#Bamton Swansong

[soulthefunnyman]

Cold

Wee quicky while I’m dying in this heat, post Snaktooth Bamton being a shitlord to himself, written in five minutes because passing the time.

Cold. That’s all he felt nowadays.

Bamton had gotten back from the island via hitchhiking on the couple’s raft, but had been down on his luck ever since, to put it nicely. He had a roof over his head, but that was about the best it got.

Every day was scrounging to even attempt to get some cash for rent and bills, between doing odd jobs and taking crappy pictures on some cheap polaroid he snagged when no one was looking. It wasn’t much, but it kept him alive.

That’s all he was doing nowadays. Surviving.

But he didn’t care about any of that. All of that was second hand to what he was really focused on.

Filbo Fiddlepie and his little partner in crime. Ever since he saw those two in the newspaper, smiling gleefully in the camera, something sparked within his soul.

It was always there, of course, things would have been so much better if he got what he wanted that final day on Snaktooth, but he had suppressed it for the sake of his mind. He was completely prepared to move on to better things.

Until he saw that grumpforsaken picture of his first day in office. And his blood boiled.

Every day since then was spent thinking of many scenarios. Many where he won. Where he got revenge. Where they never existed. And he was in bliss.

His paws shook whenever he imagined it. Seeing the fear in his eyes when he pushed him down…

Many nights were spent thinking of all sorts.

He knew it wasn’t healthy. He didn’t care.

He wasn’t cold any more. Not when he had a fiery hatred inside of him.

#bugsnax oc #fanfic #Bamton Swansong #bugsnax

[twilightprince101]

BLASTS THE BUGSNAX FANDOM WITH MY SUPER MEGA ARTFIGHT ATTACK BEAM!!!!

BEHOLD: PANDORA'S TRIANGLE!!!

This piece is by far one of the biggest ones I've ever made, both in terms of raw size and composition. Me and my friends in a Bugsnax server took part in a gigantic RP thing together involving the Grumpinati being more involved with the expedition team, and this piece was made to memorialize that whole thing!!!

The Bugsnax fandom has, in the past year and a half, really helped improve my life. I'm trying to be more outgoing with how I approach people, I have much more fun with how I express myself and my creative drive has boosted significantly!! It's not an exaggeration to say that, if I didn't join this fandom, I likely wouldn't be who I am today. So this piece is dedicated to my friends in the fandom, and to Bugsnax at large for its overwhelming creativity!

Artfight as well this year was an experience. In terms of attacks I didn't do too many, but the fact that I managed to do more than one art piece this month is a god damn miracle. Really helped me get out of my creative rut, and I wanna continue making more even after this!!

So to everyone in the fandom and who has been making stuff alongside me, thanks for being you! You're all a blessing, and it's an honor to freak out over gay muppets with all of you <3

CHARACTER CREDITS UNDER THE CUT!!!

Crisp Busterfun (Brown grump), Maizel Mudwig (Lime green grump with brown jacket), Morfus Evenprestige (dark purple grump with labcoat and goggles) and Amberg Grandmark (orange grump with sword), alongside the fanmade bugsnax Beheamoth (ice cream cake with horns) belong to @bustersnax

Lazloo and Loola Morrowell (Hunched over grump looking at an ant farm and light blue grump with necklace) along with fanmade bugsnax Taffurm (Pink strings with squares) belongs to @basedsnax

Lazloo and Loola Morrowell (Hunched over grump looking at an ant farm and light blue grump with necklace) along with fanmade bugsnax Taffurm (Pink strings with squares) belongs to @basedsnax

Iethiko Costapese (black coated grump in the center) and Vylsia Stickdrop (light blue grump with black jacket) belongs to my friend Vyn, who does not have a tumblr account

Bamton Swansong (brown grump with jacket and large stolen lightning staff) and "Smitmore" (yellow grump with trenchcoat and sunglasses) belongs to @soulthefunnyman

Frankley Baffletap (fully snakified grump with a raspberry horn) and Aliara Witgoal (Purple grump with black coat) belongs to @emeiandstuff

Rupyne Loupdaze (Large black grump sitting cross legged), Maltah Mailstrife (green grump offering a protein bar) and Sharkley Crownshine (golden sweater grump holding a remote) belongs to @ennet

Lusile Sunnyfunny (faded pink grump that Gramble is reaching towards) belongs to @strabbyshortcake

Suey Choppingblock (red grump in a grumpinati cloak) and Jaymie Slumberlamb (light purple grump in a white T-shirt giving the bird) belongs to @vaperroreon

Seris Sadgrey (grey grump with glasses and tie, running a paw through their hair) belongs to @hyper-fixator

Mayya Copperbell (yellow grump in orange hawaiian shirt), Oliander Copperbell (Orange-yellow grump with eyepatch), Aximia Rosebuttons (Purple grump in sweater hugging Mayya), and Rodelia Rubyheart (red grump in cloak drinking wine) belongs to @mayyak

and finally…

Bonga Binglebangle (cyan grump with purple hair), Anion Scattacone (dusty purple grump with cloak), Cation Tearyeyes (dark purple grump with purple cloak in the corner), Ion Scattacone (dark purple grump with bowling alley carpet-style scarf) and Cerula Ethrel (blue ghost coming from Anion's head) belong to @icyrose-cat

whew!! Lots of OCs there, over 30 of 'em!! Highly recommend you go check these guys out, they rock and are awesome to hang with!!

