Great minds think alike lol!
I can’t link anything right now, but for anyone who wants to read the posts, you can find them pretty quickly if you search “Wordgirl au” on @void-apocalypse blog!
becky botsford
Theres like a bit of information about an au where huggy raises Becky on the blog void-apocalypse! U have to scroll a little bit but An anon sent in some stuff about it and i think its pretty cute
Great minds think alike lol!
I can’t link anything right now, but for anyone who wants to read the posts, you can find them pretty quickly if you search “Wordgirl au” on @void-apocalypse blog!
I’m writing more Bob and Becky bonding fanfics because cute, and all the sudden I have Bob referring to Becky as his little girl and ya know what? I’m okay with that.
I’m writing more Bob and Becky bonding fanfics because cute, and all the sudden I have Bob referring to Becky as his little girl and ya know what? I’m okay with that.
Huggy’s Log (WordGirl Fanfic)
This is my first posted WordGirl fanfic! I’m so excited! There’s probably a lot more editing I could do, but my brain is fried and I’ve reread it so many times it’s getting hard to find errors and things to edit.
Summary: A retelling of WordGirl and Huggy’s origin story, told from the perspective of Huggy and written (or attempted to be written) in the form of a captain’s log.
According to one of the writing editor websites I used to help me with this, it’s about a 10-minute read.
So here we go. I hope you enjoy 🙂
Huggy’s Log
Captain Log: 7 03 7: Captain HuggyFace
My mission was simple: transport resources back to Lexicon
from one of our allies. I regret to report that I have failed said mission.
This is to no fault of my own—or anyone for that matter. And don’t think I
regret my actions. Given the circumstances, I am proud of how I handled the
situation.
Everything started fine. My ship was brand new, met all the
new safety standards and had plenty of fuel. I knew my exact course and the
time frame I’d arrive. Knowing this would be a long trip, I decided to take one
more long look at Lexicon.
This, I assume, is when my stowaway snuck onboard.
I’m not sure how long it’d been. I wasn’t paying attention
to the time. My surroundings had been distracting me. It can be hard to focus
when you’re flying through the beautiful inky swirls of indigo and violet. And
the gleaming stars sprinkled everywhere are mesmerizing as well. It’s always a
breath-taking sight, at this point I expect to be a little inattentive. Despite
dodging planets, asteroids, and satellites, it was one of my smoothest rides.
Since I was in no rush, I relaxed and took it all in. At one point, a meteor
soared passed the ship that I masterfully avoided. But it caused a slight bit
of turbulence. I’m sure this is what awoke the stowaway.
Up until I heard a soft little yawn in my ear, I was
positive I was alone. So, it makes perfect sense that this sound startled
me—startled me. It did not scare me! In my startled jump, I somehow managed to
launch myself from the pilot chair. I took a moment to catch my breath.
Bravely, I leaped back into the pilot seat. I was ready to unleash a full attack
on my intruder—only to discover my intruder was a small child.
I didn’t know what to think as I watched this toddler in my
ship, rubbing her tired little eyes and wobbling up and down. She gripped onto
anything within her reach. At one point she dropped to the ground and had to
pull herself back up. Cute kid. After she fell, she ungracefully brushed her
pigtails out of her face. It made me chuckle.
But what was she doing on my ship? Where were her parents?
Did they know she was here? Should I fly her home, or would someone rather come
to get her? There were millions of questions flooding my brain. So many, that I
failed to notice the impending meteor shower. Thank the stars the gravity
stabilizer was on. Things would have been so much worse if we had been bouncing
throughout the cabin.
An aggressive jolt threw us to the floor. Firing myself back
into the pilot seat, I scrambled for the controls. My instincts were to make
sure the kid was alright from the hit. But I knew that wouldn’t matter if I
didn’t get control of the ship.
I soon realized something was wrong. It took me a moment,
but it did click: the engine had fallen off! I swear I saw it flying through
space!
The ship was spinning like a top. We were hurdling at
unimaginable speed into a system in the Milky Way. The “DANGER” light was
flashing and buzzing, and I wanted to yell “I know!” at it, but then I’d be
talking to a light bulb.
