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The Snaktooth Island Disappearances: Chapter 3

Warnings: Horror, major character death, non-explicit death, animal (bugsnax) deaths

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“The following documents are classified.

This is [&/:$):?/?/&@] writing for [\£?%], reporting on the disappearances on Snaktooth Island. The investigators are slowly becoming more and more able to break into locked buildings around the island in attempts to find evidence, and after several empty homes, a notebook was located inside of the local barn. It was buried in hay as though somebody was trying to hide it. The journal itself was also locked, but its cover was cut off by a professional to preserve the contents inside.

According to the first page of the journal, it belonged to Gramble Gigglefunny, the youngest member of the Snaktooth Island expedition. The writing also matches up with records of Mr. Gigglefunny’s handwriting, though at some points it becomes unintelligible. Analyzers have assumed the unintelligible handwriting to be caused by anxiety tremors and/or exhaustion, as Mr. Gigglefunny’s medical history records him as having insomnia as well as disabling post traumatic stress disorder.

Passages deemed important to the case have been analyzed and passed to me for documentation. I will copy them now.”

9/25/70

I think I gotta be losing my mind, I saw something terrible right outside of town. Beffica woke me

up while I was sleepwalking and while I appreciate being woken up, I don’t appreciate her. She kept on bugging me on my way home but then I saw a monster. I thought I was losing it, but she saw it too, and she got the attention of the whole town.

The monster was made of bugsnax, a whole lot of them, and when it disappeared, it turned into them. I didn’t think bugsnax could go together like that, but that thing… It wasn’t a bugsnak. It was a monster made of them.

I can’t get a wink more sleep, I keep thinking I’ll see it when I look at the corners of the barn, I’m scared.

“This entry seems to parallel one of Ms. Winklesnoot’s. It has been included for consistency, and we are also starting the documentation in this journal at the same date as the previous one.”

10/15/70

Floofty came back to Snaxburg today. I don’t like them being back, they freak me out a lot, and they used to show up in my nightmares. I really hope they don’t start showing up again.

Winter’s gonna start again soon, and I’ve been trying to get the snax prepared for it better than last year, but something’s wrong about the way they’ve been acting. The nighttime snax have still been out when I wake up, and the daytime snax are going away early. I think the change in temperature is confusing them, or maybe the way the barn casts a shadow is making them think it's still nighttime? But that wouldn’t make much sense for the daytime snax. Either way, they seem to be getting awfully confused.

Charwee’s been doing better in his training though. I think I can start pointer training with him tomorrow.

10/16/70

Scarla got Eggabell to come back. I ain’t upset about it, but I didn’t think she’d be willing to come back without Lizbert. I’d even gotten a little excited, thinking that, maybe, they were both back again. But that’s alright.

The nighttime snax didn’t go away until noon this morning. I was tending to them and I didn’t even realize it had gotten so late until Wambus HAD to make a remark about it. But he was right. It was awfully late for them to still be out. Eventually they did, but why would they stay out until noon? The sun was blazing on the pen before then, and I haven’t noticed anything weird about the light myself.

Charwee took pointer training super well. He’s become an awful lot more attentive, and I’m super proud of him! My little one really is getting better.

10/17/70

Apparently the nighttime snax were doing something right.

The sun didn’t rise until noon today, it was dark when I woke up, and almost everyone didn’t wake up until the sun rose. Taking care of the snax in the dark was real spooky, but at least the charmallows gave me some light.

Filbo told me I should try to train one of them to be like a rooster, and I guess that could work, if they’d be receptive to it. Snorpy and Chandlo went around town setting up lampposts to keep the paths bright, and everyone thinks the dark is just because of winter coming. But it’s NOT winter yet. And the change is just too big.

I’ve taken Charwee, Ashwee, and Joewee inside the barn instead of letting them sleep outside. The way I felt this morning when it was dark, it… Wasn’t right.

Sun set at six. I only got six hours with the daytime snax, and that ain’t nearly enough time for training.

10/18/70

Again, a six hour day. I brought some more of the daytime snax inside so that I’d have more time to train them, but it hardly worked. They’re so sleepy, all the time, I don’t know what’s gotten into them. But the nighttime snax are so full of energy, they’re getting rowdy even, I can hear the ones I left outside running around. What do they need? Half of my snax are always sleeping, the other half is always going rowdy, what’s happening?

