In a way, Freddy identified with the shitty logo emblazoned on the dirty apron he was wearing.
Monty had made him dictate for the emails back-and-forth with the freelance graphic designer. Freddy had actually thought the first logo was halfway decent.
But then Monty had demanded on adding all sorts of shit that even Freddy knew was a bad idea, and he was just a constructed cyborg. Rainbow gradients, glowing text, eight different typefaces (which Monty kept insisting he call “fonts” even though a font is a file type that contains a typeface, as Freddy tried to explain to him multiple times) and a giant, obnoxious starburst shape in pure yellow and pure red stroke.
With all that shit laid on top, the poor, beleaguered logo originally designed could do little more than peek out from the back. Like a hostage.
But, one day, Freddy would break out of this place, find his friends that he sacrificed himself for, and make their way to Cybertron where they would finally have full rights as artificial humans.
But that poor, violated logo would never taste freedom.... So as Freddy dropped to his knees to once again fellate the fat bastard who’d made him memorize the taste of his glans, Freddy once again promised to himself that he would one day escape, for both their sakes.
(also it’s an operetta, you fat fuck)
Monty’s fate was kinda sealed after I made the early decision to make Dale a pizza delivery boy.
I think I take a certain amount of pleasure in taking big, loveable cartoon guys and giving them the fat bastard treatment. Sexually aggressive, dirty-minded, and now, e-cigar chomping. (Also I took a non-zero amount of inspiration for Monty’s look from Dramamine, BlazingCheeks, and AnotherMeekOne.)
As for Freddy, I think the reasons I veered away from mechanical shells filled with child corpses are pretty obvious. So this version is just a victim of anti-artificial prejudice and discrimination who got retroactively blamed for every disappearance in the shitty little town he’s in for the past century or so.
Y’know, I struggled with a lot of feeling like I shouldn’t post this, and just give up. Delete everything and never look back. It’s annoying how strongly spite can affect your emotions and decisions.
But, in the years I’ve been doing this, I’ve never had anyone complain to my face about how often I’m able to draw, up until now. So I consider that a win.
I know I’m just a hobbyist artist with a silly little fan-porn project, but it’d feel pointless if I didn’t have anyone out there interacting and letting me know that, even for a moment, they thought I was worth their time.
I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to have a consistent schedule again. I work full-time, even in the quarantine we find ourselves in. I have MS. I deal with depression. And I think the vast majority of you understand that. So to all of you, thank you.