#bugsnax #bugsnax oc #grumpus oc #my drawing #artfight #art fight #my drawings #my oc #my ocs #not my ocs #gramble gigglefunny #grumpinati #bugsnax grumpinati #bugsnax triplicate #I'm not tagging every single oc here #im tired #i stayed up until 3 am to make this #twi talks #let me rest

[bugginandsnackin]

"Life's a precious thing

Don't you throw it away

Don't you throw it away today

Life's a precious thing

Don't you throw it away

Don't you throw it away today

Life's a precious thing

Don't you throw it away

Don't you throw it away today

And I said the room is filled with people that love you!

The Room is Filled With People That Love You!"

°•{The room is filled with people that love you by Foresight}•°

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

And a happy new year to everyone in the snorpciety server!

I'm not very good at speeches or anything whatsoever, but I just wanted to say that I'm super grateful that I joined the server back in 2021

I've met so many amazing people there that have improved my life and made me a happier person

I cant even think of the right words to say that say just how happy I am that i know all of you and that I joined this amazing community

Thank all of you and bugsnax for making my life better! I can't wait to see where we all go next! I love you all! All of you! 💞

CREDITS:

Sunny Frazzlefuzz and Balvine Orbitwinkle- @bugginandsnackin (me!)

Chordical Gallopano and Parkour journalist mcgee- @thegalleonsnest

Orlifa featherbean- @cheesesteakphil

Pompkeen Patchwork and Cassuskin MeatQuibble- @jillibean06

Peeply Griffleseed- @moominmamma-time

Shylee and Torianne- @bell-hell 💗 (love you, honey ♡)

Ordie- @strabbyshortcake

Rafiel Forestprowler and Serjey Forestprowler- @nova-shadow26

Mollinda Goosechase and Lorabetta Nightshade- @smol-tired-binch-blog

Talara Quietbell- @girlyliondragon

Buddy Sonderthing- @happysonderthing

Gramfelt and Rupyne- @ennnet

Alonsy- @uberbotactivated

Mylon Magicknight- @nonbinarybardd

Bab and Belliet "bunny" Rufflerump- @eggybell

Yokai whispbite- @superyokaigamer

Bamton Swansong- @soulgypsywastaken

Toki Sprinklebun- @toshinorigutz

Clofur Cuddlepaw- @lucky-slime

#bugsnax #my art #artsnax(art tag)

[soulthefunnyman]

“Hey, Wambus... Got something you might wanna see.” - Bamton, two seconds from causing another argument between the big blue farmer man and the little pink gerbil.

A commission from @lynnesgalaxy, who you should definitely check out, their art is amazing.

#bugsnax #bugsnax oc #Bamton Swansong #wambus troubleham #lynnesgalaxy

[soulthefunnyman]

The Asshole

A commission from @pastel-snorpy, who you should definitely check out. Their stuff’s great, and their AU is pretty cool.

#bugsnax oc #commission #pastel-snorpy #They captured my boy perfectly #I am astounded #bugsnax #Bamton Swansong

[soulthefunnyman]

Another OC Woohoo

Meet Bamton Swansong, wannabe freelance photographer and egotistical to the max.

This one was more of an experiment, twist on the usual journalist character, complete scumbag who is irredeemable and is meant to be hated.

Not completely done with him yet, but it’s more than enough for me to share.

Name: Bamton Swansong

- 5’6.

- Early twenties, fresh face in photography.

- Sometimes wears a hoodie if the weather’s good but otherwise goes with nothing

- Is a complete arsehole, keep away from him, he is scum.

- Seriously don’t interact with him he has more pride than thought possible.- 

- He is so proud of his photography and will take every opportunity to show off his best shots.

- He puts everything into his photography, came to Snaktooth to show off to the expedition and take the best shots anyone had seen.

- He does not get along with anyone. At all. No one puts up with his shit and is ostracised early on once Lizbert disappears.

- He becomes cynical and hates the rest of the cast by the time the journalist arrives and often tries to one-up them at every opportunity.

- This only gets worse as he returns to Snaxburg, always mocking others and making enemies.

- By the end of the game, there’s no saving him, he’s a complete arse that sees everyone as beneath him.

- He learns through eavesdropping on Snorpy’s listening device about the true nature of Bugsnax and gets an idea for a new shot. The moment someone starts to fall apart and turn into Bugsnax.

- He doesn’t care about them, after all, they’re just stepping stones for his career.

- What follows is him trying to sabotage escape efforts, and winds up holding Filbo down near the end, content to let the Snax rush him and create the opportunity for his shot.

- Naturally, since there are eleven others watching this happen it doesn’t go well for him, winds up being tossed off from the boat.

- His fate is unknown by that point, could be stranded, could be dead.

#bugsnax #bugsnax oc #Bamton Swansong

[soulthefunnyman]

Bamton’s Got Problems

A proper story for Bamton Swansong, the ultimate asshole photographer that’s pettier than a school kid.

Honestly he may as well be one. After all, not getting his way makes him frustrated.

And frustrated grumpuses can do all sorts of things.

Word Count: 3104 (holy shit it doesn’t feel that long)

When Bamton had first come to this island, his expectations were high. He skipped out on the best chance he had to come here, so he expected results from day one, or he was walking.