Filbo, Snorpy, and Chandlo filled up all of the lampposts, so there’s more light now, but I don’t really wanna go out at all. Wiggle came to check on me today, and I appreciate her, but she scared me a lot when she arrived. I’m scared that something is gonna jump out of the darkness at me.

“The following pages were covered in small amounts of scribbles and doodles. The handwriting is the same, shaky quality as all previous pages, however there were several instances of incorrect spelling or grammar that have been patched.”

10/19/70

The sun didn’t come up today. The Sun didn’t come up today. The sun didn’t come up today.

I woke up, and I tended to the snax inside like usual, and I waited, I waited, I waited so long for it to come up and it didn’t. Everything is wrong, it should’ve come up at noon, it didn’t come up at all. The daytime snax are gone completely.

There was a huge fire in the middle of town, so I took Charwee and ran for it. I’m so scared, I refuse to let go of him, but he isn’t fighting to be away, so I guess he doesn’t mind. Nobody knows what's happening, not even Triffany or Floofty, they’re supposed to be the smart ones how can they NOT know how do they not know?? It isn’t because of winter this can’t just be winter it has to be something else there has to be more

It’s too cold

10/20/70

The barn feels too big for me now. It’s like a monster compared to everyone else’s homes. There are dark shadows in the far corners, and usually it wouldn’t scare me, but… Now when I look at one, it does. Like there’s something hiding in them, waiting for me to get closer. Apparently Eggabell feels it too, but that only makes it worse. If I’m not just feeling things, and someone rational is feeling it too, then something must be terribly wrong.

I got a lot of lanterns, candles, and fuel today. Everyone is agreeing that the dark can’t hurt us, but what if there’s something hiding in it?

Charwee isn’t acting irregular though. That makes it a little better, animals tend to have good instincts for these things. But he’s inside, the outside snax… They’re restless. They keep pounding on the door. I can hear them all night long.

“The following page was found inside of a wicker basket, presumably used as a trash can. It has several irregularities, including burn marks, water stains, and incredibly oddly, rips and tears in strange locations, such as the middle of the page.”

there are animals in the darkness, there is something in there

it needs my help it wants me to help it

but i’m too scared to help it, i cant help it, not when its there

it says it cant come into the light

that it will die if it isnt dark

it needs me to put the lights out

but i will die if i do.

10/21/70

There was a talk today about what the others would do about food like this. It seems really dangerous to send Scarla out, and they didn’t mention stealing mine once. I hate to say it, but… I. I kinda want them to. They’re so loud, all night, they’re scratching the door and banging on it, I can barely sleep. But they’re my little ones, I can’t just give them up. I’m glad Charwee is still here with me. And Wiggle is always at the fire if I need her too, and these days, I’ll take all the warmth I can get.

10/22/70

Scarla left today, before we all woke up. Or at least they weren’t at the fire.

I don’t know why the others can’t just settle for sauce. Shelda and I have been doing it all this time, and so have the bugsnax, but they’re all so stubborn.

I’m worried about Charwee. He didn’t move much today. Usually, he’s a little snuggly when I carry him around, but not today. Today, he just stared blankly. It worries me, it isn’t like him.

I hope Sprout is safe with Scarla, wherever they are.

“The following page was covered almost completely in water stains.”

10/23/70

The snax are gone. They’re all gone. Charwee’s bed was full of mush, the pen was full of mush, it reeks of fruit and chocolate. I have no way to make the smell go away.

Scarla is out there for nothing now. If my snax are gone, so is every other one. But they didn’t come back today. I don’t know what they’re doing out there. I don’t care.

My little ones are gone. The darkness in the corners got bigger without the charmallows flames. Wiggle can try all she wants to comfort me, and I love her, but I’m alone now. I’m all alone.

10/24/70

I slept so well last night. Too well.

I slept all day today. When I’d wake up, the fire was on, but I didn’t wanna go to it.

I just need to sleep. I just need to be alone. The fire will be on another day, and I can still see the lights in their windows, so I know they’re all out there.

