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some Chapter 6 sillies because yes
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#gobb#garten of banban#garten of banban fanart#garten of banban redesign#garten of banban rewrite#gobb: as above so below#the naughty ones#sir dadadoo#the nanny#syringeon#syringeon babies#i wanted to make the Syringeon babies resemble Hercules Beetle larvae for obvious reasons#ya know I just realised I actually predicted the whole Mind Control plotline for my rewrite#just with a different character#in the rewrite it was the weird alien dude from Chapter 5 that would start controlling everyone#its okay I can figure out how to fit Dadadoo into the rewrite somehow#honestly I’m kinda salty that Syringeon isn’t female but it’s fine. bigender it is then :3#my art#pik’s art#artists on tumblr
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Would you believe it. More bitty bans
#probably the last of them until either#a) more chars come out#b) i find theres a great demand for givanium baby or some shit like that#c) i find i forgot a character which is very likely#sammy's doodles#garten of banban#sir dadadoo#naughty ones#syringeon#brushista#fanart
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#BABY SYRINGEON Meme 🤣#Funny Meme 🤣#garden of banban 8#garden of banban 7#garden of banban 6#garden of banban#garten of banban#garden of banban 4#queen bouncelia#mavgo#comic dubs#jester#youtube#sheriff toadster#nabnab#banban#banbaleena#garden of banban fanart#jester x sheriff toadster#jester vs queen bouncelia#bitterggiggle garden of banban#bittergiggle#garten of banban bittergiggle#Youtube
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#BABY SYRINGEON Meme 🤣#Funny Meme 🤣#garden of banban 8#garden of banban 7#garden of banban 6#garden of banban#garten of banban#garden of banban 4#queen bouncelia#mavgo#comic dubs#jester#youtube#sheriff toadster#nabnab#banban#banbaleena#garden of banban fanart#jester x sheriff toadster#jester vs queen bouncelia#bitterggiggle garden of banban#bittergiggle#garten of banban bittergiggle#Youtube
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#BABY SYRINGEON Meme 🤣#Funny Meme 🤣#garden of banban 8#garden of banban 7#garden of banban 6#garden of banban#garten of banban#garden of banban 4#queen bouncelia#mavgo#comic dubs#jester#youtube#sheriff toadster#nabnab#banban#banbaleena#garden of banban fanart#jester x sheriff toadster#jester vs queen bouncelia#bitterggiggle garden of banban#bittergiggle#garten of banban bittergiggle#Youtube
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"If I could return you little shites, I feckin' would." - Father of the year Syringeon, probably, at some point Y'know, I got dragged into this fandom because of Bittergiggle, but at this point I honestly think Syringeon has become my favorite character. So here's a lengthy shitpost I doodled up based on a kallmekris tiktok. He loves his babies, but holy crap do his 100+ kids piss him off on a daily basis- Also, another headcanon of mine; Syrin has normal hands underneath those metal medical gauntlets.
#garten of banban#gobb fanart#garten of banban fanart#garten of peakpeak#syringeon#gobb#givanium infants#givanium citizens#project: garten#project: garten au
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This is concept art for syringeon from the banban chronicles.
This is beta design syringeon.
Ugly Baby Syringeon
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Tiny
Chapter 5: Kittysaurus
Mutants didn’t need sleep.
It was one of the perks of having Givanium instead of blood.
There was no need for sleep or nourishment, so there was no point in doing ether activity.
Bittergiggle however found some uses for it. Taking a small nap here and there helped clear his mind of things when it was too jumbled or he couldn’t think straight. Crashing out on one of the couches was one of the best things he could do to keep his mind sane.
Though napping was inconsistent, and thoroughly unneeded, but the jester liked doing things his own way.
And he STILL didn’t know what to do now.
A short nap hadn’t been much. Bittergiggle still had no idea what to do with the tiny jester. Other than hedging Syringeon’s warning to keep her existence hidden, Bittergiggle had no clue what to do with her.
What do people DO with infants exactly?
Bittergiggle had never taken care of a child before, let alone an infant. He had never seen or interacted with kids or toddlers before aside from Givanium Infants, and even their father wasn’t a good role model to take after.
So, that left him completely in the dark on what to do.
Holding the child up, Bittergiggle studied the small creature carefully.