And to give credit to Lizbert and the rest of them, it was great enough material to document everything that happened to the group, so it wasn’t like he was asking for too much. 

“Story of a lifetime!” his ass, though. He was half-tempted to sue Lizbert for false advertising.

It was the most mundane, boring, useless schlock he had seen, and he was half tempted more than once to steal the boat and pray to whatever higher beings were out there while he blindly piloted the ship.

Then Bugsnax were introduced to them all by day three.

Lizbert had been quiet about what she had been seeing out on the island, avoiding the question whenever he asked, so he’d taken an interest in what she’d been up to. He couldn’t exactly follow her because of her little whipping boy Filbo she had following her would likely rat him out if he did so, but when she came around that evening with something in her paws, he already had his camera ready.

That had made things more tolerable at least, having something on the regular that tasted good as opposed to the mess the doctor called rations. That was one thing he could agree on with most of the residents, at least.

But that was the extent of it. 

Snaxburg was great for his photography skills but horrible to live in. No one listened to him, and then they always wanted him to do something like some kind of servant being ordered around. Just because he was the youngest there didn’t mean he had to put up with all of that.

He was a photographer, not some child being told to do chores.

At least the escalating arguments gave him a lot of material, which could work for practically any story he wanted to paint here. They didn’t understand the power he had over them all. He loved that part of his job. The feeling of holding something over someone, seeing them crumple and beg for it not to be publicised.

Bamton wasn’t some chump. He was the best grumping photographer in the world.

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Bamton didn’t know how he put up with those chucklefucks up until now. All they did was complain, complain, complain.

He was sick and tired of their bitching and moaning. He just wanted a place where he could show off his work without being ridiculed for his age. So he was only twenty-one, that didn’t mean he wasn’t able to do it! He was the best of the best, unmatched in photography! No one was better.

No one.

But now he had cut them all off since they very clearly didn’t like him. It was no surprise considering the utter failure of a leader had up and left them all on this hellhole of an island. Honestly, he was surprised it took that long for the lovers to ditch them all, especially considering how tense things were getting.

At least a silver lining of it all was that it made some great photos. Grumpuses everywhere would eat this kind of story right up, and that meant money. Lots and lots of money. 

Of course, that one upside meant nothing if he couldn’t even get off the fucking island in the first place.  He was a promising photographer, he had a career ahead of him, yet he decided to throw it away all for one trip to death island. 

He was frustrated that he fell for Lizbert’s little lies.

Oh, how he wanted nothing more than to leave, but one way they had was taken from him by the very grump who had led them here. He wasn’t one to hold a grudge until recently, but she very much deserved his irk. 

At least the Snax tasted great and made for some interesting discoveries.

If she were to show her face to him again… Well, not even Doctor Eggabell would love her after he was done.

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He didn’t expect any visitors for a long while, maybe Filbo would pop round briefly before he chased him off, but beyond that, no one had a reason to find him. So when a new face of all things had appeared nearby, clearly looking for him judging from their glances around the trees, he was caught rather off guard.

There was someone who he didn’t recognise on this island. Someone that, by all means, had no reason to be here.

“Hey!” He shouted from where he was, glaring down at them. “Who the hell are you?!”

They turned to him, too far for him to see their expression but obviously not expecting anyone other than the love dovey duo, before pulling out what looked to be a camera and pointing it at him.

He was half-tempted to flip them off, but he had to find out who they were before he made another enemy. Maybe they’d be worth the effort of actually talking with them for once.

He waited for them to make their way up to him, tapping his foot impatiently as he did. As they got closer, he felt a spark of recognition as he took in their features, with a familiar badge hanging off of their neck. 

“Oh, you’re that…” He said, looking them up and down as they came to a stop. “Yeah, you’re the journalist that was supposed to come around a century ago, aren’t you?” He smirked at their annoyance, before wiping it away and moving on before they could comment on it. “Well, that doesn’t really matter in all honesty, if you ask me it was a mistake coming here, buddy.”

They hated him already, and he could read that like a book.

“Now I see why Filbo didn’t want you back…” They muttered, scribbling something down. “Look, I need you back at Snaxburg, having you out here will just cause us problems down the line. No matter how much I’d rather you didn’t…” If they intended on him not hearing that, they failed spectacularly.

“Weeell, I might consider coming back, if you get me some of those Sprinklepedes then we could talk a bit more.” He quirked a brow, smiling with satisfaction as they sighed in annoyance. “Oh, if you don’t wanna do that, it’s all good, buddy, just don’t expect me to cooperate any more. I mean, I’ve got pictures to take, and you talking to me is eating up my valuable time. Do you think that Snorpy guy would mind if I took a couple pictures of him and Muscle McJock?”

“Oh shut it already.” They snapped, frustration mounting more and more with every second near him. “I’ll get you the Snax, but you’re coming back after that.” They didn’t wait for a response, stomping back down the hill without another word.

“Huh, what crawled up their ass and died?” He asked, entirely aware of what had got them angry. “Lizbert had poor taste in journalism if that’s all it took to get them all pissy.”

She really was incompetent. No wonder everything went to shit.

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“Well, if it isn’t the little rancher.” The disdain in his voice was palpable, immediately making Gramble turn around from where he was babying some of his “little ones”. 