“The following page was found crumpled up and wedged into the very corner of the building. The script is in a completely different handwriting to Mr. Gigglefunny’s, and after comparing it to records, it does not match anyone on the expedition team.”

we’re alone now. let me out. i can show you something happier than the light.

10/25/70

The fire wasn’t on today. I didn’t see anyone out in town at all. The lanterns that light the paths are barely making a difference.

For a moment, I thought Filbo just forgot to light it today. The lights are on in almost everyones huts that I can see, and I can see almost everyone, except Floofty and the mill.

But. He didn’t just forget.

There’s no light in Filbo’s window. He was here yesterday, by the fire. He was just fine the last time I saw him. Did he put his own lights out? Why would he do that?

Please be okay. Please put the fire on again

Please please please please please please please please

“The page between the previous passage and the following was inside the journal when we found it, but we could not determine what was on it. The middle of the page was ripped apart by what appears to be claw marks. We do not know who did it, as Mr. Gigglefunny is a mouse grumpus, a race lacking claws. We could only determine the final line, which reads,”

-a breeze is not hard

10/26/70

Filbo’s light is still out. He’s the only one who’s gone. I can see Shelda in her gazebo, Eggabell in her window, Wiggle so far away. I want to run for it, to go to them, to not be alone. But I can’t.

The shadows are over the stairs now. I can’t stop my paws from shaking. I can’t risk dropping my candle.

Please let this be over soon.

10/27/70

No no no no no no no no

Shelda’s light is out her light is out how did this happen

How could this happen they’re both gone how can they both be gone

She

She had to have gone to someone else To Wambus and Triffany to anyone

It’s so cold

Why did i leave all the lanterns downstairs

Why did i only take a candle

10/28/70

Wiggle stood in her doorway for a while today. I want to go to her. If she has a lantern, I want her to come to me. I think she’s talking to Beffica.

I can see into Triffany’s study. She spent all day at a desk, with a bunch of books. Is she trying to find a solution to this? Is there a solution to this? At least somebody is doing something

I feel so trapped up here. It’s just me, a candle, and mush.

Spoiled, rotting mush.

“Another torn out page from the wicker basket seems to fit in here.”

someone is watching me. someone is watching me. someone is watching me. someone is watching me. someone is watching me. someone is watching me. someone is watching me.

“That phrase is repeated over the entire page.”

10/29/70

a scream

i heard a scream

a horrible, terrible scream

it was too deep to be one of the girls or floofty and it wasn’t wambus, i can still see him

was that.

was that scream chandlo?

i can’t do this

i can't take this

I just

I just need to close my eyes and sleep

“The bottom half of this page is covered in water stains.”

10/30/70

the light in Beffica’s hut is out but the light in Wiggle’s is stronger

Tell me theyre together

Please god tell me they’re together and they’re okay

please

nononononononononononononononono

i watched wiggle leave her hut she

she was coming for me

she was coming to get me i was so happy i thought

i wouldn’t be alone

but she was gone as soon as she left i

i watched it happen she

the darkness it

it swept her off her feet

her lantern broke and went out in an instant

how could this happen please tell me that didn’t just happen

tell me this is a nightmare

beffica is still in the hut alone

tell me she turned around and went back

10/31/70

The light in Wiggle’s hut went out.

11/1/70

The light in Cromdo’s hut went out.

11/2/70

the light. went out

the lanterns around town. went out.

im stuck here.

it’s so cold.

11/3/70

eggabell.

11/4/70

there’s no point. the darkness gets closer to my bed every day.

itll get me soon. the light will go out again soon.

i can’t keep watching them die

it’ll go out anyway. i can cry my last tears and it’ll all be over.

please let it all be over.

“This was the final passage in the journal. The events correlate with the timeline from Ms. Winklesnoot’s diary and seem to align with Mrs. Woolbag’s letters, though we cannot be sure.

Much like the previous two documents, these will not be considered for the case. We believe that the town went through mass delusional hysteria, or a very large case of folie à deux. Regardless, we will continue to document any further findings. This is [&/:$):?/?/&@] signing off.”

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cyberaxolotl · 1 year

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The Snaktooth Island Disappearances: Chapter 5

Warnings: Horror, major character death, non-explicit character death

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“The following documents are classified.