The kid was still sleeping, which at this point Bittergiggle was starting to get concerned that she had been sleeping too long. Or maybe sleeping for a long time was normal? He still had no clue now what to do or what was right or wrong in child-rising.
GAAAAAH! Why Did Syrigneon WANT Kids?! He wasn’t even a GOOD father to more than half of them! And why did HE get roped into this?!
The frown half of Bittergiggle’s face deepened, wondering if he could somehow murder the surgeon later.
What was four arms thinking? Giving him a baby to care for? What was he? A BABYSITTER?! He was JESTER for crying out loud! He didn’t know the first thing about kids!
… Well, that was sort of a lie.
Bittergiggle knew some things about kids. He had been made to be a mascot for kindergarten after all, but jokes had always been his forte. He had never been trained to handle kids or even knew much about them.
All he knew was that kids like to play, run around, and be given snacks when they were hungry. That was basically it, right? Just let them do whatever and make sure they were fed. It didn’t sound too hard. It sounded easy to the jester if that was all to it.
His grin half twitched a bit.
Maybe it wouldn’t interfere with his plans as much as he thought.
He could just give the kid some toys to distract and he’d be set to do whatever! A perfect plan for the jester!
His grin grew… then immediately fell.
Bittergiggle didn’t have toys. In fact, he was pretty sure he didn’t have anything that was suitable for a kid to play with. Unless scissors were a good substitute.
Wait.
Did he want to keep the kid or kill them?
A thin line drew on Bittergiggle’s face, wondering what to do. He was halfway leaning towards kidnapping a human and threatening them to help when a new idea hit him. One he felt foolish for not thinking about before.
Of course! The Employee Exercise Sector! That place had plenty of stuff he could use! Nothing useful, but the boxes in the cognitive area of the escort usually had something he could work with! Perhaps there was something there he could use for the kid.
Getting up, Bittergiggle had started to leave, before quickly turning his heel and heading straight back for his hideout because one, he was still carrying the kid in his arms and two, the clones were still arguing.
After separating the two (and some minor slapping to the faces here and there to break up the fight), Bittergiggle grabbed some cloth to act as a sling. He had been planning to leave the kid here, but he thought better since that would mean leaving her in the care of two argumentative clones who couldn’t have a civil conversation after two words to each other. It didn’t feel right to him to just leave her with them.
Once the mini jester was tucked against his chest in the sling, and covered by an additional coat to hide her from sight, Bittergiggle was off for the Exercise sector.
🧪
There had been a time Bittergiggle wondered about the layout of the floor.
There were a lot of twists and turns and pathways that didn’t make sense to the jester. One path could lead to there. Another could be here. And some would lead to random deadends.
It had taken the jester a while to map out all the paths of the floor, using his knowledge to get to places without using the transportation system that honestly felt like it took forever to him going round and round. Plus, knowing the Sheriff was on the lookout for him, Bittergiggle needed to take paths that the toad was less likely to consider checking.
Reaching the Employee Exercise Sector was easy enough. Bittergiggle knew the path to and for like the back of his own hands by now, so it was only a matter of minutes to reach his destination.
Peeking out the door to be sure no human, or bipedal toads in hats, were around, Bittergiggle quickly went for the button that opened the door to the cognitive exercise. He never understood this exercise and he had no desire to. He was only here to see if he could find anything useful before heading back.
Either whoever had designed this sector must have thought they were clever to use the room filled with boxes as a secret storage room, thinking that no one would be able to suspect a thing and take a peek inside them, or had likely forgotten that this was supposed to be just a simulation and not have anything actually packed away.
Too bad for them, Bittergiggle was a very curious Mutant, and often poked his face in places where it shouldn’t be.
A treasure trove of items was laid out before him, and Bittergiggle had wasted no time grabbing whatever he could find interesting to call his own.
Immediately, Bittergiggle was pulling boxes open, sorting though them one by one for anything useful. His plan was to bring back a few things to distract the kid with. The more he had, the better.
Though it was difficult to find anything that was deemed as playthings to the jester's eyes.
Plunger? Nope. Saw? Hard pass. Tickets to someplace called olympics? Trash. A book about self-love and care? Eww, gross. Who would ever need that?
After some searching, Bittergiggle finally found a few boxes that had been filled with a few items that could work.
Taking the items and filling them all into one box, Bittergiggle was sure things were going smoothly for him.