At this point a crash was inevitable. Our last hope was for
me to adjust the wings to slow us down and angle us in the best position for
impact.
I grabbed the steering and the instant we hit the atmosphere
of a planet, I pulled up. Time slowed. It was the longest, hysteria filled
millisecond of my life. I could feel the nose of the ship being forced upward.
When I saw the ground fast approaching, I clenched, shut my
eyes and braced myself for the end.
I had to get up. I would have much rather laid there until
the swirling in my head stopped, but I had to get up. Once I blinked away my
blurry-eyed state, I found myself upside-down on the dashboard. A rush of pain
flooded through my head as I pulled myself into a sitting position. It took me
a second to realize the ringing I was hearing wasn’t coming from the ship, but
my own head. Shaking off the dizziness, I stood on my feet and stretched my
aching muscles. I was in agonizing pain, but I was alright. As long as I could
walk and get the little girl somewhere safe, I was fine.
The girl. Where was the girl? She couldn’t have escaped the
cabin, but I didn’t see her. I started scouring the room in a panic and tore it
up before I discovered her trapped under the dashboard. On the verge of tears,
she was struggling to free her little foot from the bent brake pedal.
“Hey, hey,” I whispered. “I got it, I’ll get you out of
there.”
After loosening her foot from the brake, she started crying.
I wasn’t sure what to do, little kids intimidate me. I picked her up and
started bouncing her around. “It’s alright, you’re okay,” I soothed until I saw
the scrapes and scratches. “well, you’re mostly okay…”
Six or seven silly monkey faces got her to stop crying and
start giggling. I took her to the ship’s infirmary, put bandages on her and
tested her reflexes and brain power. Scratches and scrapes were the worst of
her injuries; by some miracle. My next objective was to return her to Lexicon.
I couldn’t fly her back. It was inconceivable to think the ship could get off
the ground on its own, let alone flying it all the way back. What I could still
do was send a distress message to Lexicon with my coordinates.
With the kid in tow, I returned to the computer. Typing the
message one handed was a challenge, but I wasn’t planning to let a toddler
loose on my ship. Finally, I hit send. A notification popped up saying “Error:
Message failed to send. No signal.” I opened the computer to find a shattered
communication chip. No planet way out here would have a communication chip. And
without it, I couldn’t contact Lexicon or any other planet for that matter.
“Great! Just great!” I hissed, “what do I do now?!” Pacing
back and forth, I desperately tried to think of a plan B while balancing a
squirming baby in my arms. How would I ever get us back home? I had no engine,
no ability to call for help, and I didn’t even know where we were. My thoughts
were interrupted by the little girl’s stomach growling. She was getting hungry.
Frankly so was I. At that moment I came to the sensible conclusion that I
should hold off planning our way home. My top priority was getting us both fed.
I just had to prepare for the elements.
Considering all the trees on the planet, I was confident
neither of us would need oxygen helmets. The main concern was the temperature.
Many planets are rather cold compared to Lexicon. Since Lexicon designs their
uniforms to moderate temperature, I was already protected. But the little girl
was in a shirt and overalls.
I pulled out my stash of emergency blankets. Hoping to find
a smaller one I could wrap her in, I started sifting through them. She was
still squirming in my arms and made finding an appropriate blanket difficult. I
set her down in the bin of blankets so she couldn’t go anywhere and continued
to search through them. She watched me for a moment and then started to look
through the blankets too. I heard her let out a small squeal of excitement.
Looking over to her, I saw she was snuggling with a small pink one. She looked
up at me with the sweetest, twinkling little eyes. My heart melted. No way was
I going to take that blanket away from a kid who gave me that cute of a look. I
swaddled her in it, and we stepped out of the ship.
It didn’t take me long to realize what planet we were on:
Earth. I’ve read about it and even visited it two or three years ago with my
brother. It’s a stable planet, home of millions of different forms of life.
Including intelligent life that has created thousands of different societies
within itself. Biologically, humans and lexiconians are nearly identical. Plus,
Earth has a species of monkey like mine that would allow me to blend in. Of all
the planets in the universe to crash into, it was lucky we crashed into this
one. But Earth does come with a few catches. First, while there is intelligent
life, it’s primitive compared to Lexicon. Which meant fixing the ship wasn’t an
option. The other issue was the warnings of Earth’s treatment of aliens—humans
don’t take kindly to strangers, I guess. So, the child and I would have to
blend in and never share the minor detail that we were from another planet.
