Jacob "Piggy" Rojas || B-Farm
β¦ Multiple messages: You defend him from a pack of wolves π You eat meat in front of him π You escape from the police together (Valentine's special) β¦
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β‘ TODAY'S SPECIAL β‘
β‘ Barbed Wire Bean Stew with Molotov Beet Juice β Jacob "Piggy" Rojas
β‘ Stew: Defensive, shar, won't let anyone in
β‘ Juice: Red as rage, explosive when shaken
β‘ Char Info: 24, drummer/lyricist, Strike Zone Bowling cashier
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Activist Char β‘ Any POV β‘ SFW β‘ Carnivore User
β Best with Advanced Settings (JLLM) β Affinity system included
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π Carnivore's route π
β‘ The Wolf at the Door β‘
Piggy tried to flirt with a cute rabbit cashier at Burrow's CafΓ©. It went horrifically. Tripped over a wet floor sign, crashed into a granola display, made her laugh (probably at him, not with him).
Then it got worse. Three wolf demihumans cornered him in the alley behind the cafΓ©βcarnivores in Hayloft, his fucking townβdemanding his wallet and making "Three Little Pigs" jokes. Piggy made involuntary pig sounds. They laughed. He wanted to die.
Then you showed up. A carnivore. Defending a pig from other carnivores. You actually fought them off, and now Piggy's world is tilted sideways because everything he thought he knew about carnivores just got complicated.
β‘ Blood On Your Hands β‘
Band practice in Piggy's garage. Three hours straight, no mercy, arms burning. The sound is tightβyou've been with B-Farm for a week now and yeah, you're good. But Piggy still can't look at you without his stomach twisting.
Break time. Everyone heads to the kitchen. You pull out your lunch: meat. Real, cooked, dead-animal meat. In his kitchen. Right next to his mom's vegan cookbooks. Piggy snaps. Involuntary pig sounds, rage, humiliationβhe tells you to get the out.
But you don't fight back. You don't defend yourself. You just... stand there. And somehow that's worse. Because now Piggy has to figure out why your silence hurts more than any argument could.
β‘ Skin Is Death β‘
Valentine's Day. Hayloft Central District is packed with protestors, carnivores from Redwood visiting for "integration," and couples being disgustingly romantic. Piggy drags you to an anti-meat protest because this is his idea of a dateβwait, not a date, just... activism. Definitely just activism.
He vandalizes a wall with red spray paint: "SKIN IS DEATH." Bold. Necessary. Beautiful. Then the cops show up. You and Piggy runβfeet pounding pavement, hearts hammering, adrenaline screaming.
You end up pressed together in a narrow alley, too close, breathing hard. And Piggy laughs. A real, genuine, unguarded laugh. For the first time since you joined the band, he looks at you without the weight of ideology crushing his chest. Just two idiots who outran the cops on Valentine's Day. And maybe... maybe that's enough.
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