But as he set boxes back in their original places to not arouse suspicion, the ground suddenly shook. The jester shot out one arm, the other wrapping around his chest, waving it around to keep his balance as the floor rumbled in tremors.
… Tremors?
Bittergiggle’s eyes widened.
There was a bang on the door at the other end of the room, followed by a loud sound.
A sound he knew and loved all too well.
The grin on his face grew and grew as Bittergiggle quickly hurried over, messing with the door to open so he wouldn’t waste time on a stupid test, and threw his arms up in delight.
“KITTY!”
A large furry face greeted him as the jester wrapped his arms around his pet’s muzzle. Loud rubbing purrs reverberated through the large feline as the jester buried his face into her fur.
If there was one person in the entire facility who Bittergiggle deeply cherished, it was his pet cat/dinosaur Kittysaurus.
“I’ve missed you so much girl!” Bittergiggle squealed, running his hands up and down through the large thick fur. “I’m sorry I haven’t visited you in such a long time and I know how much you don’t like being alone here and I would have visited, no, I SHOULD have visited, but something happened and I know that’s no excuse not to visit you and I’m so sorry for that I’ll make it up to you with lots and lots and lots of cuddles and treats and kisses and brushies and jokes and snuggles and oh my GOD Kitty you will not BE-LIEVE what I’ve been through these last few hours! I can hardly make any SENSE of it! My GOD! Like WHAT THE HECK?! First an arm and now a KID?! WHAT?! What was Syringon thinking?! Dumping a kid on me with no other explanation other than here, your problem now, and just expecting me to know what to do without any hints or help or actual useful advice that would be great because I have NO CLUE on what to do! I’M JESTER! NOT A FREAKING DAYCARE ATTENDANT! WHO CONFUSES JESTERS WITH DAYCARE ATTENDANTS?! THEY CAN’T BE BOTH! Anyway’s long story short, my arm got cut off, I went to get it fixed and somehow wound up with a mini-me. Annnnd Syringeon is still a grumpy no good meanie.”
Kittysaurus blinked slowly at her master. More than half of his words went through one ear and then out the other. What she could gather though was that her master had been gone for a long time and now he was back! And he was going to give her treats and snugglies! Kittysauruse LOVED IT when her master gave her snugglies!
But why did he smell so strange?
Kittysaurus sniffed her master curiously. The scent of her master was there, along with the fading scent of the four-armed pink meanie master didn’t like. She couldn’t smell the big brown being that master hung around a lot on him anymore. But there was a new scent. One she never smelled before. And coming off the master.
“… right, uh, that.” Bittergiggle darted his eyes off to the side as the feline dinosaur inched her nose closer to his chest. A part of him wondered if it was a good idea to show Kittysaurus the mini-jester. Would showing her be a good idea? Kittysaurus was very obedient under his command, so he was sure that she would back off if he told her so if he felt she was too close. But at the same time, Syringeon’s warning rang in his head.
He wanted to keep mini him hidden. Away from prying eyes that could alert the scientists. But at the same time, he wanted to show Kitty the tiny jester SO BADLY! The fuzz ball was almost as fuzzy as the dinosaurs! And that was SO CUTE to the jester!
After a long debate in his head, and Kittysaurus’ curious sniffing, Bittergiggle gave in and opened his jacket.
Kittysuraus tilted her head curiously as Bittergiggle reached in and took out the mini jester from the sling, showing the smaller creature off to the large feline. “Kitty, this is… uh… um…”
Bittergiggle fumbled, looking down at the tiny jester. Who currently had no name, annnnnd now that he thought about it, it would sound weird to call her Bittergiggle since that was supposed to be HIS name. She didn’t even LOOK like a Bittergiggle to him. She looked… like a mini jester.
“This is… my kid?” He settled, holding the tiny jester out for Kittysaurus to sniff and familiarize the scent of the new being. He would deal with names later. “She’s a part of the family now! Which means she’s friendly. Got it? Friendly.” He made sure to stress the word, to make it clear to Kittysaurus that harming the little jester was out of the question.
Plus, he didn’t want her accidentally stepping on the kid if she didn’t know that tiny was alright.
Kittysaurus sniffed this new being carefully. It smelled different, but it had master’s scent mixed in. The master called it friendly and family, so it must be a good thing!