Parenting literal food had to be the most bizarre way of dealing with abandonment issues, and he was going to most definitely going to make sure that his name would be dragged through the mud if they ever got off this island.

The little grump got on his case for eating Bugsnax and doing his job.

“Oh, it’s you.” He snarled, standing in front of his Snax. “What, you can’t survive out there on your own just cuz you’re that much of a grumpin’-”

“Ironic coming from you, little rancher.” He mocked, crossing his arms. “You look like you’re three days from death, yet you refuse to actually eat your Snax. It’s survival of the fittest, and you’re not gonna last much longer.”

He stiffened at that, eyes wide. “Wh-What?” He asked, taking a step back. “Wh-Where’d that come from? Why’re ya sayin’ that stuff?” The unease was obvious, and he was relishing in it. After putting up with the constant arguments, the many days spent with him getting in the way of his work, he finally had him on the ropes.

“It’s true. You look like death.” He said, leaning on the fence. “I know we don’t get along all that well, but take a bit of advice from me. Prioritise yourself over those little pests you call your family. Bugs are insignificant, after all, and you gotta take care of yourself.”

He didn’t like that, judging from his quickly darkening expression.

“I’m not a monster like you.” He said, clenching his paws. “I’m actually capable of carin’ for another, and I’m not gonna hurt my little ones.” He paused for a second, spitting on the ground in front of him. “You are nothin’ but a coldhearted, schemin’ failure. At least I know where I am in life…” He looked down to the ground, where one of the Kweebles he cared for was nudging him mindlessly.

“Fine. Last time I try and help you.” He smiled, taking a step back before kicking the fence with all of the force he could muster. Thanks to the rickety nature of the wood used, it collapsed almost immediately, but not without a sharp pain in his foot as a splinter found itself buried in the pad. “Agh, grump!” He shouted, falling onto the ground as he held his foot in pain.

He hoped there wasn’t anyone other than the rancher that saw that.

“No, not again!” Gramble shouted, staying where he was as most of the Snax he was keeping rushed out of the pen. “Why?! Why do ya hate me so grumpin’ much?!” He shouted, glaring as he held the one Kweeble he had close. “What is wrong with you?!”

He hissed as he carefully pulled out the piece of wood, tossing it aside and slowly standing back up. He never could nail that part, and he had no idea how some grumps back home did it so easily.

“Because you’re all insufferable.” He didn’t even turn to face him, barely able to keep the grin he was hiding under wraps. The fact that he was saying this in such a serious voice... “I try and help you, and you always just… Throw it back in my face. It’s frustrating, when no one even tries to listen.” The sympathy card always worked, no reason why it wouldn’t now.

By now, some grumps had come to check what had happened following the crash and were beginning to glare at him like usual. All of them, gullible, insufferable morons.

“Because you’re not helpin’ us!” Gramble shouted right back, closing the distance and grabbing his arm. “You just-”

“Don’t touch me.” He yanked his arm back, knocking Gramble over as he did. “You’re just a sad little boy who refuses to change for the world. It’s not my fault if you wind up dying in an alley somewhere.”

Gramble glared at him from where he laid on the ground, not bothering to get back up. 

“All you want… Is stuff to take pictures of, don’t you?” He asked. “You just see us as ways to get ahead, don’t ya?”

He smiled at that, looking down at him. 

“That’s a harsh accusation.” He noted, not denying the question. “Keep that up and you’ll be primed for journalism. Just ask Buddy!” He cackled at that, before barging past the small group in front of him.

Once he got a small distance away, he turned right back around and snapped a picture of them all from the back, conveniently looking like they were ganging up on poor, poor Gramble.

A little twist of the truth never hurt anyone, after all.

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This party was awful. 

He had never been one for parties but hated this one more than anything. Filbo had organised this mess, so he wasn’t surprised. The “drinks” here was nothing more than Snakwater, which was alright, but at that point, you were better off just eating a Snak, and there wasn’t any way of entertaining yourself without dancing, which he didn’t do.

It was the one thing he knew he’d embarrass himself with, and he would never live it down with all of them around.

Still, if nothing else, he could use some of the shots he took to pull the old make-up story. That’d get some heartstrings tugging. That was the only thing keeping him awake at this point, as no one was even arguing to keep him hooked.

Looked like this was the end. Everyone makes up, cliched happy ending. He could practically hear the housewives crying as they watched their tv programmes.

Oh well, money’s money.

“Why’re you not dancing?” The voice of the grumpus who made this all happen, the fabled journalist, came from beside him, watching him curiously.

“Taking pictures.” He said out of instinct, smiling slightly. “Wanna see some real art?” Before they could even think of denying it, he had shoved the camera in their face, an image of Chandlo and Snorpy kissing ready for them to see. “Grumpuses everywhere eat this up, this alone’ll bring me a lot of attention from news networks.” He bragged, flicking to another image of Filbo dancing alone. “And this could make for an interesting story as well, yeah? Poor old Filbo, dancing by his lonesome while everyone else ignores-” Before he could continue, the camera was slapped out of his paw, cluttering onto the dirt. “Hey, watch what-”

“Oh, give it a rest, you brat.” They snarled, pulling him in close. “You show any of those photos if you get off this island, and I will personally ruin your name with what influence I have.”