This is [&/:$):?/?/&@] writing for [\£?%], reporting on the disappearances on Snaktooth Island. While making efforts to get into the home of Wambus Troubleham and Triffany Lottablog, an investigator found something that the rest of the team had not noticed by that point. Stuck on a root on the river bank, the investigator found a journal bound with thick leather, and removed it from the water. It had some water damage, but a professional was able to recover most of the pages and decipher the entries. The author’s handwriting is a match for Snorpington Fizzlebean’s, however every spot where there’d be a signature was thickly written over. We note that Mr. Fizzlebean has a history of paranoia and psychosis, and we take these entries as lighter and less valuable than others.

The entries will be copied and documented now.”

Year #3, month #10 day #15

Floofty has returned to Snaxburg today. While it is annoying that I now have to deal with them around town, I suppose I shall value the security of having everyone here.

I have noticed something strange happening. I spend very little of my time outside, however I have noticed that the sun has started setting earlier. I do not know when it has been rising, as my sleep schedule has not changed, but I know the sun does not set at seven. I am aware that winter is coming soon, but I do not remember the daylight cycle changing this drastically. I will continue to monitor this.

[... -. --- .-. .--. -.--]

Year #3, month #10 day #16

A cruel prank was played on me today! Beffica disguised herself as [-.-. .... .- -. -.. .-.. —] while I was in a time of weakness and used it to try and get my secrets out of me- and she did! If she tells Chandlo, I don’t know what I will do! I’m hoping Scarla is preventing her from doing such.

On the lighter list of happenings, Eggabell has returned, unfortunately without Lizbert. Having her here will be useful, I can’t trust most of these grumps not to get into trouble without a doctor around. But I still wonder what happened to the other one.

I have no doubts that the daylight cycle is getting shorter. It has set before 8pm yet again, and I believe it is getting later to rise. However, it is not severe enough to be cause for concern yet. I will continue to keep note of it.

[... -. --- .-. .--. -.--]

Year #3, month #10 day #17

The sun rose at noon and set at 6pm. I knew something was wrong and only today was it severe enough that all of town had noticed it! Because our schedules cannot simply be cut down to fit a six hour day, [-.-. .... .- -. -.. .-.. —] and I have set up lanterns around town in order to provide light during the early and later hours.

What on earth is causing this to happen?! Winter alone could not cause such a major shift in daylight, and it is not even winter yet! Is the grumpinati attempting to snuff out the sun? What do they expect to cause other than complete economic and ecological collapse?

I’ve shared my concerns with [-.-. .... .- -. -.. .-.. —] about his morning jogs. He said he’ll try to switch his times to afternoon runs if it stops me from worrying about it, and I hate to change his schedule, but I AM worried about it.

[... -. --- .-. .--. -.--]

Year #3, month #10 day #18

Today was the same as yesterday. Filbo assisted [-.-. .... .- -. -.. .-.. —] and I in lighting all of the lanterns, which I appreciate, and I feel it is now time for me to bunker down.

I have noticed that, during times of darkness, I cannot see outside of Snaxburg. Not stars, not the volcano, nothing. As though it is not only attempting to snuff out the sun, but all light around here.

I don’t like it a bit. I feel as though this might be bigger than the Grumpinati, or perhaps just their biggest scheme yet. But why wrap EVERYONE on the island into it?

Unless… It is bigger than just the island?

Is Maple okay?

[... -. --- .-. .--. -.--]

“The name “Maple” here is in reference to the eldest Fizzlebean sibling, Mapleline Fizzlebean, known more publicly by her actress name, Mapleline Hollyleaf. She is yet to be informed of her younger siblings’ disappearances and presumed deaths.”

Year #3, month #10 day #19

The grumpinati’s plan has reached its worst yet. The sun did not rise today.

How does someone make the sun disappear entirely-!? It does not make any sense! Not Triffany nor Floofty have scientific explanations, and I cannot even fathom how the grumpinati could do this!

Not to mention, it is unnaturally and extremely cold wherever there is no light. I have lanterns and candles in the mill, but if I leave for more than a second, there is such a terrible chill.

