disappearance and presumed death.”

October 29th 1970

I’m with Wiggle now. I had only been awake for a few minutes when I heard someone screaming, but it wasn’t even screaming- it was a yelp, and then silence. I caught a glimpse of light in town when I looked out, but it was gone in a second. It was one of the boys, one with a deeper voice, but I don’t know who. Wambus and Triffany’s light has still been on since it happened, so it wasn’t him either. Whoever it was, I didn’t wanna be next.

Wiggle had heard it too, and when she called out to me first, I knew I had to ask if we could stick together. She was so desperate that she didn’t care that it was me, she held her lantern out and told me to come to her.

I’ve got my diary obvs, and my lantern and pen. But something weird happened while I was crossing the street.

First of all, I felt SUPER cold the moment I was out of my hut. I would’ve frozen if I wasn’t rushing to get to Wiggle’s hut next, but I swear if I was out there a second longer, I would’ve gotten hypothermia or something.

And my pen is really struggling to stay on now. A few hits on the desk, and it only lights up for a few minutes. It’s like going through the dark broke it or something.

Neither of us want to sleep at the same time after hearing that scream this morning, so we decided we’ll sleep in shifts. She’s asleep rn, but she’s about to wake up, and it’ll be my turn.

I want this to be over soon.

“We are unsure of the validity of the timeline anymore, given the irregular sleeping shifts mentioned on the previous page. However, it is all we have to go off of currently.”

“The following page is covered in wet stains and has a very large ink splatter at the bottom.”

October 30th 1970

Wiggle has been basically hysterical for the little bit we’re awake at the same time for. She’s not doing anything crazy, but she’s talking to herself, and I'm pretty sure she’s crying based on how much mascara is leaking down her eyes. I'm scared too, I can’t deny being grumping terrified, but for some reason I can’t cry. I’ve never been able to take big stuff like this, I guess I don’t think it’s real, but it’s super real to her. I feel bad, I think. But with two lanterns and double the light now, I feel more secure at least. I'm hoping it lasts long.

“The following passage was written in messier handwriting and less refined, sometimes incorrect cursive, as well as on the same page as the previous passage.”

what the fuck what the fuck what the FUCK i looked away and she was fucking GONE where the fuck is she

she was sleeping just a second ago where did she go what did she do

did she go to get gramble?? why???

she took her lantern with her i don’t feel safe i don’t feel okay

my pen is still struggling to stay on and i don’t know where she keeps the fuel for her lanterns

why am i all alone again why why why why WHY WHY DON’T FUCKING DO THIS TO ME DON’T DO THIS

“The handwriting returns to normal for the rest of the page.”

im okay im okay I’m Okay

She’s going to come back. She’ll be back, and she’ll have Gramble, and then there will be three of us. and it’ll all be okay

I’m so tired. I’m so cold. But it’ll be okay soon. I just need to rest and she’ll be back in the morning

Please.

“The following is the last torn out page that we could find, and it fits here. Unlike previous pages, this one is in an entirely different handwriting. After being compared to records, it is most likely Wiggle Wigglebottom herself that wrote this.”

the final song i ever sing will be my aria into the dark unknown

may light find everyone as the shining stars disappear

may this foul force have mercy on them all

“The rest of the page is full of nonsensical black scribbles.”

october 31

she’s not back it’s not okay i’m not okay i can’t do this i can’t survive this

the darkness is calling me to it. it’s taking everything around me into it too. wiggle’s lantern is gone, mine went out while i was asleep

all i have left is my pen

and it’s too cold to keep my paw moving

i’m sorry for being a terrible friend

i’m sorry for being a horrible daughter

i’m sorry for being a mean little sister

dad, jess i love you two so much

hold me one last time please

“This was the final page in the diary, and no other pages seemed to have been torn out or removed. We cannot determine the fate of Beffica Winklesnoot yet, however the pages imply insanity to have consumed her by some means.

Investigators have decided that most information inside this diary is not to be considered during the investigation and to instead all be marked down as insanity unless evidence can be found to support it. They will continue searching for evidence around Snaktooth Island in an attempt to determine what happened.

This is [&/:$):?/?/&@] signing off.”

[kepppler-22b]

Interview Jonah!

'Have time to be interviewed?' "Wha? Who's you again?" 'I'm here to interview you' "Oh! Well be my guest!"