He leaned in, glaring at them and baring his teeth as they kept eye contact. “Oh yeah? What influence, little Grumpfoot enthusiast?” He mocked, poking them in the chest. “Any fame you had went down the drain with your career. The fact that you came here just confirms that. You’re nothing more than a sad little grump with nothing left.” They huffed out a laugh at that, poking him in return.

“Where’s that leave you, then?” They asked. “You came here, where everyone’s last chances led them, so you must not be as good as you think.”

“Please.” He said, pulling back. “I skipped out on the chance of a lifetime because Lizbert lied to me. It’s her fault that I’m stuck on this dead end hellhole.” He smirked at them, shaking his head. “I’m a prodigy, buddy, and you’re just a washed-up forgotten face of the past. Go back to playing peacemaker, since you’re oh so good at that.” They snarled and made to lunge at him, before freezing in place and forcing out a deep breath.

“No, you’re not worth it.” They mumbled. “You’re just some punk who’s a lost cause.”

The journalist left without another word, leaving him to dust off his camera.

“Punk, huh?” He said, turning the camera around. “I’ll show you just how great I am.”

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He woke up slowly, body aching for some reason. Groaning, he rolled around onto his back, feeling the sand in his fur digging at some cuts he had suddenly gained.

“Ugh, what the grump happened?” He asked himself, pulling himself up from the ground. His fur was damp, clearly from the ocean water if where he was said anything, and things seemed… Off.

It was quiet. Very, very quiet.

“Wait… Wasn’t I at the-” He gasped as memories flashed through him, suddenly remembering last night’s events.

His paws were shaking. He was really going through with this, and he wasn’t regretting it.

The anticipation of pulling this off was giving him goosebumps, it was that bad. 

He’d already tried subtly to block exits using rubble, only for the journalist to wind up getting in the way every time. They just didn’t appreciate the work he was doing, trying to show this to the world.

“Wha…?” He let out, confusion in his voice. “When’d this happen?” 

Before he could ponder further, another memory came at him, hitting him like a speeding train.

“Ah!” Filbo screamed as he fell to the ground, Bamton pinning him down quickly before he could scurry away. “Wh-What’re you doing, Bamton?” He asked, voice shaking from fear.

“Relax, Filbo.” He said, pulling out his camera. “You’re just gonna be the subject of my next piece, that’s all.” He couldn’t fight off the wild smile as he watched to coming swarm. “Just lay there and eat as much as you can, alright?”

Right… He tried to get the perfect shot. He took Filbo while no one was looking and left him to die so he could capture that moment.

The moment of death.

Honestly, he was surprised it took him this long. 

“What in the grump are you doing!?” The very clearly scared voice of the journalist came from behind him, tackling him and pinning him to the ground as well. “Filbo, get back to the ship, I’ll deal with him!”

“Let go of me, you grumping-!” He managed to wrench an arm out from under him, elbowing them hard in the gut and forcing them off. “You’re not ruining my perfect shot! Not after everything!”

Before he could even try and catch Filbo, something smacked him in the back of the head, his vision going dark.

They had knocked him out somehow. The question was, why was he near the beach? Last he checked, there was a swarm of Bugsnax racing towards them in the middle of Snaxburg…

Did it matter? He was alive, and that was what counted.

“Heh. Real good at your job, oh great journalist.” He said to himself, watching the landscape in the distance. Was the mainland always so close? “Bamton’s still alive.”

His camera was missing, which irked him a bit, but it wasn’t the end of the world. He could always have a look around or get another one. What mattered was what he was going to do now.

And he had the perfect goal.

“All of you… I’ll get back at you, just you wait.” He said, laughing a bit. “Bamton’s still in the game, and I’ll make sure none of you forget it.”

#bugsnax #bugsnax oc #fanfiction #fanfic #Bamton Swansong #Holy hell this guy is petty #Seriously the guy sacrificed his way out for a picture. #and he didn't even get the picture #what a loser lmao

[soulthefunnyman]

Oh no Bamton’s back on the mainland oh god oh fuck

Another quick story to showcase how scummy this chucklefuck is and to give him the excuse of being back on the mainland.

I love writing this man, it’s fun thinking from a spiteful perspective.

Word Count: 1229

It had been one month exactly since he was left behind. He had kept count.

Every day had been difficult to get through, balancing consumption of Bugsnax to ensure that he wasn’t liable to fall apart all of a sudden while also keeping himself fed enough to move around freely.

He hated every second of it.

He had been robbed of his happiness, his freedom, and his camera, all in one night. That thing was expensive, grumping damn it, and he wasn’t going to let it go without some form of payback.

But first, he had to try and get off the island somehow.

At least the beach was peaceful enough, sand between his toes and cool wind blowing through his fur as he trudged his way along. Moments like these were something that he appreciated more than ever since that night, moments where he could just appreciate the quiet.

No one could annoy him like this.

“Grump, careful Eggabell, I don’t want you to get hurt more than you already have!” Great, it seemed fate had it out for him. He couldn’t even have that.

Wait, Eggabell?

“I’m fine, Liz, really, just help me get this onto the water already!” Another voice snapped back from just behind a nearby rock formation. “We can get back now, what’s a little fall?”

They were here. They were supposed to be deep underground at this point, right? What he heard from Snorpy’s radio was…

They were leaving without him.

