Your OC is stuck on an island with the above OC.

The last thing he remembered was running away from Red lobster, making it to the beach, and swimming as fast as he could away from the horrifying restaurant. Liam sat up and rubbed his eyes. Where was he? It sure looked different from all the places that his fellow crab friend introduced him to. He got up and started walking around. Now that he thought about it, this whole situation seemed like a lot of fun! This was his first little adventure after all, so he knew that he was going to have a great time. He ran around joyfully but tripped and fell over an unknown object. "Ouch!" He yelped as he landed on the sand. The lobster boy rubbed the side of his head and looked over at something or someone that he ran into. He blinked wide-eyed as he saw a little girl who appeared somewhat fragile in his eyes. "Wow, I'm sorry! Are you okay?" He held out a hand to help her up. "I thought you were a rock for a second there, but I guess not!" He took a moment to observe Alexandra. "What are you doing here? Did you swim all the way over here by yourself?" A pause. Then sparkles could be seen in his eyes. "Hold on a second, is this your house? It must be! Wow, your house is awesome. I've never seen a paradise like this before!" Anyone would say that the little island is the last place they would ever want to be stranded on, but clearly Liam thought the opposite. This was going to be a long day for the little girl.

It was getting hot. Really hot, and since Liam already did all exploring he wanted, the only thing left for him to do was sit out here alone, staring at the seagulls going about their own business. He stared at them in boredom until something pink and blurry crashed into him! Liam was soon met face to face with Dudley, and couldn't help but smile while shouting his name. Boy, was he glad to see him! He happily complied as he felt tentacles wrapping around him but froze when the crab mentioned that they might be able to go back to Red Lobster. It was then that it hit him; the real reason why he ran away to the island in the first place. "W-WAIT, DO WE REALLY HAVE TO GO BACK?? ON A SECOND THOUGHT, LET'S JUST STAY H-" Unfortunately for the lobster, he was cut off as Dudley quickly made his way back to the restaurant.

The lobster was all alone on the lonely island. It seemed like nobody would come to his aid as the harsh sun shined down at him. The only company he had were the seagulls flying overhead, cawing amongst themselves.
... Except for a pink one that was headed straight Liam's way-!
The seagull crashed spectacularly against him, but by the time he could recover it wouldn't be a bird on him but Dudley!
"There you are, I was looking everywhere!" huffed the crab. He got up and dusted the sand off his pants before looking around. "Where is this place?? I haven't seen this part of the city. It sure was a far away place, though!" He closed his eyes and pressed a fist to his mouth, lost in thought, until he snapped his fingers and brightened up. "I know! We're in downtown! Wow, I didn't know you knew how to get here! I've never been here myself! I wonder where the rest of the humans are." He looked around before looking back at Liam. "Either way, we gotta head back to the beach before Eric finds out we're gone! You must be really tired, so don't worry, I'll carry you back!" Just as he finished talking, Dudley began to morph into a large, pink octopus, few tentacles wrapping around Liam.
"And if we get back fast enough, we can go back to Red Lobster!" the octopus practically sang as he dragged the poor lobster back into the water.

Waking up in the strange place, his stomach grumbles. It was the perfect place to find fish, yet there was an empty food box which had been previously eaten out of. And then he saw him. The crab. 

RUN.

The demon was looking into the sea, her hands crossed over her chest and her black wing wagging nervously. She tried her best to not to snap at her companion in misfortune; a strange bug(?) like creature which indescribably annoyed her just by being somewhere near. Well, Furfur knew he was some sort of an alien or whatever, she didn't give a damn actually, all she wanted to do at them moment was seeing her 'bestie' Flauros dying in the most gruesome ways exactly 665 times, as Furfur believed she was responsible that awful accident. Anyway, wasn't that Contral guy supossed to think of a way to get them both out of there? What the hell was taking him so long? The demon lady chuckled nervously, took a deep breath calming herself down, put on her best smile and turned to Contral. "Fufufu~ Aren't this situation a complete disaster~?" She exclaimed dramatically throwing up her hands. "But, oh, I dare say this problem is a mere child's play for someone as intelligent as you, am i right Mr. Contral~?" She pointed one of her hands at the alien. "Ah yes~! Your love for science will surely help us escape this sand domain~! I beg you Mr. Contral darling, don't let your answer disappoint me~ ❤"

Grand pops always made it clear that talking to strangers is a no go.  Talking to strangers that give off weird vibes and have horns would also probably be a no go in his book. However, it's not like Jillian had much of a choice. When you're stranded on an island, you take what you can get. "Well, I guess we should get intros out the way, huh?" She asked, extending her hand towards the demon. "I'm Jillian Murphy, I hope you don't mind givin' me a hand!" She says, chuckling loudly at her own joke. Yep, she was missing an arm, and the situation seemed hopeless, but she still had a smile on her face. "This reminds me of a book I read in Highschool. Lord of the Flies, or something? I don't remember how it ends, but it seemed like a fairly good adventure. Man. I'll go search for something edible, and you can start walking around, lookin' for anything helpful. Once we're all stock piled, we'll start a fire, and chill out!" She pumps her fist, full of excitement. "Hope you don't think me weird, but I've always wanted an adventure like this. So, let's try to work together, alright missy? By the way, I like your wings." A compliment, that'll butter her up.