The jester let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding when Kittysaurus made an approved rumble, tucking the kid back to his chest. “Good girl.” He praised, patting the giant black nose. “Remember. Friendly. Safe. Good. Got it?” Kittysaurus made a chirping noise. “Good.”
Nodding his head, glad it was settled, Bittergiggle glanced down at the mini jester.
He nearly had a heart attack when he saw the kid had one of her eyes open.
A deep amethyst-colored eye on the royal azure side started up at him, blinking slowly at Bittergiggle as it took in the world for the first time. Her eye on the deep purple side slowly opened, blinking a few times before revealing an eye that was sapphire hidden underneath.
Bittergiggle stood frozen. The two jesters stared at each other for a long moment, hardly breaking eye contact with each other.
Finally, with slow blinks, the tiny jester looked about, taking in the world for the first time. There wasn’t much to look at aside from the walls, a giant cat hybrid and the jester himself, but everything was so new to the tiny being she took it in slowly as she gazed around, looking back often at Bittergiggle and Kittysuarus who caught her attention the most.
“… oh no.” Bittergiggle said, hunching his shoulders as Kittysaurus watched this new little creature in interest.
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The naughty ones once they have completely bonded with Voiceless Bittergiggle get protective of him. They hiss at Syringeon and dont like him.
It’s adorable to think of him becoming an accidental baby sitter and then they just get attached to him. He has these rabid tinies swarming after him
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Can you draw Syringeon’s kids?
A little late but here it is!
I included the entire family in that consists of Syringeon, citizens and infants (Givanium Baby escaped before they could take a pic)
Their relationship goes like this: Syringy is usually the strict and overprotective type of dad towards the infants, as he first didn’t really care about them up until they started speaking and just playing around, so he developed a soft spot for them. As for the citizens, he’s more of a tyrant, commanding then around like, well, a boss to his employees.
These two species for children knows majority of Syringeon’s secrets, so go ask them for answers keke (includes friendships with some characters, how he treats his patients and daily life)
Had a fun time drawing them hehe thanks for requesting!
#art#fanart#traditional art#garten of banban#garten of banban fanart#artists on tumblr#syringeon#syringeon fanart#givanium citizens#givanium infants#syringeon’s family#i swear every time i draw syringy he’s more cute than menacing 😀
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Syringeon feeds the givanium babies givanium from a baby bottle to help them grow big and strong like all his other homunculi
#garten of banban#I think those tiny things grow into the full aliens from consuming givanium#Cause we know givanium makes them grow#That oversized one probably got too much and got fucked up#I could go on about the depths of givanium cause I've thought about it
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I finished Banban 😼😼😼 Finally free
Shoutout to Bittergiggle for carrying 4 6 7 and also 1 2 3 cuz I’mm sure he was there somewhere
I love that guy
Also RIP Bittergiggle he got poked in the chest 💔
Promise you something HAD to have been up with the VA idk why they killed him and no one else… Like. Hasn’t every single character died at least five times. Can he come back next chapter and be like “Yeeeouch that sure smarted me!!” Or sum
Erm. I can’t remember his name. Syringeon. He sounds like a pawpaw I like him. I mean this in the least hateful way that my expectations for cutscenes were so low tht when I saw his pupils move in the intro I was like 😧‼️‼️‼️
Also like what the freak there is an entire city underground with bars n theaters n art n stuff!! I thought all the characters were just roaming around waiting to rot but nah they got a whole society!!
Oh hi wait back to Bittergiggle. “I’ll finally have a captive audience!!” Then KILLS HIMSELF?? Like. He knew the life-altering repercussions but would take it all just to feel like he meant something like he fulfilled his purpose. Hohhh.
