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Squelch

A toddler's drawing of a "crappy" person.

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a character in “The Manic Mind of Man”, as played by CaptainGrue

Description

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Name/Alias: Squelch.
Ethnic Group/Race/Species: Sourcekind
Gender: Male
Age: 4 or 44. Take your pick.
Appearance: Refer to picture. He appears two dimensional, perceived by others as being cel-shaded, with a black outline. Limbs/Body/Face shape all asymmetrical, and occasionally shifting while maintaining its inconsistency. Two black lines will appear above his eyes to form eyebrows.
Personality: Disgusting. Annoying. Megamaniacal. Loves himself on a surface level, but truly resents the fact that he even exists.
Quirks: Can still hold things, weirdly enough. Observers may find it strange to watch him eat 3D food.
Likes/Hobbies: Spreading himself on things he perceives as ugly or incorrect.
Dislikes/Nopes: Anything born beautiful. Harbours a hatred for other Sourcekind who came from more desirable ideas.
Family/Friends: Haha lol. Is acquaintances with Kaptain Erratik and Norm, as he has proved a nuisance to the two on occasion.
Place of Residence: Squelch will remain wherever he can for as long as possible until either: He is kicked out, or everyone else leaves.
Education: Knows a surprising amount of influential figures in the arts as well as the production of it. Where he gets this information is a mystery.
Abilities:

Bile - Squelch can produce more of the rotten substance that makes up his face through his mouth, which will do its best to stain any surface. His bile is corrosive enough to give rashes to skin and erode wood. Most horrifically, of course, is the fact that the stuff stinks and will take a strong mind to convince themselves they are clean to get rid of it.

2D Surface Swim - Squelch can imprint himself into any surface, and move across it at no less than he would normally manage. He appears one layer on top of the surface, as such he is just as vulnerable while standing.

Flight - Squelch can fly at his walking speed. His flight requires no extra physical effort, or movement on his part. Imagine dragging an image on any editing software, except he's still prone to physically hitting things.

Goal(s): Paint everything in bile! YEAH! Long term goal would possibly be to accept himself, but I'm good with the C-Grade villain shtick.
Flaws/Fears: Squelch worries that he is not only imperfect, but horrifying. He is also as rash and narcissistic as they come. Quite the two dimensional character, if you will.

Backstory: In an attempt to aid their toddler's fits of random rage and supermarket tantrums, the parents paid for art therapy. There the boy was given crayons to draw how he thinks his parents see him, and the reflection known as Squelch was embed in his mind forever.

So begins...

Squelch's Story

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Character Portrait: Jane Blackmore Character Portrait: Squelch
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A patch of undisturbed soil, sprouting out of it a healthy green grass. Surrounding it was a platform of steel, and it floated in front of the horrid little creature that would be known as Squelch. It caught his attention, and while Squelch had a bet to fulfill, he could surely take his eyes off the wondering girl for a moment to ponder this curiosity.

Disgusting. The dream of some failing artist, no doubt.

Squelch did not like the curiosity.

Squelch resembled a toddler's crayon drawing of garbage personified. He appeared two dimensional, for one, and there was a stunning lack of detail in its form. Legs indistinguishable from his arms, four short black sticks protruded from his frightfully round torso. One arm was just a bit shorted than the other, but none of this disparity in detail compared to the abomination that was Squelch's face. It was roughly lemon shaped, and looked to take the image of human faeces if it wasn't for the strange blots of colour staining it. A pair of vicious eyes with olive pupils supported two squiggly eyebrows that furrowed in between them.

Truly, Squelch was a pathetic excuse for a Sourcekind. He smells like mouldy cheese, silent farts and play dough. Once he spiked a disco's punch bowl with chunks of himself, and ended up being the only one to drink the putrid stuff. Yet as he watches this wondrous display of beauty hover by, all Squelch feels is an intense dissatisfaction with it. Why, it was no where as perfect as Squelch was, surely. Something had to be done.

So, like a 2D image being dragged across a screen, Squelch willed himself to the top of the grass-steel platform. To justify himself for what he was about to do, Squelch yelled out:

"Everyone's a critic!" And he vomited all over the grass. His bile stained the steel, and caused a minimal amount of corrosion. Now the platform looked just like him. Oh joy.

In reality~
Some failing artist snaps out of his daydream, and slaps himself for coming up with something so stupid.
~And back

The bet! While forcing himself upon the passing concept, Squelch had almost forgotten. He had made a bet with one of the plants here. You see, Squelch gains pleasure from ruining others. The bet was for the plants to ruin something beautiful (or in his eyes, ugly) and in payment he would go on to find some other place to vandalise. And so the passing girl known as Jane Blackmore was the new target. It is a stretch, I suppose... thought Squelch. The girl didn't look half bad, and the scent that disgraced the flowers refreshed his mind. But the fingers, the symmetry, the anatomically viable structure and her three dimensions were abominations. Yeah. Show her what for! His body twisted into his face, and he squished back down into the ground to follow the girl more closely.