Suniko certainly knew she herself wasn't a very kind of nice looking girl, and despite just wanting to walk away and never see this girl who looked too happy for her own good, she stayed firmly where she was and allowed her eyes to meet Jillian's. "Hello... My name is Suniko.. Ito. This is.. a somewhat strange situation, but I hope we can.. figure it out." She spoke slowly, as if trying to make sure she wasn't coming off as rude as she has been often told by others. This girl reminded her a lot of her bodyguard so hopefully that meant it would be less awkward for her to talk eventually. Instead of speaking anything else, she turned her back and started walking into the trees of the island. Her instant thought would that she would be followed, but had to remind herself this was not her bodyguard, and some girl she met, so she turned around to make sure she was following, beckoning her with a hand to show that they would do better off if they stuck together on the island. She felt this would be an awkward time, and turned her back on her again to try and ignore the atmosphere.

Elias' eye widened slightly, though the act was a little difficult to tell underneath the large x adorning it. He was just out here on an island as a little...trip? He supposed he could call it that but-....Where had this poor woman come from? She seemed lost- Well of course she was! He scorned his thoughts with a palm to his head, sighing inwardly. This was a deserted, lonely little island, any person or creature found here surely ended up here by mistake.

The ghost smoothed out his suit, then his hair, for good measure of course. Looking presentable is...important! Very important. No, he was not nervously stalling for time before approaching the lost person, not at all. Elias approached the woman carefully, greeting her as kindly as he could in an attempt to not frighten her.

"Are....Are you lost?" he uttered, feeling stupid when the answer was a clear and obvious yes.

"...I'm sorry to hear that." Stupid....what a stupid response, quick follow it up with something less stupid-

"But! I can help you, I promise. I know how to catch fish and--- how to find shade. We can work together," Elias smiled softly, "I'm....already dead, so all of the resources can be used for you! It'll....be less costly, right?"

He cringed inwardly, how awkward.

“Are you a ghost?”

Tazzi‘s lip curled and tilted her head to one side. “Stuck on this bloody island with a ghost. Fantastic!” With a snarl of frustration, she kicked the side of her ship. Stupid hyperdrive short-circuited and now it wouldnt start. She was stranded. 

”Hey.” Her voice was slightly softer now, arms crossed over her chest. Maybe it was a bit mean of her to get snappy like that. Hopefully he wasn't the sensitive type. “I can get us out of here, if you want.” Oh, what kind of a statement was that? Of course he would want to leave. “It might take a while for Levi to reach us though, so...” She lifted her shoulders into a shrug. “Get comfy.” Reaching to her belt, she pressed her comlink, signaling for her vulture droid to fly to her coordinates.

”Or, in the meantime...wanna help me repair my ship? I don’t know if you can actually pick things up, being a ghost and all, but I could use some company. And besides, I can take you wherever you need to go after we‘re found,” she said, before turning back to her ship, mumbling under her breath. Time to start repairs.

"Ah, this is a rather unfortunate incident we've happened upon, isn't it?" Allegro dreamily sighed as he stared at the water, a lazy smile on his face. He seemed very calm despite the fact that he was stranded. And with an alien, no doubt. He slowly turned to look at Tazzi. Was alien the correct term? She certainly wasn't human like he was, and what he found more interesting was her heartbeat. He could hear it so steady and calm, not because she felt that way but because she had excellent control of her emotions. There was an underlying tone he could hear, though, a power he could sense.
"I'm not sure what you are, honestly," Allegro concluded. "But since we're here, I'd love to learn all about you. Perhaps I can find a way to make some tea while we wait for help to arrive?" he offered with a warm smile.

Jekyll stared at Ellie while she collected wood for a fire. He let out a happy squeak as he chased after her, but soon became distracted by a large shell nestled in the soft sand. He tried to tug it out but fell backwards due to its weight and size. Huffing, he tried again, to no avail. Jekyll sat back and glared at the shell, chirping angrily at it. He turned away and began digging through the sand. He'd find a better shell!

As the day came to a close, Jekyll found himself surrounded by a small pile of shells. He purred and shot a smug look over to the large shell he had failed to obtain earlier. Suddenly a gust of wind knocked him off his feet, and he realized that he needed warmth and shelter.

yummy necromancy

Wearing all black in a place like this might not be the best idea. His eyes narrowed, arms slumped at his side, Noel sat bending forward, feeling more toasty than what was acceptable. He hadn't noticed the jolleraptor at first, but all it took was a little squeak to make him turn his head, fearful that an animal had found him. He supposed he wasn't wrong. Such an alien creature was Jekyll that Noel couldn't help but shift away, quickly getting to his feet. The creature might be little, but he could still be dangerous.