I was stealthy as possible, not because I thought any humans
would stroll by. Humans tended to avoid venturing deep into their nature
locations. My fear was the wildlife. I recalled an Earth movie that stated
forests had “lions and tigers and bears.” I don’t know what lions, tigers, and bears
are, but the characters cried “oh my!” afterward, so I assumed they were
creatures to be avoided. We didn’t run into any of these creatures, but I
thought for sure we would, so when I heard footsteps nearby, I panicked.
I looked up and saw two humans standing there, a man and a
woman, likely a young couple. They stared at us. The time for hiding had
passed. As long as it wasn’t a Lexiconian-eating beast. If I played this off
right, I could get their help without them learning we were aliens. As fast as mentally
possible, I reviewed every Earth dialect I knew.
“Oh look, a baby and a monkey,” the man said. English. Of
course, they had to speak the hardest and most inconsistent language on the
planet.
“Who wants sandwiches?” The man asked. That caught my attention.
Twelve sandwiches later, the couple started asking
questions. The first one was, “so why are a monkey and a baby alone in the
woods anyway?”
“Um, uh…” I stammered.
“Tim, monkeys can’t talk!” the lady laughed.
“Oh, right! Silly me!” the man chuckled, “let’s see, are you
two alone?”
I nodded.
“Do you need a place to stay?”
I nodded again.
“Well, problem solved!” The man cheered, “you can stay with
us!”
“Oh, yes! We’d be happy to have you!” The lady said, “I’m
Sally, by the way!”
“Oh, and I’m Tim! We’re the Botsfords! What’s your name?”
I had half a mind to remind him we just established I can’t
speak to them. But I knew it wouldn’t do any good because…I can’t speak to them…
“Hmm, do you mind if we call you Bob?” Tim asked me. I
shrugged and nodded, Bob seemed like an alright name. Sally looked at the baby.
“And this cute little girl looks like a Becky!” She said,
turning to Tim, “don’t you think?”
“No question about it! She’s absolutely a Becky!”
In what humans call a “car,” they took us back to
their home. Once we arrived, Tim pulled a crib from their attic. He said it was
his old one that his father gave to him for when he and Sally had kids. While
Tim set up the crib in a spare room, Sally found a hammock amongst their
camping supplies. She set it up for me in the same room. By this point, Becky
had fallen asleep in my arms. Tim took her and set her in the crib. Exhausted,
I hopped into the hammock. After the day I’d had, a nap sounded wonderful. I
was sure I’d know what to do when I was well-rested.
It was dark by the time I woke up, I had slept away the
entire afternoon. Peering over to the crib I noticed Becky was still sleeping.
The hallway was dark except for a teeny bit of light leaking from downstairs. I
snuck to the top of the stairs and stopped when I overheard the Botsfords
talking.
“I’m not sure how long it will take to fill out the adoption
papers but…”
Adoption papers? Were they planning to adopt Becky?
“And pet adoption papers take less time, but we will
also need special licensing since he’s a monkey.”
And apparently, they wanted to adopt me too—as their pet.
That’s a little offending but Earth hasn’t yet realized the potential of
monkeys. And since I couldn’t inform them, I decided to let it go.
The odds of us getting back to Lexicon are next to nothing.
So, I guess being part of the Botsford family won’t be so bad. They seem nice
enough. Their house and neighborhood are lovely. And in general, lexiconians
and humans are so similar that this would be a fantastic set up for Becky. The
main difference is that she will develop superpowers one day, but that’s
something I can help her with. I have limited experience with superpowers, but
I can learn. There are plenty of books on the subject in the ship’s library.
Between the three of us, this sweet little girl will be fine.
I’m sure I’ll be fine too, but I don’t know how to react.
