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Whoo, another one of my favourites! Bubba is great. I love his general design, and so I didn't want to stray from that too much - though, of course, I wanted to retain my style, as well as the ability to call this a REdesign, so I made changes where I saw fit. For instance, his stocky arms and large, defined body - Bubba strikes me as a very powerful and fearsome creature, so I tried emphasising that by making him appear to be one of the strongest of the bosses, even from a glance. His smaller head was meant to imply a...lack in mental capacity. Haha.

Bubba did not know much. Indeed, he did not even know much about himself. All he knew for certain was that he was always hungry, and that the glowy man was mean. His body ached. Oh, how it ached.

Bubba absentmindedly rubbed at the throbbing stitches coating his arm once again, the heavy chains on his wrists making a clinking noise as he did. He sniffed the air, his large ursine nostrils twitching with every inhalation of his mechanical lungs. He thought about what Glowy Man would do if he returned without the inanimate bodies of the four weird robots in his mouth, and winced at the possibilities.

Bubba, of all people, knew that the Glowy Man was bad news. After all, it was his fault that Bubba needed so many stitches.

One of the only memories that truly stood out in Bubba's mind was that of his family; or, at least, the family he'd had prior to his abduction. He'd never known his Momma Bear or Daddy Bear's names. He'd been too young to remember when he'd been stolen from them. It had been over in a literal flash - a blinding light filled his eyes, and then a pair of large arms wrapped around his tiny little body and he was whisked off, taken through the Shortcut.

Then Glowy Man had modified him; he could feel his code being altered. But no matter how much he screamed out for his Momma Bear, she had never come. Bubba was certain that whoever had owned the pair of arms which had stolen him from them had killed them whilst he'd been blinded by the light.

He grew. He grew, and he grew, and he grew, until he was taller and stockier than even the Glowy Man. Yet, the strange figure still unnerved him. Bubba felt like Glowy Man could kill him without a second thought, and so he stayed in line and did what he was told.

Bubba had been a 'pet' after that; a guard dog, of sorts. He was to guard the Pinwheel Funhouse alongside Security, being the first to any conflict.

Because of this, he sustained incredible amounts of damage after a short while. But the Glowy Man just wouldn't let him die. He kept stitching up fresh wounds and sending him back out to his doom.

And now Bubba waited once again. Waited for his next set of enemies; these ones were unique, though. They made the Glowy Man frightened. Bubba may not have been the smartest, but even he could sense fear when it presented itself.

Bubba growled as he caught sight of his targets - four relatively small animatronics, fighting their way through the many glitched out enemies in the circus. The group cut through the horde as if they were nothing. Bubba smiled slightly. These ones would be fun to kill. Or maybe, he could partner up with them and destroy his master for all of the torture he'd had to live through.

Or maybe, just maybe...

He could finally die.

Description

Whoo, another one of my favourites! Bubba is great. I love his general design, and so I didn't want to stray from that too much - though, of course, I wanted to retain my style, as well as the ability to call this a REdesign, so I made changes where I saw fit. For instance, his stocky arms and large, defined body - Bubba strikes me as a very powerful and fearsome creature, so I tried emphasising that by making him appear to be one of the strongest of the bosses, even from a glance. His smaller head was meant to imply a...lack in mental capacity. Haha.

Bubba did not know much. Indeed, he did not even know much about himself. All he knew for certain was that he was always hungry, and that the glowy man was mean. His body ached. Oh, how it ached.

Bubba absentmindedly rubbed at the throbbing stitches coating his arm once again, the heavy chains on his wrists making a clinking noise as he did. He sniffed the air, his large ursine nostrils twitching with every inhalation of his mechanical lungs. He thought about what Glowy Man would do if he returned without the inanimate bodies of the four weird robots in his mouth, and winced at the possibilities.

Bubba, of all people, knew that the Glowy Man was bad news. After all, it was his fault that Bubba needed so many stitches.

One of the only memories that truly stood out in Bubba's mind was that of his family; or, at least, the family he'd had prior to his abduction. He'd never known his Momma Bear or Daddy Bear's names. He'd been too young to remember when he'd been stolen from them. It had been over in a literal flash - a blinding light filled his eyes, and then a pair of large arms wrapped around his tiny little body and he was whisked off, taken through the Shortcut.

Then Glowy Man had modified him; he could feel his code being altered. But no matter how much he screamed out for his Momma Bear, she had never come. Bubba was certain that whoever had owned the pair of arms which had stolen him from them had killed them whilst he'd been blinded by the light.

He grew. He grew, and he grew, and he grew, until he was taller and stockier than even the Glowy Man. Yet, the strange figure still unnerved him. Bubba felt like Glowy Man could kill him without a second thought, and so he stayed in line and did what he was told.

Bubba had been a 'pet' after that; a guard dog, of sorts. He was to guard the Pinwheel Funhouse alongside Security, being the first to any conflict.

Because of this, he sustained incredible amounts of damage after a short while. But the Glowy Man just wouldn't let him die. He kept stitching up fresh wounds and sending him back out to his doom.

And now Bubba waited once again. Waited for his next set of enemies; these ones were unique, though. They made the Glowy Man frightened. Bubba may not have been the smartest, but even he could sense fear when it presented itself.

Bubba growled as he caught sight of his targets - four relatively small animatronics, fighting their way through the many glitched out enemies in the circus. The group cut through the horde as if they were nothing. Bubba smiled slightly. These ones would be fun to kill. Or maybe, he could partner up with them and destroy his master for all of the torture he'd had to live through.

Or maybe, just maybe...

He could finally die.