[-.-. .... .- -. -.. .-.. —] is helping Filbo keep the fire going and keep everyone together. I cannot be seen outside of the mill during this, but I have the stockpile of candles and lanterns, so I assume I will have to share them if this darkness does not heal itself.

[... -. --- .-. .--. -.--]

Year #3, month #10, day #20

It is the second day of all natural light being completely gone. The mill feels unnaturally large when I am alone in it, and I’m starting to wish we did not sleep on opposite sides of it. I wish we slept together. It’d be warmer that way.

I was called to the fire at noon to give lanterns and candles to those in need of them. While it depleted my supply, I know it would be selfish of me to refuse.

I am worried about what the grumpinati might be planning to do with this darkness. Are they going to send something to get us? Are they attempting to make us go mad? If I were not a hypersomniac, I feel as though I’d be struggling terribly to sleep. I cannot imagine what Gramble is experiencing.

[... -. --- .-. .--. -.--]

“The entries for day 21 and 22 are missing.”

Year #3, month #10 day #23

I’ve slept away most of my days lately. I cannot shake off a terrible chill, and while I would like to go to the fire, I cannot put myself out there.

The mill is especially lonely now. [-.-. .... .- -. -.. .-.. —] comes to check on me, but I believe I’ve been asleep during several of these times. I wish that he would wake me.

I only noticed Scarla’s absence today. How long have they been away for? And what are they doing?

Worse so, I am beginning to get hunger pangs.

[... -. --- .-. .--. -.--]

“The lower half of this page was covered in unintelligible scribbles.”

Year #3, month #10 day #24

Sauce was rationed out today. [-.-. .... .- -. -.. .-.. —] brought me several bottles of chocolate to sustain myself, and he spent more time with me than previous days. Likely because he caught me when I was not half asleep.

As it would turn out, yes, Scarla has left to get bugsnax. But they left two days ago and have not returned. Filbo said he wanted to go after them, but is that really a good idea?

Floofty and Triffany have supposedly been trying to find an answer, but I don’t believe this situation has one that is considered “reasonable.”

I noticed him shaking more than usual. Is he. Scared?

Perhaps that is why he stayed inside today.

[... -. --- .-. .--. -.--]

“There was a page between the previous entry and the following one that was covered entirely in scrawls and scribbles that were too waterlogged to decipher.”

Year #3, month #10 day #25

Nobody was outside at the fire today, and when I looked outside, I realized there was no fire to be at.

Did Filbo go after Scarla? Is he out there, right now, looking for them?

I can tell [-.-. .... .- -. -.. .-.. —] is uneasy, but he’s not showing me that he is. He’s never liked staying stuck inside, and he’s been staring out of the windows a lot. But he’s not staring in the way of someone who wants to be outside. He’s more. petrified.

I’ve found myself trembling because of the cold. I’ve never truly been scared of the dark, moreso of what could be in it, but I know that I am safely inside, so why am I so scared as well? I’m not alone anymore.

We had a long conversation today. Only slightly about this situation, and more about anything else. I don’t think he wants to talk about it. I don’t either.

[... -. --- .-. .--. -.--]

“From here forward, the handwriting becomes noticeably lower quality.”

Year #3, month #10 day #26

The fire has been out for two days now, and I've only been doing more and more sleeping. [-.-. .... .- -. -.. .-.. —] can’t sleep as easy as I can, I can hear him pacing all the time. I don’t like seeing him so troubled.

He came to me and held my paw for a little bit. I thought the touch of another grumpus would be warmer than this horrible cold, but he was shaking so much. Or was I the one shaking? I could not tell. Maybe we both were.

The grumpinati best let up this horrid scheme soon. I can’t stand the dark corners of this building, and even I am starting to find being indoors damning.

[... -. --- .-. .--. -.--]

Year #3, month #10 day #27

I woke up to see [-.-. .... .- -. -.. .-.. —] staring outside of the window again, but today, at something very specific. We can see most of the rest of town from here, Floofty and Gramble being exceptions, so I couldn’t dream of what he was staring at until. I saw it for myself.

Shelda’s gazebo is no longer lit. I can’t even see the silhouette of it anymore, much less of her.

When I’d joined his side and noticed, he started crying. He’s spent today very quietly, and it isn’t like him, but I can’t tell him anything better. Shelda was like his mother.