Who are you? "Jonah Badgerbug, barista" Why come to Snaktooth Island? "Well uh I just want to make sure people get the hydration they needs" Thoughts on bugsnax? "Dunno!! Only ever really eated a Keebwel or whatever theys called" -> You've never eaten any other bugsnax? "No reason to! I got sauce!" Why did you leave town? "Well I stopped getting customers after a lil while and decided to take a break and head to the beach for a few!! I didn't see no one else there" -> Gramble and Wiggle camped out there. How come you didn't see them? "UH- W.. WIGGLE WAS THERE?? Um um I had no clue!! She's only ever out around day.." -> You're nocturnal? "Just like a bat yessiree" Any info on Lizbert? "Oh Liz! She was such a kindhearted soul, often would bring me Keebwels in exchange for somethin fancy to drink" -> Were Kweebles your "payment"? " 'spose you could say so!" Do you know what happened to Lizbert? "Dunno! She just stopped showing up one day just like da rest o' em" I think I'm done here. "Oh I think I have somethin to help with your search for Liz!" [Jonah gave you Empty glass! Check your journal for details.

[shellsy]

Interview Denrae!

It's time to ask the botanist some questions.

“Have time for an interview?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I’m a little busy right now.”

“I’ll make it quick, promise.”

“Then sure! What’ve you got?”

“Who are you?”

“Denrae Bubblebop! Botanist, bioengineer, sorta pathologist? I guess?”

“Why come to Snaktooth Island?”

“Have you even seen a snak? Those little beasts are the key to my next breakthrough!”

“How would you know if you’d never been here?”

“The basics were all I needed. Living things mimicking meat, fruits, whole meals, right down to the taste, all packed into a single creature? It doesn’t take a genius to realize how incredible that is.”

“Thoughts on Bugsnax?”

“Like I just said, they’re fascinating little things, crawling straight out of the ground like they do. Wambus has this idea they may be some sorta type of plant, and if he’s right, that’s even better for me!”

“Yeah, yeah, I get that part. What about their taste?”

“They’re..hmm…Tasty? I guess? Dunno. I used to experiment on the majority of the ones Liz would give me, hehe. Jellene’s always nagging me about not eating enough though.”

“Why did you leave town?”

“When everyone started fighting over food and resources and whatever, my work got caught in the crossfire! Dozens of precious specimens destroyed! Really hoping nothing was set loose, but it's hard to tell. Regardless, it was better to start anew.”

“What would’ve been set loose?”

“Oh y’know, viruses, bacteria, parasites, whole 9 yards. Try not to worry about it too much, you’ll be fine. Should be fine.”

"Why do you have those things just lying around?"

"Well what else do you want me to do with them? You think I can just tell how diseases affect snax without testing it?"

“Any info on Lizbert?”

“Both her and Eggabell are big sweethearts, always helping everyone with everything, both of them. But…”

“But?”

“Everyone here relied on Lizbert. I can’t imagine the kind of stress Liz was under, having an entire town look to her for food, leadership, everything.”

“What happened to Lizbert?”

“Probably just got tired of it. Tired of everyone leaning on her. She’s probably holed up somewhere with Eggabell, waiting on everyone here to learn to take care of themselves. Sorry- That’s a little rude. But I do mean it.”

“Thanks, Denrae. I’ll let you get back to your work now.”

“Oh! Yeah! Before you go, there's something I need to give you. Found this out in the sands a while back, seemed like a cool-looking piece of trash at the time, but maybe you can find some use for it.”

Denrae gave you a map fragment! Check your journals for details.

[greatsagesstaff]

bugsnax oc interview pt 3

Interview Carsey!

• Why did Carsey come to Snaktooth?

• Why did he leave Snaxburg?

• Does he know what happened to Lizbert?

(interview under cut)

• Have time for an interview?

Interview...? Uhh... I dunno, but... Darni seems to trust you, so I guess I'll try...

(interview start)

• Who are you?

Ehm... Carsey Ribrace... Librarian...

• Why come to Snaktooth?

Living in the big city really wasn't for me... too many people... I thought getting off the mainland would be a nice change...

• Thoughts on Bugsnax?

They can be good sometimes... just not my thing all the time.

• Why did you leave town?

Well, there were getting to be so many grumps in town that I started to panic again... It only got worse on Cromdo's first impression of me... I totally blew it, and now he prolly hates my guts... haha...

• What's your relationship like with Darni?

A-whu..? Haha... I don't... really know. We're best friends and all but I often think about us being... MORE. But, of course, she probably doesn't feel the same...

• Any info on Lizbert?

Liz was...something. Honestly, I can't help but feel a bit... suspicious of her.

╰> • Suspicious? Why is that?

I dunno, man... What if this is all some sort of elaborate death trap? Think about it! If all that bad stuff was happening after she left, then she must have done something behind the scenes!

• Alright, Carsey. I think we're done here. ✅

Oh, good... I don't exactly like talking to people... but there is one last thing I have for ya.

