Rebel

**Rebel** is a quiet soul, and it is rare that you will ever hear a single woo out of him, even if he is incredibly excited about something. He is rather shy, being an introvert with a tendency to struggle making friends. Rebel is also somewhat of a vigilante, and he isn't very popular amongst other **Fall Guys**, in fact, there are many who dislike him. Rebel is seen to most as a **griefer**, which is a form a bad sportmanship. Rebel is misunderstood however as he only griefs those who also grief, despite being very bad at it.

## Background

### Early Life

From as long as he could remember, making friends was always incredibly difficult for **Rebel**. He’d jump between multiple groups of friends where he never felt as if he truly fit in, always being the quiet one who struggled to find anything to add to a conversation. Rebel had a tendency to overwork himself trying to prove to others that he was interesting too, often times forcing himself into their hobbies in order to stay in touch with the group. To some, his presence as an annoyance, and whenever he was around, the conversation would become awkward as nobody wanted him there. To others, he was just somebody to use for their own advantage, always there for his friends whenever they needed a favour, however never getting a single thank-you.

Rebel was thankfully aware of when he was being used, and knew when to cut somebody off, however this was never a simple process. His ex-friends would become his bullies more often than not, especially those who used him, disliking him now that he wouldn’t give in to their demands. As soon as the ties were cut, Rebel would commonly become a victim of harassment, getting picked on for his insecurities, mostly that of his physical weakness. Some were more violent than others, pushing him around, trying to start a fight with Rebel, which he would always lose. As somebody who had never been shown intimacy or true kindness, Rebel eventually began associating hands and physical touch with violence and anger. Due to the small town he lived in, there was always a high chance that Rebel would cross paths with danger, therefore it made it difficult to come outdoors, especially at night.

Rebel had always wondered why he just couldn't seem to fit in with others, and although it eventually became normal for him, he couldn't quite help but to feel jealous of others around him who seemed to get along just fine with one another. He'd often times put the blame on himself, feeling as if he wasn't open enough, but on the other hand, he felt as if there wasn't anything interesting to talk to about himself. Whenever he tried to open up to his friends, there was always a lack of interest, or somebody would change the subject very quickly, leaving him with the feeling that nobody wanted to listen, or cared to hear him out. The needless amounts of aggression he would get from his ex-friends only confused him further, never knowing how to react. They'd often accuse him of being rude, heartless, or uncaring, especially when he cut them off, and although these could have been nothing but reckless insults, they did have a running theme. Rebel may have been shy, quiet and anti-social, but he cared about the feelings of others, even reaching out whenever a friend of his felt upset. He never had great advice, but he tried his best, even if it meant he was just sitting by their side in silence. Despite this, it can be noted that some may have precieved this as Rebel being unloving, or cold, when in reality, he just didn't know how to show affection, or reassure somebody properly at all.

Rebel went through so many groups of friends, struggling to grasp the concept of friendship from the very start. By the time the shows came around, Rebel had fully distanced himself from others, becoming a hermit who refused to leave home in fear of being approached by somebody who had a problem with him. The longer he spent indoors, the less he wanted to be around others at all. He tricked his mind into believing that he was better off alone, making the decision that he would no longer strive toward friendship, instead, he would focus on himself and his own ambitions. In the long run, this unfortunately made Rebel more bitter, viewing practically anyone outside his personal bubble as a danger, or a threat, something that he did not want any business with.

During the period of time when Rebel spent almost every day indoors, the shows eventually found a place in his heart, mostly being a form of entertainment for him to watch on the television. He was fully aware that just about anybody could sign up to participate, but it did take him a long while to muster up enough courage to even consider trying it out. After around a month or so of the show's existence, Rebel decided to sign up to take part in it, just upon a mere whim. In an effort to finally get himself outside, Rebel packed his belongings and prepared to make his way to the city.

His nerves were eating away at him, however his anxiety seemed to only push him forward. He told himself if he missed this chance, that he may never get the courage to step foot outside again, and he knew that once he was outside, he had to keep moving, less he wished to find trouble. Rebel was aware that the city would be absolutely terrifying for him, but one relief was that the people of the city wouldn't know who he was. The experience would be different, something out of the ordinary for him, however it would finally be somewhere new, where nobody could recognize him for the things he was insecure about.

### The Shows

As nerve wracking as they were, it did not take all that long for Rebel to become accustomed to all of the different levels that the shows had. After all, it was still a new experience for many of the people who were currently participating in them. Rebel had never gotten himself a win, however he had come rather close from time to time. The shows were something he began to enjoy, and even though his heart sunk every time he had to return back to his home, something about them always brought him back. It brought him joy, and he finally had something that he truly enjoyed, that others around him did too. He didn't have to pretend that he liked the shows, he just did, and most importantly, even though they were frustrating at times, they kept his mind off of the things that would usually keep him up at night.