I’m still in shock from today’s events. I haven’t processed anything yet. I
don’t want to think about how I’m never going to see my family or friends
again. I’ll never see my home planet again. And I might never pilot anything
again. My status as a captain means nothing here. Everything I had on
Lexicon…is just gone. I mean it’s still there, waiting for me to return. But
I’m gone. I can’t return. Even worse is no one I care about will ever know what
happened to me. No one will think to look for me on Earth. Even if they did,
the planet is so big, would they ever find me? I hope so, but I doubt it. Don’t
get me wrong, this seems like a great alternative, but nothing can replace
Lexicon.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this report. Who will ever
read it?
Huggy’s Log (WordGirl Fanfic)
This is my first posted WordGirl fanfic! I’m so excited! There’s probably a lot more editing I could do, but my brain is fried and I’ve reread it so many times it’s getting hard to find errors and things to edit.
Summary: A retelling of WordGirl and Huggy’s origin story, told from the perspective of Huggy and written (or attempted to be written) in the form of a captain’s log.
According to one of the writing editor websites I used to help me with this, it’s about a 10-minute read.
So here we go. I hope you enjoy 🙂
Huggy’s Log
Captain Log: 7 03 7: Captain HuggyFace
My mission was simple: transport resources back to Lexicon
from one of our allies. I regret to report that I have failed said mission.
This is to no fault of my own—or anyone for that matter. And don’t think I
regret my actions. Given the circumstances, I am proud of how I handled the
situation.
Everything started fine. My ship was brand new, met all the
new safety standards and had plenty of fuel. I knew my exact course and the
time frame I’d arrive. Knowing this would be a long trip, I decided to take one
more long look at Lexicon.
This, I assume, is when my stowaway snuck onboard.
I’m not sure how long it’d been. I wasn’t paying attention
to the time. My surroundings had been distracting me. It can be hard to focus
when you’re flying through the beautiful inky swirls of indigo and violet. And
the gleaming stars sprinkled everywhere are mesmerizing as well. It’s always a
breath-taking sight, at this point I expect to be a little inattentive. Despite
dodging planets, asteroids, and satellites, it was one of my smoothest rides.
Since I was in no rush, I relaxed and took it all in. At one point, a meteor
soared passed the ship that I masterfully avoided. But it caused a slight bit
of turbulence. I’m sure this is what awoke the stowaway.
Up until I heard a soft little yawn in my ear, I was
positive I was alone. So, it makes perfect sense that this sound startled
me—startled me. It did not scare me! In my startled jump, I somehow managed to
launch myself from the pilot chair. I took a moment to catch my breath.
Bravely, I leaped back into the pilot seat. I was ready to unleash a full attack
on my intruder—only to discover my intruder was a small child.
I didn’t know what to think as I watched this toddler in my
ship, rubbing her tired little eyes and wobbling up and down. She gripped onto
anything within her reach. At one point she dropped to the ground and had to
pull herself back up. Cute kid. After she fell, she ungracefully brushed her
pigtails out of her face. It made me chuckle.
But what was she doing on my ship? Where were her parents?
Did they know she was here? Should I fly her home, or would someone rather come
to get her? There were millions of questions flooding my brain. So many, that I
failed to notice the impending meteor shower. Thank the stars the gravity
stabilizer was on. Things would have been so much worse if we had been bouncing
throughout the cabin.
An aggressive jolt threw us to the floor. Firing myself back
into the pilot seat, I scrambled for the controls. My instincts were to make
sure the kid was alright from the hit. But I knew that wouldn’t matter if I
didn’t get control of the ship.
I soon realized something was wrong. It took me a moment,
but it did click: the engine had fallen off! I swear I saw it flying through
space!
The ship was spinning like a top. We were hurdling at
unimaginable speed into a system in the Milky Way. The “DANGER” light was
flashing and buzzing, and I wanted to yell “I know!” at it, but then I’d be
talking to a light bulb.
At this point a crash was inevitable. Our last hope was for
me to adjust the wings to slow us down and angle us in the best position for
impact.
I grabbed the steering and the instant we hit the atmosphere
of a planet, I pulled up. Time slowed. It was the longest, hysteria filled
millisecond of my life. I could feel the nose of the ship being forced upward.
When I saw the ground fast approaching, I clenched, shut my
eyes and braced myself for the end.