• Yeah, what's the deal?

I found this locked up book. Looks like a diary or an adventure log. I can't open it, cuz of this rusty lock. Maybe you'll have better luck?

[Carsey handed you a journal with a rusty lock. It seems it can be unlocked by a similarly rusty key.]

(interview end)

[goresnax-archive]

What do you think of Liz’s claims of bugsnax’s…

"... Claims of what-now??-"

"I dunno what you're on about, but Lizbert didn't mention a peep about 'Bugsnax'-"

[They don't seem to understand the question]

[snakxreader]

i think wambus most definitely overworks himself, believing that he alone is responsible for keeping the whole town fed by tending to the garden, so may i suggest: the reader helping wambus realize he’s allowed to rest, and take a day off to relax and take care of himself?

A/N: Heya everyone! Sorry I haven’t posted in anything in the past few days ^^’. I promise I’m doing my best to work on requests! I’m typing this as I’m heading to a photoshoot, so I’m being a bit brief. Still, I hope you enjoy the fic, and thanks for sticking around!!

Wambus x Reader (Take a Break)

Wambus plowed the dirt in front of him, his breath ragged from the work. He stood a second, despite his better judgment, to lean on his hoe, wiping sweat from his brow. The farmer had been at it for hours now. His crops had let up a pretty fortunate amount, but he couldn’t rest yet.

There was a more drastic need for a garden with Lizbert’s disappearance from the island. Their main food source had disappeared, and while he did think Filbo’s new friend was busy getting everyone back, he needed to to supply them with something to eat should the worst happen. He sighed, heaved his hoe, and made another plow in the ground.

“Lot of plowing you’re doing.”

He paused, looking up at you, leaning on the garden fence. He gave a slight smile.

“Maybe a bit. Not like we don’t need it.”

You hummed in response, and Wambus continued to work. This was routine between you two, just him working away while keeping a conversation with you.

“You know you can take a break, right?”

Wambus paused. “Pardon?”

“For the past few days, from way earlier than you normally wake, to nearly dawn, you’ve been plowing away at this garden, ripe with crops. I can’t help but wonder if you know you’re allowed to take a break.”

Wambus laughed. “Sorry, but, uh…this garden feeds the whole town-”

“You feed three people. Gramble, Shelda and that journalist running around.”

Wambus flinched. You sighed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.” You apologize, massaging your head. “I just…You need a break Wambus.”

He spat on the ground. “Dunno what’re on about. ‘M fine.”

“Your hands are literally shaking.”

The farmer blinked at your deadpan and checked his hands. Sure enough, they weren't…in the best shape, shaking badly. He shook his head though. “That’s nuthin.”

“Wambus, your breath is ragged, you look exhausted and you probably haven dranken anything-”

“I had some water this morin’!”

“- in the past few hours.”

Wambus grimaced. You had him there. He leaned his hoe against the fence and sighed, walking towards you.

“Listen, partner. I’m fine. I know you think I should be ‘takin’ breaks’ or whatever, but the fact of the matter is that ever since Liz has been gone, there hasn't been a reliable way to catch Bugsnax! I gotta keep the town fed.”

“For Grump’s sake, look around you!” You wave your hands at the expansive garden. “You don’t think that’s enough, just for a night?!”

“Another earthquake could happen.”

“Snorpy’s been keeping track of seismic activity, we’re fine.”

“I ain’t trustin’ the ramblings of a nutjob!” He bit back. You took a deep breath.

“Wambus Troubleham. You have. Five seconds. To surrender willingly, or pay the consequences.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Five, four, three-” Wambus rolled his eyes as you started to count, turning back to head to farmining again. “-two, one!”

He felt himself get tugged down, yelping as you dragged him by his collar.

“H-hey! What the heck are ya doin’?!” He cried out. Suprisingly, he felt too weak to properly struggle against you.

“Putting you to rest, you stubborn mule!” You retorted, entering his and Triffany’s hut and dragging him onto his bed. Wambus landed face first, and was suddenly overcome with incredible weariness. He groaned.

“Ugh…my back…my arms…”

“Feel that? That’s what happens when you neglect yoyurself for too long. You can’t help anybody in this state, now can you?” You scolded him.

“....No.”

“That’s right.” You huff. “Now, get some rest, wise guy. Your farm ain’t going nowhere.”

Wambus heard you walk off and out of the hut. And despite his mind screaming at him, for once, Wambus didn’t want to get up. You were right. He had been ignoring himself a tad too long, hadn’t he? Maybe…Maybe he’d just take a few minutes to himself. Just a few…..

He closed his eyes, unaware of his body already heading towards a nice long and well needed slumber.