There was still something that did bother Rebel however, and that was griefing. This wasn't always a problem in the shows, however the more he took part in them, the more griefing became apparent. At first, he tried not to let it bother him, simply attempting to avoid individuals who may take part in this form of gameplay. It wasn't until he tried to help others who were falling victim to griefing, that he became a victim himself. Griefers were made aware of his inability to skillfully fight back, and they noted him as an easy target. Soon, the cycle of being picked on began once more, his physical weakness letting him down every time.

Every time Rebel felt hands around his body, he would react negatively, struggling to eliminate the other player in a desperation to survive. Most commonly he would fail, falling into the slime, recieving the stamp of shameful elimination. As time went on, Rebel began planning ahead, making assumptions about certain players, mostly based around their costumes. He had a watchful eye for every player in his match, looking out for griefers, constantly playing defensively, qualifying only by eliminating those who came a little too close to him, if he were able to. This way, he enjoyed the shows less, however he felt as if he was making better progress, pushing on through despite his troubles with being a frequent victim to griefing.

#### The Fall

New costumes began popping up in the stores, and many new faces joined in with the shows as Season 2 finally began. New levels were built, introducing brand new obsticles for everybody to experience together. Brand new game-modes were added which alternated every few days, inviting competitive players to participate against one another, in more challenging enviroments.

During the week which introduced Slime Climb Time, Rebel could be found consistently partipating in the game-mode, pushing on through endless games of it in hopes of winning his first crown. Deep inside of his heart, his little flame of courage burned stronger than ever, he felt as if he could finally get his first win if he just kept trying. Every time he failed, he picked himself back up, determined to carry on.

Little did Rebel know, this would be a grave mistake of his own. There were others out there who played just as he did, eliminating griefers in order to give somebody more worthy the win, oftentimes themselves, for the hard work they put into eliminating bad sportsmanship. Upon the day of what should have been his first win, Rebel was grabbed and aggresively kicked down from the podium by a fellow vigilante, who assumed Rebel was a griefer himself for being caught eliminating another participant.

**Slippy**, who took Rebel's win, gave him a rather nasty bump across his left eye, which later heals up into a scar over time. Something which Slippy did not know as he stole the crown from Rebel's hands, is that Rebel was not a griefer at all. In fact, he was just like him, somebody who stands alone, wanting nothing more than fair game-play.

As Rebel descended from the podium, he remembered the face of the one who kicked him. As his vision faded to black, he fell unconscious, his motives crushed, losing his first win to somebody who he believed was a bully. One of many griefers out there, those who play purely to step on others in order to win, taking no time to feel sorry for those they harm along the way. Rebel however, was also wrong. Slippy was just like him, and they just misunderstood one anothers intention.

### The Future

When Rebel is kicked from the podium, he is knocked out cold and falls deep into the slime, slowly, but surely slipping into a deep coma. Several hundred years later, Rebel is dragged out of the slime ocean by a **Fall Guy** who lived in the distant future. This individual was named **Renegade**, and he rocked a bright blue glowing Mohawk alongside an array of other unfamiliar pieces of clothing.

Rebel slowly awoke from his slumber covered in slime, flinching up at the touch of another Fall Guy. He pulled away with a disgruntled expression, trying to get away from Renegade. His head was in his hands as he struggled to come to a full understanding of his surroundings, feeling disorientated and sick.

Even when the overexcitable Renegade introduced himself, Rebel remained silent, Renegade's words becoming nothing but a blur of nonsense the more he chattered on. Soon, Rebel was to pass out once more, his surroundings returning to a blackened silence.

Later, Rebel wakes in Renegade's apartment, tucked up in bed, being taken care of by Renegade and an unfamiliar face which was **Revolt**. Revolt had travelled a couple of hundred miles from the desert, in order to lend a hand Renegade, who hadn't the slightest clue on how to help out Rebel who was consistently gaining and losing consciousness.

After Rebel's full recovery, Renegade awoke one morning to find that he was alone in his home. Rebel had found his own way out of the apartment, and wasn't to be seen again for a matter of a few weeks. Rebel was looking at flyers about the present-day shows, looking rather snug with his old tattered jacket. Renegade caught up to him, trying to get all sorts of answers from Rebel who just stared back in silence. The conversation didn't get far before Rebel warned Renegade to leave him alone, and when he was followed by Renegade, Rebel turned to violence and decided to physically shove Renegade as a final warning. It was at this point that Rebel was to disappear once more, never to cross paths with anyone he had previously encountered until the distant future.