I had to get up. I would have much rather laid there until
the swirling in my head stopped, but I had to get up. Once I blinked away my
blurry-eyed state, I found myself upside-down on the dashboard. A rush of pain
flooded through my head as I pulled myself into a sitting position. It took me
a second to realize the ringing I was hearing wasn’t coming from the ship, but
my own head. Shaking off the dizziness, I stood on my feet and stretched my
aching muscles. I was in agonizing pain, but I was alright. As long as I could
walk and get the little girl somewhere safe, I was fine.
The girl. Where was the girl? She couldn’t have escaped the
cabin, but I didn’t see her. I started scouring the room in a panic and tore it
up before I discovered her trapped under the dashboard. On the verge of tears,
she was struggling to free her little foot from the bent brake pedal.
“Hey, hey,” I whispered. “I got it, I’ll get you out of
there.”
After loosening her foot from the brake, she started crying.
I wasn’t sure what to do, little kids intimidate me. I picked her up and
started bouncing her around. “It’s alright, you’re okay,” I soothed until I saw
the scrapes and scratches. “well, you’re mostly okay…”
Six or seven silly monkey faces got her to stop crying and
start giggling. I took her to the ship’s infirmary, put bandages on her and
tested her reflexes and brain power. Scratches and scrapes were the worst of
her injuries; by some miracle. My next objective was to return her to Lexicon.
I couldn’t fly her back. It was inconceivable to think the ship could get off
the ground on its own, let alone flying it all the way back. What I could still
do was send a distress message to Lexicon with my coordinates.
With the kid in tow, I returned to the computer. Typing the
message one handed was a challenge, but I wasn’t planning to let a toddler
loose on my ship. Finally, I hit send. A notification popped up saying “Error:
Message failed to send. No signal.” I opened the computer to find a shattered
communication chip. No planet way out here would have a communication chip. And
without it, I couldn’t contact Lexicon or any other planet for that matter.
“Great! Just great!” I hissed, “what do I do now?!” Pacing
back and forth, I desperately tried to think of a plan B while balancing a
squirming baby in my arms. How would I ever get us back home? I had no engine,
no ability to call for help, and I didn’t even know where we were. My thoughts
were interrupted by the little girl’s stomach growling. She was getting hungry.
Frankly so was I. At that moment I came to the sensible conclusion that I
should hold off planning our way home. My top priority was getting us both fed.
I just had to prepare for the elements.
Considering all the trees on the planet, I was confident
neither of us would need oxygen helmets. The main concern was the temperature.
Many planets are rather cold compared to Lexicon. Since Lexicon designs their
uniforms to moderate temperature, I was already protected. But the little girl
was in a shirt and overalls.
I pulled out my stash of emergency blankets. Hoping to find
a smaller one I could wrap her in, I started sifting through them. She was
still squirming in my arms and made finding an appropriate blanket difficult. I
set her down in the bin of blankets so she couldn’t go anywhere and continued
to search through them. She watched me for a moment and then started to look
through the blankets too. I heard her let out a small squeal of excitement.
Looking over to her, I saw she was snuggling with a small pink one. She looked
up at me with the sweetest, twinkling little eyes. My heart melted. No way was
I going to take that blanket away from a kid who gave me that cute of a look. I
swaddled her in it, and we stepped out of the ship.
It didn’t take me long to realize what planet we were on:
Earth. I’ve read about it and even visited it two or three years ago with my
brother. It’s a stable planet, home of millions of different forms of life.
Including intelligent life that has created thousands of different societies
within itself. Biologically, humans and lexiconians are nearly identical. Plus,
Earth has a species of monkey like mine that would allow me to blend in. Of all
the planets in the universe to crash into, it was lucky we crashed into this
one. But Earth does come with a few catches. First, while there is intelligent
life, it’s primitive compared to Lexicon. Which meant fixing the ship wasn’t an
option. The other issue was the warnings of Earth’s treatment of aliens—humans
don’t take kindly to strangers, I guess. So, the child and I would have to
blend in and never share the minor detail that we were from another planet.