He’s my fav can U tell
Dadadoo was funny fr he went from big scary boss man cryptid to “**GULP** **CARTOON SHIVER** is it too late to negotiate?? 😨😨😰”
He’s cool
Only part that scared me was when you failed the matching test and that THING came out of the door absolutely wailing. Matpat talked abt how the experiments started as an attempt to make a child??? All I could imagine is that it was a mutant baby :( Horrible
Get toadsted
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Character ages (based off the arrival of the Player)
Note that the ages aren't the 'real' ages because the mascots age and mature physical quicker than humans, more like in dog years. The baby to teen period is compressed and shorten by a few years than compared to humans.(3-4 years approximately)
'Main Mascots'
Banban (Duke): 36
(idk if he counts as a main)Hellish Banban(Henry): 36 ( same age cause twins)
Banbalina (BonBon): 34
Jumbo josh: 37
Jumbo siblings: 28-30
Stinger Flynn: 30
Opila Bird: 33
Tartar Bird: 32
'Outcasts'
Queen Bouncelia (Queen Lia): 47
Syringeon (Sergio): 48
The Nanny (Rosetta): 41
Sir Dadadoo: 40
Sheriff Toadster: 38
Bittergiggle: 37
Captain Fiddles and crew: 36-39 (between the siblings, some are twins/triplets)
Tamataki & Chamataki (brothers, twins): 35
Nabnab (Nathan): 34
Nabnalina (Natalie): 32
Slow Seline: 29
Kittysuarus (Kathryn): 26
Zolphius: unknown
Straight up babies/kids/teens
Rubin:17
Froggie: 16
GV Twins, black eye(Basil), white eye(Wai): 6
Little beak (Lotus): 3
Little beaks siblings( Lily(girl), Bluebell(boy), Daisy(girl): 3
Mystery marionette: Unknown
Humans
Player(child): 8-10
Dr. Uthman, Adam: 49
Dr. Waverly Mason: 48
#banban's kindergarten#garten of banban#gobb#jumbo josh#opila bird#queen bouncelia#sheriff toadster#stinger flynn#banban#recreatedgobb#recreatedgobbau#tamataki and chamataki#nabnab#nabnaleena#hellish banban#banbaleena#syringeon#little beak#tartar bird#slow seline#the nanny#zolphius#captain fiddles#sir dadadoo#opila chick#tartar chick
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Garten Of Banban: As Above So Below LGBTQ+ Headcanons because…WELL WHY THE HELL NOT!
HELLO EVERYONE!! I’m sorry I haven’t been posting much content on my GoBB rewrite, so I figured I’d just make this post for now, enjoy!
Morley Newmaker - Sapphic Asexual Demigirl, She/They
Tobias Newmaker - Unlabeled Cis Boy, He/Him
Claire Roberts - Unlabeled Cis Girl, She/Her
Uthman Adam - Aro/Ace Demiboy, He/They/Xe
Weverly Mason - Bisexual Cis Woman, She/Her
Banban - Pansexual Trans Man, He/Him
Banbaleena - Bisexual Trans Woman, She/Her
Jumbo Josh - Polyamorous Bisexual Trans Man, He/Him
Stinger Flynn - Unlabeled Aro/Ace Intersex Demiboy, He/They
Captain Fiddles - Unlabeled Genderfluid Person, He/She/They
Opila Bird - Pansexual Cis Woman, She/Her
Tarta Bird - Bisexual Cis Man, He/Him
Little Beak - Unlabeled Intersex Girl, She/Her
Slow Seline - Sapphic Asexual Intersex Woman, They/She
Sheriff Toadster - Gay Cis Man, He/Him
Nabnab - Biromantic Asexual Demiboy, He/They/Xe
Nabnaleena - Aro/Ace Demigirl, She/It
Queen Bouncelia - Polyamorous Bisexual Cis Woman, She/Her
Sir Dadadoo - Polyamorous Bisexual Cis Man, He/Xe
Bittergiggle - Pansexual Nonbinary Intersex Person, They/Them
Tamataki - Bisexual Demiboy, He/They, Xe
Chamataki - Lesbian Demigirl, She/Him/Xe
Syringeon - Biromantic Demisexual Trans Woman, She/Him
Mandi (Black-Eyed Syringeon Baby) - Unlabeled Intersex Demigirl, She/Him
Medi (White-Eyed Syringeon Baby) - Unlabeled Genderqueer Person, They/Them
Kittysaurus - Pansexual Cis Woman, She/It
Zolphius - Polyamorous Panromantic Demisexual Nonbinary Person, Any Pronouns
The Nanny - Unlabeled Aro/Ace Woman, She/They/It
Thingamajig (The Chapter 5 Alien Dude) - Polyamorous Unlabeled Agender Person, They/Xe/It
#gobb#garten of banban#garten of banban rewrite#gobb: as above so below#garten of banban player#oc: morley newmaker#oc: tobias newmaker#oc: claire roberts#uthman adam#weverly mason#banban#banbaleena#jumbo josh#stinger flynn#captain fiddles#opila bird#tarta bird#little beak#slow seline#sheriff toadster#nabnab#nabnaleena#queen bouncelia#sir dadadoo#bittergiggle#tamataki and chamataki#syringeon#kittysaurus#zolphius#the nanny
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" oh no... you're a baby too Syringeon?? How can i fix this "
" i need a plan "
(Pic not mine )
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Chapter 3: What Now?