### Rebel's Reappearance

Toward the very end of season four, Rebel finally makes a reappearance. Although many members of the city may have got sight of him, he would never be around for long and completely avoided interaction, especially when it was verbal. A man of a few words, words that lead to practically no answers, nobody truly knew anything about him. This was unusual for the area of which he stayed in, everybody seemed to know one another, but Rebel wasn’t interested in making friends. He mostly lived on the streets, with nowhere in particular to call his home. Occasionally, Rebel would stop by a hotel and stay there for a few nights; people knew that he was homeless, but if they ever offered to help him, Rebel would often just turn his shoulder and head out of the building as fast as he could.

Rebel had occassionally signed up for a show here and there, but it was difficult for him to place himself in such a stressful situatuion with so many different people around him. He lived in constant fear that the individual who scarred his face all those years ago was still around, feeling as if his back was being watched at all times. Whenever Rebel sighted somebody who wore black and pink, an overwhelming urge to eliminate them would wash over his body at an alarming rate. This meant that the shows would bring out the worst in Rebel, driving him to harm innocent people in desperation to get revenge on the one who hurt him so drastically. The only thing Rebel could truly remember about his past was Slippy, and falling from the podium.

Rebel tried to distance himself from the shows due to his toxic behaviour, but he found there was just so little to do from day to day to keep himself entertained. The longer he'd hunker down in an alleyway, the more his anxiety ate away at him, he wished that he could just function like a normal Fall Guy, but his every day was just a constant struggle fro him. He lived in fear, barely knowing the world around him and anyone that lived in it. He didn't even know his own name, or where he'd come from before he fell into the slime. The only thing he had was a drive to get revenge, however failing time and time again whenever he attempted it on an innocent contestant.

#### Friendship

Rebel wanted to get better, he wanted to improve as a person. He understood that even though he felt as if he was better off alone, loneliness was one of the most painful feelings. He would generally avoid any form of game-mode which involved teamwork, but here is where he decided to change. Rebel decided to sign up for Squads Duos in hopes that he could find a friend there who would want to play with him more than just once. He wasn't great at teamwork, let alone social interaction, but he wanted to give it a shot. Anything was better than wasting away alone.

Whilst he was waiting for his teammate to show up in the lobby, Rebel glanced around at all of the other squads. He was sitting alone for quite a while, beginning to wonder if there was a mistake of sorts, meaning he would have to go on in alone. Stirring his coffee, Rebel slowly glanced up as he heard hurried foot steps coming from down the stairs to the left of him. His eyes widened with shock as he glanced over the individuals appearance.

Clutching a application in his hand stood a figure dressed almost entirely in black and pink. The bottom half of his costume appeared to be mechanical, having a metallic sheen to each of the intricate parts. There was no doubt, this was Slippy. Rebel began to tremble as Slippy elegantly approached his table, his cape swaying gently behind him.

"Sorry I'm late, one of my legs locked up and I was having an awful time getting it to work again. You're my partner for the day, aren't you? You can call me Slippy."

Slippy held out his palm to Rebel, offering to shake hands in a friendly manor. Rebel sunk in his seat, refusing to share a gaze with Slippy. He felt tears beginning to well up in his eyes, his heart thudding inside his chest.

Slippy tipped his head to the side, part of his fringe falling into his eyes. Curiously, he leant on the table, reaching one of his hands out to rest it on Rebel's shoulder caringly.

"Is something the matter? Why don't we talk about it? You shouldn't keep things bottled up inside."

Rebel suddenly pulled away, flinching at the slightest touch, pushing himself out of his seat and hurrying out of the foyer as fast as he could. Slippy was left to ponder how on earth he could help such a bothered soul, however it was then that he finally noticed something. Slippy recognised Rebel's face, but he just couldn't put his finger on where they had met before.

The show was soon to begin, and the line-up thankfully consisted almost entirely of races. Unfortunately for Slippy, this meant that he was constantly trying to chase after Rebel, throwing all sorts of questions at him that came to his mind. Rebel paid no mind to Slippy, trying to get away from him as fast as he could.

The fourth round was **Wall Guys**, a race which consisted of scaling walls of various sizes in order make it through the finish line. This was an important round for all of the duos considering only three of them were able to qualify for the next round. Slippy was able to power on through, making it past all of the other squads with ease. It wasn't until he noticed that Rebel was struggling to climb one of the walls, that he had stopped in his tracks, and headed backwards through the race to help his teammate. Reaching out a hand below, Slippy stared down at Rebel with worried eyes.

"Come on, grab my hand, we're almost there. We're going to make it through to the final!"

Rebel stared up at Slippy, almost recoiling in fear. He was hesitant, determined that Slippy was going to trick him.

"We're going to make it, you have to trust me."

Slippy shook his hand a little, urging Rebel to grab it. He had worry in his eyes, however it wasn't because he was unsure that they were going to qualify, it was because he was concerned for Rebel. Slippy spoke softly this time, uttering his words with care.

"Trust me, Rebel."