I was stealthy as possible, not because I thought any humans
would stroll by. Humans tended to avoid venturing deep into their nature
locations. My fear was the wildlife. I recalled an Earth movie that stated
forests had “lions and tigers and bears.” I don’t know what lions, tigers, and bears
are, but the characters cried “oh my!” afterward, so I assumed they were
creatures to be avoided. We didn’t run into any of these creatures, but I
thought for sure we would, so when I heard footsteps nearby, I panicked.
I looked up and saw two humans standing there, a man and a
woman, likely a young couple. They stared at us. The time for hiding had
passed. As long as it wasn’t a Lexiconian-eating beast. If I played this off
right, I could get their help without them learning we were aliens. As fast as mentally
possible, I reviewed every Earth dialect I knew.
“Oh look, a baby and a monkey,” the man said. English. Of
course, they had to speak the hardest and most inconsistent language on the
planet.
“Who wants sandwiches?” The man asked. That caught my attention.
Twelve sandwiches later, the couple started asking
questions. The first one was, “so why are a monkey and a baby alone in the
woods anyway?”
“Um, uh…” I stammered.
“Tim, monkeys can’t talk!” the lady laughed.
“Oh, right! Silly me!” the man chuckled, “let’s see, are you
two alone?”
I nodded.
“Do you need a place to stay?”
I nodded again.
“Well, problem solved!” The man cheered, “you can stay with
us!”
“Oh, yes! We’d be happy to have you!” The lady said, “I’m
Sally, by the way!”
“Oh, and I’m Tim! We’re the Botsfords! What’s your name?”
I had half a mind to remind him we just established I can’t
speak to them. But I knew it wouldn’t do any good because…I can’t speak to them…
“Hmm, do you mind if we call you Bob?” Tim asked me. I
shrugged and nodded, Bob seemed like an alright name. Sally looked at the baby.
“And this cute little girl looks like a Becky!” She said,
turning to Tim, “don’t you think?”
“No question about it! She’s absolutely a Becky!”
In what humans call a “car,” they took us back to
their home. Once we arrived, Tim pulled a crib from their attic. He said it was
his old one that his father gave to him for when he and Sally had kids. While
Tim set up the crib in a spare room, Sally found a hammock amongst their
camping supplies. She set it up for me in the same room. By this point, Becky
had fallen asleep in my arms. Tim took her and set her in the crib. Exhausted,
I hopped into the hammock. After the day I’d had, a nap sounded wonderful. I
was sure I’d know what to do when I was well-rested.
It was dark by the time I woke up, I had slept away the
entire afternoon. Peering over to the crib I noticed Becky was still sleeping.
The hallway was dark except for a teeny bit of light leaking from downstairs. I
snuck to the top of the stairs and stopped when I overheard the Botsfords
talking.
“I’m not sure how long it will take to fill out the adoption
papers but…”
Adoption papers? Were they planning to adopt Becky?
“And pet adoption papers take less time, but we will
also need special licensing since he’s a monkey.”
And apparently, they wanted to adopt me too—as their pet.
That’s a little offending but Earth hasn’t yet realized the potential of
monkeys. And since I couldn’t inform them, I decided to let it go.
The odds of us getting back to Lexicon are next to nothing.
So, I guess being part of the Botsford family won’t be so bad. They seem nice
enough. Their house and neighborhood are lovely. And in general, lexiconians
and humans are so similar that this would be a fantastic set up for Becky. The
main difference is that she will develop superpowers one day, but that’s
something I can help her with. I have limited experience with superpowers, but
I can learn. There are plenty of books on the subject in the ship’s library.
Between the three of us, this sweet little girl will be fine.
I’m sure I’ll be fine too, but I don’t know how to react.
I’m still in shock from today’s events. I haven’t processed anything yet. I
don’t want to think about how I’m never going to see my family or friends
again. I’ll never see my home planet again. And I might never pilot anything
again. My status as a captain means nothing here. Everything I had on
Lexicon…is just gone. I mean it’s still there, waiting for me to return. But
I’m gone. I can’t return. Even worse is no one I care about will ever know what
happened to me. No one will think to look for me on Earth. Even if they did,
the planet is so big, would they ever find me? I hope so, but I doubt it. Don’t
get me wrong, this seems like a great alternative, but nothing can replace
Lexicon.
