The Adventures of FighterGuy!
Season 1, Episode 0
"Prologue"
(written transcript)
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**DISCLAIMER**
This series is rated R, intended for mature audiences. "The Adventures of FighterGuy" contains violence, swearing, dark psychological topics, & sexual themes. Viewer discretion is advised.
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This is the written transcript of the Prologue!
Since I put so much effort into the scripts of my comics, to the point they're pretty much like chapters of a novel, I've decided to post them alongside each of the visual episodes. Both will have the same level of detail, albeit some things may come across clearer through words or visuals, depending on the scene.
I would suggest reading both the written and visual versions of each episode, to get the maximum level of understanding from each. Both should be understandable enough on their own, though.
Anyways, enjoy!
Episode starts under the cut.
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Sitting alone, the lights of the room dimmed, a young Flamoid is sitting in a wooden seat. He drums his fingers along his knee, waiting impatiently. He looks around the dark room, his posture stiff.
His head flame crackles softly as he waits.
A light flips on, shining bright in his face.
The interviewer, recording out of view, speaks up in a chipper voice. "Okay, we're rolling! Ready to get started?"
The boy jolts, his flame flickering. Coming back from his jumbled thoughts, he side-eyes the interviewer. "What's this for, again?"
"In order to add Flamoids to our "Amicable Extraterrestrial Protection Act", we need additional information about them." He replies.
The boy cringes, looking off to the side. "…That's a mouthful."
In another room, a slightly smaller Earthoid with fluffy blonde hair sits with his arms crossed, facing the camera at an angle. He looks annoyed. "Adding Flamoids to the "protected
class"... Is that your way of making amends for the -last- time we were here?" He asks.
The interviewer pauses, unsure of how to respond. "...Um-"
In another room, a tall, lean Flamoid walks into view. He's too tall to fit in the frame.
He strolls over to his seat, casually slumping down in it with a sigh. "Alright... Let's get this over with."
In another room sits the king, his posture somewhat relaxed. His crown sits proudly atop his head, encrusted with three round, polished rubies, one under each point of the crown.
He side-eyes the interviewer off camera. "Have you started filming? ...Yes?"
He sits up straighter, posture going from relaxed to stiff and assertive. "Right, please proceed." He says, staring calmly into the camera.
"Please state your name, age, and species for the record." The interviewer asks the group.
The first Flamoid shrugs. "Okay... FighterGuy. Thirteen, Flamoid."
"Joseph Hargraves. Fourteen, Earthoid." The second says.
"Jake. Seventeen. Flamoid." The third says, looking bored.
"Huran. Thirty-five, Flamoid." Says the king.
Joe scratches at his face as the interviewer continues. "We're going to ask you a series of questions required to propose the amendment."
"Are Flamoids socially inclined?" He asks.
Joe smiles. "Yeah! Compared to humans, Flamoids are -very- socially competent."
He pauses, his expression unchanging. "...No offense."
"Do Flamoids value cooperation with other species?" The interviewer asks Huran.
Huran smiles, perking up. "Yes! We strive to support our allies and friends of our kind."
"Do Flamoids have any enemies?" Interviewer asks.
"Yes." Jake replies flatly.
The interviewer pauses, waiting for him to continue. Jake stares back at him.
"...Could you elaborate on that?" The interviewer asks patiently.
Jake has a flashback. A white canine-humanoid stands trembling, hunched over stumbling as he presses his hands to his left eye. It's bleeding profusely.
He removes his hands and looks at them, stunned.
The canine looks up, full of rage. He remains calm as he speaks in an ice-cold tone. "...You'll regret that, firespitter." He grumbles between gritted teeth.
Jake pauses, pointing upwards as if he's about to speak, then pointing to the interviewer as he replies, "No."
"Do you trust Flamoids, overall?" The interviewer asks Joe.
Joe deadpans, offended by such a question. "Of course I do."
His expression softens as he looks to the side, holding his arm, blushing slightly. He smiles bashfully, furrowing his brow. "How could I not? Living with them... It feels foreign, but also familiar."
He has a flashback. He's sitting on the roof of a castle, FighterGuy laying across his lap, sleeping. Along the horizon, the sun is setting. The sky has turned from the usual pastel blue to a rich pink, orange, and yellow.
He continues to speak, in the present. "They're as close as I'll ever get to my own kind..."
Joe's eyes glisten as he admires the view.
On his lap, FighterGuy stirs in his sleep, hissing.
Joe looks down at him with concern. He begins to shake, whimpering from whatever dream he's having. His shoulders stiffen and his hands tighten into loose fists as his distress becomes more apparent.
Joe hesitantly pets FighterGuy's head, hoping to calm him down without waking him. Joe's forearm passes through his flame as he rests his hand on his head. The flame dances around the intrusion, maintaining its shape otherwise.
