Happy Frog: If Anyone Has Any Objections To My Dangerous Plan That Will Probably Get Us All Killed, Please

Happy Frog: If anyone has any objections to my dangerous plan that will probably get us all killed, please raise your hand.

Nedd Bear: *raises his hand*

Orville: *raises his hand*

Mr. Hippo: *raises his hand*

Happy Frog: No one? Okay, great, let’s go!

I thoroughly enjoy pictures such as the third one. Ones from far away, taken on a phone, slightly lower quality. It’s reminiscent of a quickly taken photo one would capture in a moment of shock after witnessing a strange animal in the wild. It has cryptid vibes (is it cringey to unironically use the word “vibes” as an adjective for something’s aesthetics? I am unsure.) anyways! This is the Billabong Bunyip, you can find the little big fella at Australia’s Big Banana Park!

I'm gonna bury the version of me that you killed / I have to move on even if you won't let me

I love the "came back wrong" trope but from the opposite side.

Imagine you are dead. And then you are RIPPED from the embrace of decay into the world of the living again. Your memories are hazy and you don't recognize any of these people, but they act like they're close to you? Like they love you? So you try to get your memories back, to act like you belong here, but everybody tries to forget you died. And you can't. It is omnipresent. And just trying to grapple with that fact pushes the people who "love" you away, and they're incapable of understanding, and they're so confused, what's wrong N̶̄̀O̶͛͗T̷̉́ ̷͋͝Y̴̎̌Ȍ̴̈U̸̓R NÄM̴̃͑E̵̾̇? And you just need them to understand, you aren't that person! You aren't! You don't know who that person is! You don't know why any of this is happening, but they're unwilling to bend, they keep insisting you are that person, your memories will come back, everything will be normal again, and you want to scream and cry and claw yourself open to show them you're different. Your existence as a being wholly separate from whoever you "used to be" is a sin unto itself. All you can do is scrabble for life and to them, you're killing whoever they loved to do it.

just. lots of fun in that concept, you know?

MONTY MY SWEET GATOR NO ONE IN THIS WORLD OR THE NEXT COULD EVER MAKE ME HATE YOU

It's been so long since I've drawn him my brain has been so full of Playhouse. I've also had a very hard time deciding on how he should look in my style, but now I've decided. I won't fight my demons anymore, I'll embrace them. He gets the cutesy 80s cartoon treatment too!!!! AHAHAH AHAHAH AHA HA (maliciously)

I hope my FNAF fans are still around hey baddies