I don’t even know why I’m writing this report. Who will ever
read it?
Wordgirl au where instead of being adopted by the Botsfords, Huggy doesn’t run into any humans and ends up having to raise Wordgirl himself in the spaceship.
Wordgirl au where instead of being adopted by the Botsfords, Huggy doesn’t run into any humans and ends up having to raise Wordgirl himself in the spaceship.
A WG question I have is: what exactly did huggy leave behind in order to take care of Becky? We know he was a pilot, and we know he has a brother who he misses very much, and that’s about it. Did he even know Becky’s family before she sneaked onto his spaceship? Or was it a random baby he’d never seen before? Oh also, Becky telling her origin story in “WG makes a mistake,” did huggy tell her what happened or does she remember somehow? Are there any more ways lexiconians differ from humans? Idk.
This will probably be long so brace yourself
I’m finding myself wondering more and more about what Huggy’s life was before Earth. I have tried to analyze other things we know about him in hopes of piecing together some new information, but I haven’t had much luck. There’s part of me that thinks we don’t know much about his old life because Becky doesn’t know much about it. Bob has probably told her some things, but I’d imagine that he doesn’t tell her much because she’s the reason he doesn’t have that old life anymore. Maybe he’s afraid if he tells her about the good parts of his life on Lexicon, she’ll feel guilty for inadvertently taking him away from all that.
In regards to whether or not he knew Becky and her biological family before the crash, when I write I always assume she was just some random kid who snuck onboard, but as far as theories go, I believe he actually did know her and her family, or at least knew of them. My reasoning comes from part four of The Rise of Miss Power. There’s a statue in the ship that honestly just looks like an adult version of Becky. And we know she is significant in some way to Becky because of the amount of emphasis that was put on this statue. Combine this with the fact that Wordgirl’s major motivation in this scene was to get her mom out of jail (so the audience has mothers on the brain), from a writing perspective, I think they were really trying to let us know that this woman was Becky’s mom. How does this relate to Bob knowing her? Well, why would there be a statue of her if she wasn’t important? Not to mention a picture of this woman can be seen in the book Wordgirl reads in the same scene. Depending on why she was important, Huggy could have met her, and maybe her daughter prior to crashing into Earth, even if he didn’t necessarily know them very well. If nothing else, he probably knew who they were. He maybe didn’t even recognize Becky (depending on how much her mother allowed her to be in the spotlight with her) and potentially doesn’t know who her mother was, even if he actually knows her mother if that makes sense.
As far as Becky remembering her origin story, I firmly believe that Huggy told her and that she doesn’t remember a thing. She was very little, she clearly couldn’t even walk yet, so I doubt she could remember the details of this event. That and there were some things she said that, to me, sound like things Huggy would have told her as opposed to her remembering. Like when she said she “startled” him. That implies his reaction was somewhat mild, maybe a little jump, but he clearly freaked out and leaped out of his chair. This sounds more like something he said to her to sound a little braver. Also when she calls him the greatest pilot, that’s either something he said to her, bragging about his abilities, or it’s her bragging about him, like how children will go “My daddy’s a singer, he’s the best singer in the whole world!!” That being said, even if she doesn’t remember details, I’d be shocked if she didn’t have some vague subconscious memories of the ship crashing. I mean that’s gotta be pretty traumatic, especially for a young child.
While on this topic, I would also like to suggest the idea that if Huggy told her this origin story, we technically don’t know how much of it is real. I had a friend who doesn’t watch this show, but knows I love it, ask me “Why was she sent to Earth?” and that got me thinking, what if she was sent to Earth? For all we know she was sent to Earth intentionally and the story Huggy told her is complete crap, just a story he made up so she wouldn’t ask questions. Probably not, but it’s kinda fun to think about.