“Wait!” He shouted, sprinting like a mad animal, kicking up sand as he did so. “Wait, don’t leave me!” For once in his life, genuine desperation seeped into his voice, any previous image he had before thrown out the window. “Oh, grump, don’t leave me on this island!”

As he turned the corner to see the pair, he came to a stop a few feet shy from them, taking in their expressions. Any shock that was left on their faces gave way to annoyed anger as they locked gazes with him before Eggabell blinked in realisation.

“Bamton?!” Her voice nearly broke from her volume as she dropped the makeshift raft she had in her paws onto the sand below, leaving Lizbert holding it awkwardly. “Why are you here?!”

This was his chance to get off the island, he couldn’t mess this up. For once, he had to play nice.

Only this once.

“They-... They left me behind.” He said, rubbing his arm on instinct. The feeling of food where fur should have been never felt so alien until now. “It wasn’t their fault, they were being surrounded and I didn’t get there in time, but I was stuck here because of it.” He didn’t even have to pretend to be emotional, his youthful charm playing into his supposed innocence even more.

But the moment he got his paws on the journalist’s throat…

“Oh, you poor thing…” She said, taking a few steps closer and reaching out. “You really were just a kid, weren’t you?” She sounded so sweet it was sickly.

“Let’s not forget the amount of trouble he started.” Lizbert’s gruff voice cut in, clearly not happy. “Some days it seemed like he was asking for everything to fall apart.”

Shut your grumping mouth, you conning scumbag of a-

“Liz…” Eggabell was clearly feeling nice today, coming to his defence. “Do you really want to leave him behind with everything on this island? That’s basically letting him die, and I’m not about to let that happen.” She wrapped an arm around him, clearly trying to make him feel safe. 

It made him feel disgusted.

Lizbert sighed in annoyance, before nodding reluctantly. 

“You’re right.” She said, looking at him with a warning stare. “But if you even think of starting anything, I’ll kick you off so quickly you’ll have to swim back.” Eggabell shot her a frown, before sighing and going back to the ship.

It took everything he had to keep himself from baring his teeth and glare right back, instead nodding silently as the dread of the trip hit him.

Just one boat trip and he’d be free of them both.

“At least help us get the raft going!” She shouted, Almost pushing him over the edge.

“Alright.” He said, pent up anger at an all-time high.

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The trip was taking a long time, and it was awful.

Eggabell seemed to have gotten it in her head that he needed comfort after everything, so she had taken to keeping close to him while he kept as still as possible to keep from lashing out. 

It was insulting to his pride, and he never took that lightly.

“So…” Lizbert started, pausing as he turned to her with a blank stare. “How did you survive on your own after being stranded?” Without your help, he almost snapped at her, just barely restraining himself from doing so. 

“Oh, just… Making sure not to eat too much.” He said, lifting his Sprinklepede arm. “Grump, this looks disgusting.” His sneer didn’t need to be hidden this time.

Liz stayed silent at that, a far off look in her eyes.

“Well, look at it this way!” Eggabell suddenly shouted, startling both of them. “It’ll be over soon, and we can start making the path of recovery!” She clapped her paws together, looking desperately at Lizbert as she came back to reality.

“Oh, uh, sorry, ‘Bell.” She said, rubbing her arm pitifully. “Don’t wanna keep worrying you.”

“Oh, hush, you.” She said, shuffling her way beside her. “You went through a nightmare, and you’re thinking about worrying me? I should be worried about you!” Her concern wafted through the air, almost choking him with the sheer gut-destroying nausea that hit him as he watched this display of affection.

Any other time with his camera, he’d be first in line. This did not benefit him in the slightest.

The rest of the trip was spent in silence on his part, watching the pair with barely concealed disdain as the mainland drew closer every minute.

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Finally, he was back no land. He never thought he’d miss the feeling of sand under his feet after being stranded on that island, but that trip felt like an eternity.

“Oh, grumping finally…” He muttered, catching the lover’s attention. 

“Wow, you’re in a rush.” Lizbert commented, familiar anger in her eyes. “Were are you off to?”

“Away from your disgusting act.” His nose wrinkled at the sight of the pair. “You led me to that island with promises of fame and fortune, you led me to throw my life away after everything I put into my job, you led me astray.” It felt good, seeing the shock in Eggabell’s eyes.

She genuinely thought he was nothing more than a child at the time. He spat on the ground in front of him, glaring at the pair with all the hate in his body.

“You ruined my chances. I have nothing now because of you two.” He was shaking at this point, two seconds away from lunging at the pair and tearing them apart.

But he wasn’t an idiot. One look at the pair told him they still could best him in a fight, despite their weary frames.

“Just keep out of my sight.” He said, turning on his heel. “Your raft was useful, but that’s all you’re both good for.”

He didn’t look back.

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[soulthefunnyman]

Little Shit Syndrome

A day from Bamton’s childhood.

Word count: 1075

“Heeeey, Therisam!” He said, sitting down next to the sorry-looking grumpus. “I hope you’re doing well, no?”

“What do you want, Bamton?” He muttered, glaring at him. “I already gave you my lunch money today, what else do you want?”

“No need to be rude, now.” He smirked. “I could always just… tell everyone about your dirty little secret.” He winked, making Therisam stiffen slightly. 

“A-Alright.” He sighed, looking at his feet. “What do you want?”