I have to wonder about Floofty, and, if this darkness is bigger than the island, about Maple. Is MY family safe?

Please let this be over soon.

[... -. --- .-. .--. -.--]

Year #3, month #10 day #28

We had a long talk about things that were meaningful to us today. I don’t know how, but [-.-. .... .- -. -.. .-.. —] had a spark in him today. Some kind of motivation, and he wanted to have a good conversation with me. He’s been pacing around while talking, and even if he isn’t smiling, he seems very determined to do something. I couldn’t dream of what, I don’t know what could be done about this, but he seems happy about it.

It’s been forever since I’ve left my bed, but I got up to talk to him today. Paced a little as well.

The darkness cannot hurt us if we do not let it. I might be scared, but we are together.

[... -. --- .-. .--. -.--]

“The start of the following entry is in a different handwriting. It matches up with Chandlo Funkbun’s.”

I know you don’t like me touching your stuff but I know you’re gonna be more upset if I don’t write this down

It’s like, 6am, and I can see a light on in her hut, so I’m gonna go try to see her and get her to come here to us. I think it’d be better if there were more of us, y’know?

Cause maybe what happened to Shelda happened because she was alone.

I should be back before you’re awake, but I’m writing this just in case I’m still talking to her. If not when you’re up, I should be back by ten.

Love you, Snorpy.

“It returns to Mr. Fizzlebean’s handwriting at the bottom of the page, though messy.”

HE ISN’T BACK

DAY #30

HE DIDNT COME BACK

DAY #31

HE DIDNT COME BACK

DAY #32

HE DIDNT COME BACK

“The entries end here.

We do not know why this journal was discarded into the river, and unfortunately, it has not yielded anything more useful than previous findings.

The investigators will continue to do their best to find what they think will be useful. The disappearances on Snaktooth Island remain unsolved, but we hope to close the case soon.

This is [&/:$):?/?/&@] signing off.”

As the typewriter finished clicking, the writer removed her paws from it, taking a heavy sigh. She rubbed her eyes with one paw as she picked the piece of paper out and put it on a pile with the rest, ready to be bound and put into the case folder.

“I cannot believe this case has gone on for so long-“ She groaned, “Thirteen grumpuses do not just go disappearing without a trace, there must be something that we are missing.”

A knock behind her caught her attention.

“Is this Mia-Asma’s office?” She heard a voice call out.

“That’d be me, come in.” Putting her paws together, the dark gray grumpus waited for the other person to enter.

Inside stepped a pudgy yellow grumpus with very round glasses. “Heeey, Mia! How’s docking the case going?” They asked.

“Ungodly frustrating.” She crossed her arms. “You’ve seen it too, Maaz. This case makes no sense.”

Maaz chuckled, looking away. “Yeah, this one uh… it’s a doozy.” They picked at the camera that hung around their neck. “I haven’t had a single thing to take pictures of for this case.” Mia-asma and Maaz worked for the same team of investigators, with Mia being the one putting together documents, and Maaz being a crime scene photographer. That case was increasingly frustrating for one, and incredibly devoid for the other.

“I’m hoping that this last house they're pursuing ends up bearing fruit.” The gray grump walked away, getting back to her desk.

“Oh, yesterday when I was at the scene, they managed to get in.” Maaz said, looking up. “But, they didn’t find anything downstairs, and apparently the upstairs is locked up tight.”

“Are you joking?” Mia looked over her shoulder. “We have hit a thousand walls with this case.”

“I know! And I don’t like it either, but we can’t do anything-“

“FOGWIND!”

Mia-asma jumped at the yelling of her last name, looking past Maaz into the hallway. Suddenly, a small, white grumpus burst into the room, rushing up to her. “Mia, copy these entries down, immediately!” He thrust a book into her hands.

“Huh-?” She took it and looked down at it. It was a thick, leather bound journal. “What is-“

“Mia, we solved the case. Or, this woman did.” He put his hand on the book, staring into her eyes. “It’s Mrs. Lottablog’s. She had the answer.”

#bugsnax #tori’s art tag #tori’s writing tag #snorpy fizzlebean #chandlo funkbun #triffany lottablog #wambus troubleham #mia-asma fogwind #maaz cheesytwist

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