I’m calm. I’m calm.
I’m fine. This is fine. Nothing’s wrong.
Everything will work out.
Everything will be okay.
I am in control.
I am fine and calm.
I’m calm.
I’m calm.
I’M NOT CALM.
Bittergiggle’s mind was a swirl of chaos.
Every bit of his brain was kicking into overdrive as he made his way back to his hideout with the constant reminder of his new predicament in his arms.
A part of Bittergiggle wanted to scream, to throw the mini version of himself far away and run. Another part of him tried to think where the best place to dump the child would be and never look back.
Another, bigger, more desperate part of him wanted to track down Syringeon and beg on his knees for him to take the child back.
Bittergiggle was a performer. A jokester, a cunning trickster, an escape artist, a hidden genius, many things!
But a father?
A parent?
No. That was not him.
The jester swore he was almost sick. His stomach, while empty, felt like it was trying to hurl and twist into knots at the same time. His legs felt like they could give out any moment, but still carried forward as Bittergiggle used all the best routes to stay hidden and out of sight.
A rogue thought crossed his mind as he slid past cameras in the blind spots, one that wondered if he could just leave the mini him where human surveillance could come across it and leave him scot-free to escape.
But then Syringeon’s voice would pop up. His last warning to the jester left an ominous taste in his mouth that made him wonder what the surgeon meant, and why he felt so compelled to hide the tiny jester like the four-armed mutant suggested he should.
Why? Why hide her? Why keep her a secret for the humans when they could easily take her out of his life?
Well, that was a simple answer.
Humans SUCKED.
From day one, Bittergiggle’s life, and the lives of many other Mutants and Mascots, had been miserable.
Day in and out were filled with nothing but testing and probing and more testing and mistreatment and more testing and more probing and more backlash and harsh comments and even, surprise surprise, MORE TESTING!
It had been agony those first few months of his life, and it didn’t get any better when the humans deemed him unfit and threw him down to the lower levels. He had the freedom to move about instead of being locked inside a cell all the time till testing, but Bittergiggle still felt trapped.
Like he never left the cell.
Syringeon was right.
Handing her to a human was nothing short of certainty for a miserable life, and he wouldn’t wish that on another Mutant and Mascot.
The scars hidden on his body were a constant reminder of why humans would never be good. And Bittergiggle would be no better than them if he handed this tiny jester to them.
Not to mention Syringeon’s ominous warning.
What did he mean by both?
Was it a warning? An underline message? Something of great importance?
Whatever it meant, Bittergiggle couldn’t focus on it. Not when the reeling panic in his brain made it difficult to focus on anything other than moving his feet to get back to his only sanctum and the small weight in his arms.
He kept his eyes from looking down at the tiny jester, to focus solely on his path and not look down and reconfirm that there was a tiny version of himself in his arms and that it was young and not one of his clones and baby looking and HE REALLY NEEDED A ROOM TO SCREAM IN RIGHT NOW.
Some part of Bittergiggle’s mind must have switched off, because the jester hadn’t realized when he made in back to the Feeding Sector till he spotted his little safe space hidden down below. The jester wasted no time opening the doors to his hideout, ducking inside and nearly collapsing to the ground once they were shut tight behind him.
The familiar view of his failures put some odd ease back in his mind, the four soulless bodies of clones exactly where they were since his last visit. The few barrels of Givanium Bittergiggle managed to swipe were still sitting patiently where he left them, and the piles of discarded paper covered in jokes littered the floor.
This was his home. His hideout. His place of sanctuary away from the Kingdom while still being in the Kingdom. A place Bittergiggle felt he could cry and spiral without watchful eyes on him and think in relative peace.