“Oh, you know, just a bit of help, nothing too hard.” He said, looking at his claws absentmindedly. “You know that older kid who picks fights? I want your help on getting them in trouble.” 

He turned to him at that, eyes wide from disbelief. “What? You’re crazy, man! They’ll probably send you to the hospital!”

Bamton patted his shoulder at that, smiling easily. “Relax, just do what I tell you and you’ll be fine.”

He didn’t look convinced but nodded anyway.

A few minutes later, the large form of Porplenne had finally appeared in the playground, wandering without anyone to talk to. It was almost sad, in a way. 

They waited with bated breath as the lumbering giant got closer to them, waiting for the perfect moment. Just as they were passing by the pair...

“Now.” He whispered, punching Therisam’s shoulder lightly. On cue, he started to openly weep, holding his shoulder like it was broken. The older grump looked at what was happening, confusion melting away to anger.

Bingo.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing!?” They shouted, glaring down at him as he sat there, smug. 

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m having a good time with my friend here.” He wrapped an arm around Therisam’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly. “Something you’ll never get to experience.” 

They bared their teeth at that, clenching their paws tightly. They just needed to take the swing…

“What’s wrong, truth hurt?” He mocked, giving Therisam a little noogie. “Jealous of what we have?”

Before he could continue, a fist was in his face, smacking him right in the eye.

“What the grump is wrong with you!?” They shouted, picking him up by the hoodie. Like he was told, Therisam backed away from the commotion, severing his ties to the action. “You’re not being friendly, you’re bullying him!”

“What is going on here!?” Everything went silent as an authoritative voice cut through everyone. “Why are you hurting that student, Porplenne!?”

Fell for it hook, line and sinker.

“H-Help me!” He shouted, looking pleadingly at the teacher. “T-They’re hurting me!”

“Wha-” They stammered before they were pulled back from him by the teacher.

“Come with me, you two.” The stare they shot at Porplenne was chilling. They weren't getting away scot-free.

Good.

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“B-But he started it!” The other grumpling whined, holding their arm and looking pathetically at the teacher in front of them both. “He- He was-”

“Enough!” The teacher shouted, pinching their nose and sighing in annoyance. “Porplenne, you gave Bamton a black eye, that can’t just be ignored. Apologize.”

They sputtered out nonsense, looking between him and the teacher in shock. He wanted to smile, to rub it in their face how he was the favourite here. But not in front of the teacher. 

Even then, would it matter? Porplenne was the resident outsider of the school, known for their bad upbringing. No wonder they hit him so easily. Teachers always spoke badly about them behind their back. They pretended otherwise, but he was smarter than his peers. He could see the side-eyes they shot them, always conveniently rushing by their desk whenever they had to give them a paper.

They were the perfect target. 

“Apologize, now!” The teacher was getting impatient. He faked a sniffle at that. “Say you’re sorry, or the principal will be hearing about this!”

They were dumbfounded. They must have thought they were liked by the school before this. Wow.

“Ugh, fine! I’m sorry!” They shouted, before sprinting out of the classroom, knocking over a couple of desks in their rage. No doubt they were on their way out already. Just a couple more… “incidents” with the problem child, then they’d be gone.

“Oh, that brat…” The teacher muttered, not intending on him hearing what they said. They turned back to him, an ice pack in paw. “Here, put this on your face, it’ll help with the swelling.”

“Th-Thank you…” He whimpered, playing the part of the sad child perfectly. No one ever suspected the children unless they were different. “They-They just came up and p-punched me…”

“Really?” They didn’t sound surprised in the slightest. “That grumpling always had anger issues… I’ll need to talk with their teacher about this, picking on the younger years…”

He held back the urge to smile again. It was what they deserved. What all grumps who got in his way deserved.

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“Oh, Bammy! Dinner’s ready!” His mother shouted from down the hall, smiling happily as he came out of his room.

He sat down silently, eager to finish his dinner quickly and be away from his parents. Unfortunately, they just had to ask about school.

“So, I see you got into a fight today.” His father asked, looking at his injury as he ate. “What happened, if you don’t mind me asking? If you want help, we’re here for you.”

He faux smiled at that, not at all wanting their help. “It was that scary grump… The one who’s picking fights with everyone…” If nothing else, this was practice.

“Oh, that’s horrible…” His mother chimed in, looking at him sympathetically. “They should really do something about them, they’re clearly troubled.”

His father nodded at that, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Listen, champ, you gotta know who to talk to whenever someone’s bullying you, and-”

“I already did.” He snapped on reflex, sick of their coddling. “The teacher’s gonna talk with their teacher, and… Maybe they’ll be gone.”

They both blinked at that, smiling in relief. 

“That’s good.” His mother said, a sad look in her eye. “Still, maybe all they needed was a friend…”

He just barely stopped his scoff of disgust. 

The rest of dinner was spent in silence, with the occasional bit of small talk, before he put his plate on the worktop for cleaning and rushing back to his room. One day, he’d be living on his own, and he could stop playing nice.

Why should he, when he was just… Better than all of them?

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[soulthefunnyman]

Shorter thing to warm up, Bamton after he got back from Snaktooth.

It had been a month since he had gotten back, and his life hadn’t gotten any better. He wanted to make something of himself by going to Snaktooth and coming back with the story of a lifetime, and all he got in return was a slap to the face and being left for death.