And... Strike! The plant got her, tripped her into the ground like a falling tree! Squelch snickered quietly as the plant found great joy in her misfortune. "But that's nothing," he whispered, "Check this out."

A image on the surface of the ground, Squelch would swim quickly up behind Jane before launching upwards and regurgitating a jet of bile down on her. The stuff is technically harmless, if only a little irritating to the skin and toxic if ingested. But those who had become victim to Squelch's hijinx would say there is nothing to wash off that dreadful stuff. Regardless if he hit or not, Squelch would land back down to assume he had anyway and enter a vile laughing fit.

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Jane saw a literal piece of shit spray a jet stream of liquified sewage towards her. It was an obvious low point in her life when even personified poop wanted to attack her. Seriously, it was bad enough that she had to deal with the plants, but now even the literal shit-stains of The Source wanted to attack her, that was...not good.

"What, you're just going to let him do it? Do you want to be covered in even more filth and smell worse than you already do? No offence, even though you already smell worse than a hobo who haven't showered for his entire life, but you aren't exactly doing yourself any favours by standing in the way of 2000cc of liquid dream-crusher. MOVE IT!!!

Look, I was about to move out of the way even if you didn't say anything. Jane thought with exasperation and lazily moved out of the way. She really don't feel motivated right now, especially since her newfound nemesis appears to be something that resembles a child's drawing of what garbage looks like. It inspires disgust more than abject terror.

Luckily, she managed to dodge out of the way just before the putrid fluid landed on the spot she had been standing on a few seconds before. An maniacal snickering could be heard in the distance.

Hey Jane, he did something that wasn't very nice now, didn't he? You know what to do with bad people, don't you? Shouldn't bad people be punished? You'll be a hero, cleaning up the scum of The Source. a Voice said persuasively, with a devilishly charming voice. It sounded soooo persuasive.

"Yeah. Baddies needs to be punished. I'll be a hero." Jane murmured absentmindedly, apparently convinced.

You shouldn't talk to yourself, Jane. People will think you're CRAZY.

Jane concentrated on channeling power from her Source, some vile force that made her feel violated and repulsed every time she draws upon its power, it's something that was bother instinctively familiar and repulsive at the same time. She saw how the other Travellers had drawn power, and her Source felt nothing like how it was supposed to work. Strangely, unlike other travellers, she does not have the ability to create any thoughts that are capable of affecting the Source, all of her creations are temporary and are intangible. Perhaps the only upside is that, her illusion can seamlessly blend in within the dreamscape that is the Source.

An illusion of her gradually transforming into a terrifying androgynous demon that seemed to have crawled out of the depth of an Asuran hell was flawlessly projected onto The Source. She inwardly thanked the Blackmores, her adoptive parents, for their weird fascination with Eastern Mythologies and Esoteric Religions of the East, it certainly gave her plenty of inspirations.

"PUNY CREATURE, WHAT DARES THOU TO OFFEND THE INFERNAL ONE FROM THE SIX PATHS OF REINCARNATION?" She bullshitted with a satisfyingly melodramatic and booming voice, addressing the sentient feces with an aura of authority that she didn't realised that she possessed up until that moment.

You did well, that'll teach him to mess with you! Now, run away while you can; you can't keep up the illusion for long, girlie. One of the Voices said rather hurtfully, she wasn't sure which one, but she was pretty sure she hated it.

I know that. Be quiet. I don't want to talk to you, asshole. Jane thought back, as she quietly slipped out of the mirage and escaped from an angle that was conveniently blocked off by her towering illusion. Hopefully, that illusion can buy her enough time to run away before it realise that 'The Infernal One' was just a delightfully realistic illusion with no real impact on The Source.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Norm Character Portrait: Kaptain Erratik Character Portrait: The Daydream Beast Character Portrait: Jane Blackmore Character Portrait: Squelch
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A low rumble powered through the Source. A wave of yellow lightning followed, a spherical enveloping energy coming from the Sunsmoke Clouds. It seemed to agitate any lesser Sourcekind into a frenzy, and drew others to the clouds themselves for an explanation.

The Kaptain, on board the Electric Yargh with Norm, frowned.

"We're going to need help with this one, Kap." Said Norm.

Kaptain Erratik turned to make eye contact, his eyes glowing a similar fizz of yellow light.

"Send 'er closer to the Clouds, matey." Erratik said. "That brightspawn fever fiend shan't have its way."

Whether in the midst of the Source's inbetween space or any of its fragments, there wouldn't be a Sourcekind or wandering newcomer that didn't at least feel the slight heat-shock from the Sunsmoke wave. Would they perceive it is a call to action? Or something to run from?