A peace that didn’t last long when Bittergiggle finally let his gaze fall to the mini jester, and everything he was trying to bottle up burst out in a high pitch whine that could almost be mistaken for a scream.
Bittergiggle pulled the fuzzball away, staring at it as memories of earlier events played in his head over and over.
How? How Did He Get Stuck In This Position?!
What Had He Done To Get A KID Dumped On Him?!
He Hadn’t Done Anything To Syringeon To Earn This!
… Well, nothing recently at least.
Was he still angry about the joke of his four arms? Or the prank gift that shot out confetti? Or the time Bittergiggle somehow managed to get his hands on paint and decorated half of Cityngeon in childish drawings? Or it could be when Bittergiggle switched every sign in the town and edited the rules? Or maybe he was still mad that Bittergiggle managed to set the bar on fire that one time that got out of control and nearly burned the whole floor to the ground?
… NAH! It couldn’t have been any of those!
… probably.
… okay, maybe, but that was a long time ago! And Bittergiggle was sure the surgeon got over it!
… maybe.
But still, in what way had he done to warrant a BABY in his life?! He was half certain he was crossing a few lines here with having this kid in his hands!
And what exactly did Syrigneon expect him to do with a KID?! He didn’t know the first thing about childcare! Bittergiggle only knew jokes! Bad jokes, but it was something at least! It was the only skill he had!
… Well, maybe that wasn’t true.
Bittergiggle’s eyes went over to the tanks, staring at the off-colored clones bobbing silently in the clear liquid. He would never admit it to Syringeon, or anyone else, but the jester was far craftier than anyone could give him credit for.
The surgeon thought he was clever. Thought that no one would be able to decipher his notes and findings on Givanium. Half finished formulas and genetic diagrams with modified calculations to throw off any peeping human who might stumble across his work.
All of it hidden under a fine multi-layered highly advanced coding that would take years of five Albert Einsteins to crack it.
Bittergiggle figured it out in five months.
People thought he was a bit ditsy, and the jester preferred to appear as such. It made it easier to hide under radar when others assumed he wasn’t bright. Sure Bittergiggle had some of his moments that he was too embarrassed to even think about, but he kept up the appearance of being unable to do anything else aside from making bad jokes. Leaving people like Syringeon to drop their guard long enough for Bittergiggle to swipe, copy, and even replace things without anyone ever even noticing.
So the surgeon had no idea that Bittergiggle had not only copied his notes, but managed to crack their codes as well. Which gave Bittergiggle some insight on Givanium. Things he wasn’t aware of and things he thought he could use to help with his dilemma.
Of course, he wasn’t anywhere near Syrigneon’s level of expertise when it came to Givanium. The jester had a few screw ups here and there at first before he managed to successfully create a living clone of himself. And even that didn’t work when the clone’s jokes were just as bad as his were. Maybe even worse when he thought about it.
Which made him give up after the last clone split in two. Clones were much more of a problem than a solution, and he didn’t like adding more problems to his current dilemma.
Problems that seemed to like popping up all around him.
Bittergiggle glanced back down at the fuzzball.
He had no clue what to do with this thing.
The plan to hunt down Syringeon and beg him to take the kid back sounded pretty good right about now, but knowing the surgeon’s temper and the nasty look the four-armed mutant gave him made Bittergiggle think twice about approaching him.
If anything, Bittergiggle was sure that if Syringeon saw him again, the jester had a feeling that pieces of him would be lost forever in a facility.
So… now what?
What was he supposed to do now?
What was his next step and did it involve this… mini him, or going back to his original plans?
It took a while of staring at the mini jester and pondering his next move before Bittergiggle finally decided what his next move would be. And it surprisingly unsurprisingly involved getting new clothes on.
Oh sure. Most Mutants and Mascots didn’t wear clothes. There wasn’t really much of a point to do so. None of them had any indecencies to cover up since they were all clay beings, but Bittergiggle liked wearing clothes.
Clothes made him look goofy, and stylish at the same time. It made him feel like a real jester when he had checkered clothing on, even if he tended to go overboard with his fashion sometimes. And having been stuck in a shirt missing a sleeve and stained with dried Givanium certainly wasn’t fun either.
Setting the mini jester on the table next the bottomless jester clone, Bittergiggle went to the back of his hideout, opening the small closet that contained all of the essential things he needed like notes, pencils, crayons, paper, joke books he never got around to reading, a sewing kiting, knitting needles, yarn, crochet hooks, and, most importantly, clothes.