FighterGuy purrs softly, quickly relaxing, the tension easing from his shoulders. He subconsciously snuggles closer towards Joe, sighing.
Joe blushes, his going wide, shining. He looks surprised and awestruck, witnessing this. A bright teal blush spreads across his cheeks.
"...but I'm okay with that." He says as the flashback ends.
"What do you mean by that?" The interviewer asks.
Joe jolts, blushing, embarrassed. "Uhm… N- next question, please!" He stammers, waving off the question.
"Do Flamoids value honesty & morality?" Interviewer asks Jake.
Jake furrows his brow, looking somewhat uncomfortable. He calmly replies with a question, his expression shifting to look more unamused. "Do humans?" he asks.
The interviewer pauses, processing his response. "...Excuse me?"
Huran's watch receives a call. He stiffens in his seat, hearing it ring. He moves the sleeve of his robes out of the way to see the screen. It reads "MAX" in large text.
Huran sighs, standing. "Apologies... My advisor is calling."
He walks out of view, answering the call. "Maxwell?? What is it? Yes, I'm still on Earth..."
Jake pats his legs as he abruptly stands. "Okay! I'm done."
He strolls out of frame, his chin held high as he puts his hands in his pockets.
The Interviewer calls after him nervously. "Wait! There's stil-"
"Nope. I'm done." Jake cuts him off.
Huran is speaking to Maxwell on his watch, facing away from the interviewer in the corner of the room. He has an audio receiver pressed to his ear, holding it down with two fingers.
He furrows his brow, looking worried. "Under siege?! By who??? ...Speak up! I can't hear you-"
A gunshot fires from the other line, startling him. "Maxwell?? Maxwell!!" He exclaims in a louder volume.
The call ends. He stands frozen in place. "Oh no..." He mutters.
FighterGuy suddenly looks dizzy, holding the side of his head. He sways from side to side as the whites of his eyes turn black, his pupils becoming small white pinpricks. His breathing sounds
labored as he begins to look panicked. The edges of his mouth have gradually stretched past their normal ending point, shifting to become a jagged line.
The interviewer, catching all this on film, watches silently, then cautiously asks, "Are... you okay, sir?"
FighterGuy blinks a few times, shaking his head. His mind is foggy as he attempts to respond, speaking slowly. "I... um... I need to-"
He cuts himself off as he goes into a coughing fit. "KHHH- KHH!!"
FighterGuy stands and holds his stomach, grimacing. He quickly covers his mouth as black acid begins to trickle out from it, dripping from his chin.
Through his coughing, in a strained, garbled voice, he finishes his sentence. "-step out for a minute!"
Back to Joe, his interview has just concluded. Joe stands and stretches his arms high above his head, locking his hands together.
"Thank you for your time, Mr. Hargraves. We'll be in touch." The interviewer says.
Joe sighs, resting one hand on his hip, looking off to the side tiredly. "Sure thing." He says with a sigh.
Joe is alerted by a loud roar from the other room. He freezes, His eyes going wide.
"What the Hell was that?!?" The interviewer exclaims.
"...Pardon my language." He adds quietly, forgetting his manners.
Joe looks worried, staring at the floor as he mutters "...Oh no."
A subtle hissing can be heard from right outside their door. The door is blown open in an explosion of red and blue flames. Thick, dark smoke fills the room.
The sound of wet, rattly breathing can be heard, approaching slowly. As the smoke clears, a small hand slowly steps into the empty doorway.
FighterGuy peeks around the corner, his flame flared up, flickering nervously. His eyes are empty, staring ahead absently. He scans the room, appearing to look for something, but not finding it.
His gaze snaps to Joe, after a moment, staring at him.
The interviewer jumps from his seat. "Oh my god-!"
Joe puts his hands up, palms out towards FighterGuy. His expression is stern, and he speaks with a calm sense of authority towards him. "Woah! Hey..."
FighterGuy looks up at Joe, scanning his features. From his perspective, his vision is blurry. Everything looks darker, and the outlines of things are constantly moving, fading into and out of each other slowly. He squints at the figure speaking to him. He knows this voice. Their face is obscured, but he can almost make out who it is.
Joe doesn't move, keeping still so FighterGuy can see him. "Easy, boy..." He says in a patient tone.
FighterGuy stares blankly at Joe for a moment, processing his thoughts.
The interviewer breaks his focus. "What's going on?!" He exclaims.
FighterGuy snaps his attention to glare at the interviewer, immediately threatened by his frantic tone.
"Why is he staring at me like that??" The interviewer asks.
FighterGuy crouches, preparing to charge at the interviewer.
"Damn it- LOOK OUT!!" Joe shouts.
FighterGuy bolts into the room on all fours, roaring and knocking the camera over in his wake.
The visual cuts out, switching to display the blue rewind screen of the tape. The timeline shows it's reached the end of the recording, "STOP" in bold letters blinking in the upper left corner of the screen.
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4/11/2024
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