It's my headcanon that Pudding Cup actually saw/been through a massacre, I know it's not probably true, but it does kinda add a bit to her character in my fanfictions :3
I actually wasn't entirely sure about what to draw, but I managed to still make it look okay!
So here :3
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Aww...I made it too sad... :<
Okay, so basically, what my headcanon is, is that Pudding Cup was one of a few survivors of a massacre, this happened when she was very young. Like...around 4 or 5 years old. Both her parents survived, but the images of the dead bodies of the other objects traumatized her.
Some were even calling out for help, and Pudding Cup, being the small and innocent child she was back then, desperately wanted to help them, but her parents needed her to move along, or they would die as well. And now Pudding Cup feels guilt, she feels like those objects died because of her.
Hence, the objects crying for help.
Now, a few years later, Pudding Cup and her family moved, and Pudding Cup also has a little brother, Yogurt. Pudding Cup is 8, Yogurt is 3. And Pudding Cup loves her brother more than anything in the world.(Well, maybe except Oreo 😏)
She would do literally anything to protect him from the outside horrors that she knows, so one could say that Yogurt is also an innocent child.
But we'll come back to that later.
At 8 years old, Pudding Cup attends an elementary school, and she's in second grade. She was friendly, she liked meeting new people, and she hung out with other girls and boys. She was just like everyone else, because she wanted to fit in. She was the new girl at the time, after all. But she wasn't happy like that, she didn't like girly stuff, and she wasn't interested in dating like the other girls.
So when someone called her out for liking a guy, Pudding Cup explained everything to everyone, how she didn't like the guy, or other girl things, such as the color pink.
And you know how girls can be. If one doesn't like what the rest like...they get shunned.
Pudding Cup was hated for being different. She was picked on, called names, she was bullied.
But she didn't let it get to her. Not for a while, anyway.
Hence, the mocking faces, the ones that look like they're laughing at her.
Now, one year later, third grade. Pudding Cup is still getting bullied. She's learned to just go with it. She doesn't care anymore, but it still hurts her inside.
Then a new girl showed up.
She was, like most of the others, a girly girl. The "popular" group took her in, and this girl made fast friends with them. This girl's name is Parasol. Now, Parasol, like I said, is a girly girl, but at the same time, a tomboy. She's in the middle.