They just didn’t see his value, so they discarded him like nothing. That’s how it always went. He grit his teeth at that thought, wanting more than ever to wrap his paws around the journalist’s throat and squeeze the life out of them.

He had been robbed of everything, and by grump he was going to get back at them.

It was all he had now since his camera had been wrecked.

Still, he wasn’t going to rush blindly into them expecting things to go nearly as smoothly. The whipping boy had gone and made himself a candidate for mayor, so no doubt there was going to be a lot of eyes on him. He’d have to wait, then.

The others didn’t matter to him. They never did, and they never will. All that was on his mind was making the journalist hurt for what they did to him. And if he had to get rid of them one by one…

Then he would happily do so.

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[soulthefunnyman]

A What-If Scenario

TW: Death Seriously, it’s pretty messed up here.

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A simple thing I wrote off the top of my head, what if Bamton Swansong, egotistical maniac, actually managed to kill Filbo during the escape?

Here’s your answer.

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He couldn’t believe it. He’d actually done it.

The whipping boy was gone, and he had managed to catch his last moments, on film! His paws were shaking, just barely holding onto the camera as he looked at the numerous photos he had taken.

Filbo’s pleading was quickly cut off as a small swarm of Snax rushed him, forcing their way down his throat and making him jump back quickly to not be swarmed himself, camera at the ready. 

As more and more of his body started to change into Snax, the shutter of his camera clicked-clicked away, documenting every single transformation as Filbo looked towards him, pure fear in his eyes.

The last few shots he took told a story in itself, reaching out to him as more and more of his body fell apart, before Filbo Fiddlepie was no more, only a small pile of food that would undoubtedly become Snax themselves laid in front of him.

He should have felt mortified for doing it, should have felt repulsive hatred for himself for taking a life just like that… But he didn’t. All he felt was an immeasurable accomplishment of what he had achieved.

He had the shot of a lifetime. He was going to make history.

“Bamton, there you are!” The familiar voice of the journalist came from behind him, snapping him out of the bliss of the moment.

He got an idea.

“Ah, hey buddy!” He said, turning with a wide smile. “Look, I know we need to get off and everything, but I owe you an apology. You’re actually really good at your job, keeping everyone together like that!” He said, taking a few steps closer to them with the camera ready to show. If he just got them to swing blindly…

“Now’s not the time, where’s Filbo!?” They shouted, looking around desperately for said former grumpus. 

“Don’t worry, I know where he went, I’ve got the pictures!” He said, turning it to them and letting themes scroll through. What was initially an expression of relief, turned into horror as they saw what was in front of them. They slowly looked back up at him, eyes wide and brimming with tears as the realisation sunk in for them. 

The satisfaction at seeing their broken expression was simply impeccable.

“Wh… What?” They muttered, dropping the camera without their notice.

“Oh, watch the camera!” He said, just barely catching it. “Wait until you see the last few, the hopelessness of his expression really sells the situation…” He smirked, intending on goading them on.

As he looked to the camera to scroll through the photos one more time, something had snapped within the journalist.

If he had looked up just a second earlier, or just have disregarded the camera, he might have seen it coming and have knocked them out. From there, it would have played out much the same, dooming the rest of the inhabitants to an unfortunate death.

But that was not what had happened.

Instead, he had found himself on the ground in a split second, the clattering of his camera following soon after. Before he could even think of what had happened, the journalist was on top of him, paws wrapping around his throat and squeezing tightly.

Almost immediately his movements became erratic, trying desperately to wrench them off and take in air again. The feral expression on their face would wind up being the last thing he saw over the next minute or so, movements slowing down as his strength began to leave him, lungs screaming for air.

In a last-ditch effort to survive, he tried reaching out for his camera, hoping to any higher being that he could grab it to defend himself. His paw pads barely grazed the surface of his precious camera, the only thing he truly valued in his life, as the darkness surrounding his vision slowly encroached on him.

He didn’t move again.

The journalist, meanwhile, realising what they had done, quickly backed away from the now-dead photographer, horror and grief hitting them all at once. 

They didn’t think, they just grabbed the camera and ran back to the ship.

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The trip back was spent in silence, everyone realising that Filbo hadn’t been on the ship as they were forced to leave. Two lives had been lost that day, two lives that didn’t need to be taken.

It wasn’t fair.

They deserved to know, but they just didn’t have the will to do it. They deserved to know that Bamton had killed the only grump who had given his all to at least try and keep everyone together.

All for some pictures.

They glared down at the accursed camera they held, half-tempted to toss it into the ocean below and be done with it, but they refrained from doing so. Something was keeping them from simply throwing it away.

What was better, the memories they last had of him, trying desperately to fix the ship as they scrambled to gather everyone, or pictures of his last moments alive?

They didn’t know what to do.

“Darling?” The soft voice of Wiggle snapped them out of their staring, realising that they were crying. “What’s wrong?” She asked, laying a paw onto their shoulder.

They stood in silence, trembling as they lifted the camera to the pop star. It could tell them all what had happened ten times better than they could ever hope to at that moment.

A few minutes later, the already broken expedition had another heart-breaking revelation thrown upon them.

Was it the right thing to do? They didn’t know.

They doubted they ever would.

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[soulthefunnyman]

Bamton gets what he fucking deserves

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