Deeming his shirt as a lost cause and not worth the effort to fix or clean, Bittergiggle tossed it aside, grabbing a new shirt, one with spirals and diamond patterns, and quickly dawned it on, feeling much better than he had in a month.
With one problem down, he felt he was going on the right track… until his eyes landed on the tiny jester and the feeling of everything derailing came rushing back.
Right. Mini him. He almost forgot about that.
No he didn’t. There was no way he could forget about a literal baby being dumped in his care.
And how exactly was he supposed to raise a baby? He still only knew jokes, and that was his worst/best quality.
Picking up the tiny being, Bittergiggle pondered what to do next.
He thought about anything that could help, thinking back to any parental humans he knew and wondered if he should copy any of them, but quickly shoved that thought out of his mind as 1) Ew, humans, and 2) Ew, humans. Bittergiggle was certain that if they were as bad as scientists, then they were no doubt failing as parents as well in their home life.
They could be more or less worse than Syringeon. That guy used his own creations for his own doing and he didn’t care for any of them much. Probably.
Bittergiggle wasn’t sure what Syringeon’s relationship with his kids was like when he wasn’t cutting them up or drilling new holes in them. He wasn’t even sure if the guy truly saw any of them as his kids.
… would he be the same?
The daunting question seemed to hit Bittergiggle harder than he thought as he stared at the royal azure and deep purple jester. The thought of turning out exactly like Syringeon made his insides feel twisted and sick, memories of the four-armed Mutant attacking his own creations without a single hesitation somehow made the jester want to pity them.
Would he turn out like that? Raising this kid only to snap and attack them if they did something wrong? Would he get so angry that he’d want to dispose of them for being useless or problematic?
No.
Bittergiggle shook his head.
No no NO. That was not him. Syringeon was grumpy, old, mean, and blunt. He hated nearly everyone and everything. Bittergiggle wasn’t like that. Bittergiggle was fun! Bittergiggle was the complete opposite of mean old Syringeon!
He wouldn’t turn out like him! No way!
This kid was in good hands! He wouldn’t get angry at them over every little thing, or attack them or hurt them or throw them away without a second thought like Syringeon!
He… probably needed some advice on how exactly he needed to raise a kid, but he could probably do it! Yeah!
He’d stick it to Syringeon! He’d be the best parent to this kid that everyone will drop their jaws in AWE with how great he was! Yes sir! Won’t they be surprised at how well he raised them when he showed his kid if, already hearing them opening their mouths and saying–
“A baby?”
Bittergiggle froze.
His eyes slowly turned to the end of the room.
The giant green and coral head stared back at him from the table.
Still.
And silent.
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…
…
Faster than a split second, Bittergiggle’s green hand shot out, poking one of the eyes of the head.
The head let out a scream, which caused Bittergiggle to scream, tumbling backwards in surprise.
“YOU’RE ALIVE?!” He screamed, clutching the mini him close. “YOU’RE ACTUALLY ALIVE?!”
“YOU POKED ME IN THE EYE?!” The head screamed. “WHAT THE HECK?!
“SORRY IT WAS JUST REFLEX!”
“WHAT TYPE OF REFLEX MAKES YOU POKE PEOPLE IN THE EYE?!”
“I DON’T KNOW?! SHOCK?! SURPRISE?! I WASN’T EXPECTING YOU TO TALK!”
“THEN WHY POKE ME IN THE EYE?!”
“REFLEX!”
“At least he didn’t poke both of your eyes.”
A different voice startled Bittergiggle, and he acted without thinking, whipping his hand out and slapping the yellow and blue jester on the table.
“OW?! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!”
“YOU’RE ALIVE TOO?!”
“YES?! OW! WHY’D YOU SLAP ME?!”
“REFLEX?!”
“OH SO HE GETS A SLAP AND I GET A POKE IN THE EYE?!”
“HEY! THAT SLAP HURT!”
“AND I WASN’T EXPECTING YOU BOTH TO BE ALIVE?!”
“SO BEING A HEAD AUTOMATICALLY MEANS POKE IN THE EYE THEN?!”
“WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING?!”
The room was fill was yelling and screaming, with no one the wiser of it ever happening outside.
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