It would be very interesting to know how much different lexiconians are to humans. There may be some things we can guess on, using Becky as a reference. She has been in space various times without an oxygen helmet, so I have a headcanon that lexiconians’ lungs are significantly larger than humans’ so that they can keep in air longer. Becky being able to be in space without an oxygen mask also implies that Lexicon has less air to breathe on it than Earth, otherwise, there’s no way Lexiconians would have evolved in a way that would allow them to be in space. I think anyway. This is far from my area of expertise, so if anyone else has any thought on this or can correct mine, please do. 🙂
A WG question I have is: what exactly did huggy leave behind in order to take care of Becky? We know he was a pilot, and we know he has a brother who he misses very much, and that’s about it. Did he even know Becky’s family before she sneaked onto his spaceship? Or was it a random baby he’d never seen before? Oh also, Becky telling her origin story in “WG makes a mistake,” did huggy tell her what happened or does she remember somehow? Are there any more ways lexiconians differ from humans? Idk.
This will probably be long so brace yourself
I’m finding myself wondering more and more about what Huggy’s life was before Earth. I have tried to analyze other things we know about him in hopes of piecing together some new information, but I haven’t had much luck. There’s part of me that thinks we don’t know much about his old life because Becky doesn’t know much about it. Bob has probably told her some things, but I’d imagine that he doesn’t tell her much because she’s the reason he doesn’t have that old life anymore. Maybe he’s afraid if he tells her about the good parts of his life on Lexicon, she’ll feel guilty for inadvertently taking him away from all that.
In regards to whether or not he knew Becky and her biological family before the crash, when I write I always assume she was just some random kid who snuck onboard, but as far as theories go, I believe he actually did know her and her family, or at least knew of them. My reasoning comes from part four of The Rise of Miss Power. There’s a statue in the ship that honestly just looks like an adult version of Becky. And we know she is significant in some way to Becky because of the amount of emphasis that was put on this statue. Combine this with the fact that Wordgirl’s major motivation in this scene was to get her mom out of jail (so the audience has mothers on the brain), from a writing perspective, I think they were really trying to let us know that this woman was Becky’s mom. How does this relate to Bob knowing her? Well, why would there be a statue of her if she wasn’t important? Not to mention a picture of this woman can be seen in the book Wordgirl reads in the same scene. Depending on why she was important, Huggy could have met her, and maybe her daughter prior to crashing into Earth, even if he didn’t necessarily know them very well. If nothing else, he probably knew who they were. He maybe didn’t even recognize Becky (depending on how much her mother allowed her to be in the spotlight with her) and potentially doesn’t know who her mother was, even if he actually knows her mother if that makes sense.
As far as Becky remembering her origin story, I firmly believe that Huggy told her and that she doesn’t remember a thing. She was very little, she clearly couldn’t even walk yet, so I doubt she could remember the details of this event. That and there were some things she said that, to me, sound like things Huggy would have told her as opposed to her remembering. Like when she said she “startled” him. That implies his reaction was somewhat mild, maybe a little jump, but he clearly freaked out and leaped out of his chair. This sounds more like something he said to her to sound a little braver. Also when she calls him the greatest pilot, that’s either something he said to her, bragging about his abilities, or it’s her bragging about him, like how children will go “My daddy’s a singer, he’s the best singer in the whole world!!” That being said, even if she doesn’t remember details, I’d be shocked if she didn’t have some vague subconscious memories of the ship crashing. I mean that’s gotta be pretty traumatic, especially for a young child.
While on this topic, I would also like to suggest the idea that if Huggy told her this origin story, we technically don’t know how much of it is real. I had a friend who doesn’t watch this show, but knows I love it, ask me “Why was she sent to Earth?” and that got me thinking, what if she was sent to Earth? For all we know she was sent to Earth intentionally and the story Huggy told her is complete crap, just a story he made up so she wouldn’t ask questions. Probably not, but it’s kinda fun to think about.
It would be very interesting to know how much different lexiconians are to humans. There may be some things we can guess on, using Becky as a reference. She has been in space various times without an oxygen helmet, so I have a headcanon that lexiconians’ lungs are significantly larger than humans’ so that they can keep in air longer. Becky being able to be in space without an oxygen mask also implies that Lexicon has less air to breathe on it than Earth, otherwise, there’s no way Lexiconians would have evolved in a way that would allow them to be in space. I think anyway. This is far from my area of expertise, so if anyone else has any thought on this or can correct mine, please do. 🙂
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