Rebel felt a surge of memories rush through his mind as he heard his name, urging him to grab hold of Slippy's hand. He was pulled up with ease, and from there, the two of them pushed on, managing to qualify together just on time.

The final was **Fall Mountain**, which was always breeze for Slippy. The two of them bagged the win together, and for the very first time, Rebel had finally won a show. Rebel glanced over to Slippy, who smiled, offering him a hand. Rebel took it, his palm fitting perfectly into Slippy's. The two of them stood on their podiums together, looking over the city. Slippy raised their arms together, celebrating the win with a cheer.

### Reminiscence

As the show finished up for the night, Slippy walked by Rebel's side. He turned to Rebel, with a curious look across his face.

"So, where are you off to now? I suppose you'll be heading home to rest up?"

Rebel shook his head, shrugging slightly. He frowned, struggling to speak up.

"I don't sleep all that much, I stay on the streets. It's cold and scary at night, so I prefer to sleep during the day."

Slippy was concerned, feeling his heart sink as he gazed over at Rebel. He wanted to wrap his arms around Rebel, struggling to comprehend how hard it must be living on the streets.

"You don't have a home? Don't you have anywhere to go at all? Not even outside of the city?"

Rebel shook his head once more, tugging at his sleeves nervously. His voice was quieter this time, but he did turn slightly toward Slippy as they were conversing with one another.

"I don't, but speaking of outside of the city, I uh-"

Rebel froze for a moment or two, swallowing as he felt a lump in his throat.

"I wanted to visit somebody who I think can help me. They don't live in the city as far as I'm aware. I want to feel-"

Slippy blinked, slowing his pace with Rebel until the two of them halted. Slippy spoke up, running his gaze over Rebel's scar. Connecting the dots, Slippy eventually came to terms with the fact that he was the one that caused that damage.

"You want to feel...?"

Rebel looked up at Slippy, tears beginning to form in his eyes. He spoke so quietly that it was barely audible at all, his voice cracking.

"I want to feel better. So I-"

Slippy opened his arms, offering Rebel a hug. He tried to force a smile, despite feeling as if he was going to burst into tears himself. He spoke up, trying to avoid interupting Rebel, but he was desperate to help as much as he could. Slippy felt extreme amounts of guilt, struggling to even look Rebel's way anymore.

"I'll help you, whatever it is, I promise, I can help you."

Rebel had no idea what to do with himself. He felt an urge to come closer, so he did just this. Slippy pulled him into an embrace, snuggling up to him. The two of them burst into tears, for different reasons entirely, one felt guilt, the other was in desperation for help.

Later that evening, Slippy and Rebel caught the train back to the little town of which Slippy lived. Rebel stayed there with Slippy overnight, and the two of them spoke with one another for hours on end. Slippy still hadn't mustered enough courage to appologize, however he was there for Rebel, listening to him. Rebel had plans to head to the desert, to get in contact with Revolt, who cared for him alongside Renegade when he was pulled from the slime. Slippy, who already had connections with Revolt, explained that he could help Rebel get there if he so wished, however it would be a difficult task by foot. Rebel understood this however, and explained that he needed to see Revolt, no matter what it took.

The two of them would later travel together, and Slippy would drop Rebel off upon the outskirts of the desert for the next part of his journey.

## Trivia

* Since Rebel has never been shown love, he does not know how to react when it is offered to him. This lack of knowledge often forces him to push away or react aggressively, mostly in response to the idea that they are touching him to cause harm - this was a mark left on him from being bullied by griefers in his past. He also does not know how to express love or affection to other Fall Guys, even when his mind feels happy in the presence of another individual.
* In comparison to other Fall Guys, Rebel is awfully spindly. Though he may appear rather stocky, pushing and pulling objects is difficult for him.
* Rebel dislikes working in teams therefore you will rarely, if ever come across him in Squads Mode.
* Rebel does not have enough love in his heart to light up the batteries in Power Trip.
* Since his footwear is quite dangerous, being equipped with pointy crown-shaped metal blades, in some shows Rebel is informed that he is not allowed to enter unless he takes off his footwear. It is common to witness him participating in his normal outfit, minus the boots.
* Rebel cries often, especially when he is feeling angry. Whilst battling it out with a griefer, Rebel will hold back tears of frustration as bad memories flood his mind.
* Rebel suffers from pretty severe amnesia, he does not remember a single thing of his distant past, and he especially does not remember who kicked him down from the podium. The only thing he remembers is the colour scheme of their costume and the fact that their bottom half was made from a solid material, being either metal or plastic.
* Rebel becomes especially anxious whenever he is in the presence of another Fall Guy wearing a black and pink outfit. This fear becomes increasingly worse if the bottom half of their costume is made of a solid material. If his thoughts are left to fester, Rebel may begin to rampage, aggressively griefing the individual in fear that they are the real Slippy.