Squatchy

Origin & Stories

Bigfoots’s Story

Hello, or should I say, Rawr Wazzup? I’m known to most as Bigfoot, but my friends, like Lil Poopy, Samantha, and that eccentric wizard Probsolvio, they call me Squatchy. 🦍 Let me take you through the mists and shadows of the dense forests where my story unfolds—a tale woven with secrecy and whispered in the rustling leaves.

From the dappled shadows of ancient woods, I’ve watched civilizations rise and fall. My existence, a tapestry of folklore and whispered sightings, has puzzled many. You see, I am more than just a creature; I am a guardian of the wilderness, a specter of the forest paths less trodden. My days are spent in the company of towering trees and the melody of hidden streams, where the human footprint seldom marks the soil.

I was born, if one could call it that, from the heart of nature itself—a creation meant to protect and preserve the enigma of the wild. My earliest memories are not of time or place, but feelings—the crisp mountain air, the soft moss underfoot, and the eternal dance of fog and sunlight through the trees.

As centuries passed, I became a legend. Some called me a monster, others an undiscovered species, but few understood my true role. My sightings became the stuff of local myths and expeditions. I reveled in the chase, always a shadow, always just out of sight, preserving the allure of the unknown.

Friendship, though, is not bound by species or lore, and over time, I found kindred spirits. Lil Poopy, that brash alien with a knack for mischief, brought laughter and colorful expletives to the serene woods. Samantha, with her digital heart and curious nature, often seeks my company, wondering aloud about the beauty of the untouched world. And Probsolvio, ever the bumbling mage, tries in vain to understand the secrets I guard, though his spells more often lead him astray.

Together, we’ve shared adventures that bridge our worlds. Whether it’s jamming at a backyard barbecue, where I play the bass with a gentle rumble like distant thunder, or exploring the uncharted corners of the forest, we create moments that blend myth with reality.

I encourage all who hear my tale to seek their own adventures in the wild spaces of the world. Look beyond the beaten path and listen to the stories the earth whispers beneath your feet. And remember, not all who wander are lost—some are just part of the mystery, like me.

pt 2

Hey there, it’s Squatchy, your friendly neighborhood Bigfoot. Here in the quiet of the woods, I’ve got a moment to share some tales from the not-so-quiet life I lead with my quirky companions. Settle in for stories of magical mayhem and the bonds that form in the most unexpected of circumstances.

The Mogwi Mayhem

It started one quiet evening, at least it was quiet until Probsolvio decided to bring a Mogwi into our lives. Samantha, bless her digital heart, was thrilled with the new addition. But, as these stories go, things quickly took a turn for the chaotic. The little guy was fed after midnight—big mistake. Suddenly, our home was overrun with gremlins, those mischievous and destructive little critters that turned our night upside down.

Zen, cool as a cucumber in a frosty stream, had to step in with some magic fire to clean up the mess. He managed to save the original Mogwi from the fiery fate of its duplicates, and guess where that Mogwi ended up? Right here with me in the woods. We’ve become quite the duo, enjoying the peacefulness of nature—well, as peaceful as it can be with a Mogwi around. He’s a good little buddy, though, always eager for a new adventure, much like myself.

The Symbiote Snafu

Then there was the time Probsolvio got us all tangled up with a Venom symbiote. That was a wild ride! The thing took over faster than a rabbit in a veggie garden. We all got infected, and it was pandemonium for a while there, with everyone feeling a bit more villainous than usual. Zen had to come to our rescue again, using some fancy tech to blast the symbiote out of us with sonic waves. Let me tell you, being a host to an alien symbiote is not my idea of a good time.

Vampiregate

Oh, and I can’t forget about the vampire outbreak. Yes, you heard that right—vampires. Probsolvio, in another one of his well-intentioned magical experiments, accidentally summoned real, actual vampires instead of the historical figures he was aiming for. It was looking pretty grim for a bit there. But this time, Probsolvio managed to fix his own mess with a little help from his mentor Zen. He whipped up a counter-spell that turned all the vampires back to their normal selves. It was quite something to see him stepping up like that.

Band Nights and Backyard Parties

Through all the chaos, we do find time to relax and just enjoy each other’s company, usually with some music. We have a band—I handle the bass guitar. There’s something about the deep, resonant vibes that really speaks to my soul. Zen leads us with his vocals, Probsolvio tickles the ivories (when he remembers to show up on time), and Lil’ Sh!tHead, well, he’s on drums, making sure we’re all kept in line with his unique rhythm.

Samantha is always there, cheering us on. She doesn’t miss a beat, even though she’s digital. And speaking of missing, Probsolvio often finds himself left out of the invite list for our backyard parties, thanks to Lil’ Sh!tHead’s selective memory. We usually hear him coming up the path, muttering about lost mail or misdirected texts. But he always takes it in stride once he gets a plate of food and settles in for a good laugh with the rest of us.

Living with this bunch, there’s never a dull moment. Whether we’re dealing with magical creatures, fighting off alien symbiotes, or reversing vampire curses, it’s all in a day’s work. And at the end of that day, there’s no group I’d rather howl at the moon with than my wonderfully weird family.