Noel squinted down at Jekyll, not helped much by the fact the sand blew into his eyes. He was almost always unhappy, but right now, he seemed especially so.

He spoke in a raspy voice to the jolleraptor. "Do you know where we are?" There was a pause. And he really hoped this thing wasn't sapient. It was so cute, but... "Gods, you look delicious right now..."

What did your mother tell you about eating small, brightly-colored animals?

Apparently, ever since... That day, Fitzgerald's life had been on a bit of a downhill slope. First he had to leave his mansion and go to somewhere unfamiliar (which was both a blessing and a curse). Then his private jet ended up crashing on some island in the middle of nowhere. All because the young man absolutely insisted that despite his utter lack of a licence or any aviation experience, he could pilot a plane by himself. Despite the plume of smoke arising from the plane's wreckage, he still believed he was capable like the dumb little shit that he was; instead, he placed the blame on the clouds getting in the way. As well as some weird trick of the eyes. You know, anything but his sheer incompetence. His ego had already been damaged when he had to leave home, damn it; another blow would've been mortifying to his well-being.

Despite his situation, the youth did believe that he could spend a decent time on this place, lack of access to luxuries asides. This was solely because he thought he was absolutely alone and thus had nobody to humiliate himself in front of. Goodness knows how much of a wreck he'd be if his lack of survival skills was more than a private, one-party show. That was the one pro that kept him going, that made this stay on the island even remotely tolerable. Islands, he reckoned, were only a worthy venture when he was in control of the situation. And that was excluding the fact that they reminded him of home...

Fitzgerald looked over his shoulder and was soon reminded of the fact that he wasn't alone. At all. Rather, he was stuck with an unhappy older man who seemed to do little except mope all day. Which... Fitzgerald would definitely do, to be perfectly honest. However, nobody ever said he wasn't a hypocrite, so the younger individual just stood there giving the other party a pout.

"How pleasant it is for me to see you again, after you almost crush me to death on the mainland," he stated dryly with crossed arms before taking a step towards him, "Except this time around, even killing me for food won't yield that much meat. On the other hand..." Fitzgerald chuckled as a sneer - more desperate and forced than usual - made its way onto his face. "But you're no cannibal, are you? I doubt you'd sink that low..." His voice trailed off once he was reminded of the sheer difference in their physiques. One wrong word, and he'd probably be smited. It wouldn't stop Fitzgerald from being a bitch, of course, but it did force him to utter, "I was joking when I implied I'd kill you for meat. I'm not that much of an ass... So hopefully that's mutual?"

He sighed and rubbed his brow before grumbling, "You probably have much more experience than me when it comes to these types of environments, if I'm going to be brutally honest. Mind if you do some surveying? I can come along, but anything requiring a weapon or heavy lifting is strictly off-limits." Was he scrambling for a reason to be spoiled just like on the mainland? Definitely. Fitzgerald, after all, had no idea how long he was going to be on this island; he might as well make this time worth something to him.

follow-up post to the post below... :3c

A wave swept over him, and shrieking, Rose stumbled away from the beach, swearing loudly. His clothes were ruined. Where were his shoes? He didn't remember anything about getting here. Anyway, where was he?

It was dark. He shivered and limped to a patch of shade underneath a palm tree and tried to remember what had happened. His teeth began to chatter with the cold, and he drew his sodden fur coat tighter around himself. He had been on a yacht last night, hadn't he? For a party? Wracking his brains, he dimly remembered drinking cocktails one after another as his friends cheered him on. Had someone pushed him off? Had he fallen?

Where the hell was he?

Rose leapt up, a sudden, horrible thought coming to him. They couldn't really have.... left him behind, had they? 

"No." he told himself, clutching at his coat. "No, this is all just a - just a stupid prank. They couldn't have left me. They wouldn't have forgotten me."

Maybe they were watching him right this very moment. Rose straightened up, trying his hardest not to shiver. He'd go and find them, and once they got back home, he'd organize a week-long party. A party so opulent, so magnificent, that they'd feel sheepish and inferior and definitely sorry for what they had done to him. He'd get the best designers for his outfits, and the best food and drinks in the galaxy. And he'd invite them over, and be nice to them, because he was nice, and gracious, and wonderful, and they'd all feel sorry. And- and-

His leg snagged on a root, and Rose face-planted the ground with a little scream. No, he'd humiliate them! He'd crush them! He'd snub them and they'd crawl back to their home planets to die of shame in their ugly, tasteless dirt hovels! Those bastards! This was a horrible place. They were horrible for leaving him here! They were probably laughing at him right now!

Rose's lip began to quiver. Suppressing a sob, he pulled himself back on his feet, his knees weak with exhaustion, his eyes blurring with tears. Wiping them away left a trail of mud and grit across his cheek, but he didn't care anymore. He was going to find a way back home, no matter what!

A sudden chill ran down his spine. He'd wandered into a forest and tripped over a root. But it hadn't been a root. Heart racing, Rose turned his gaze to the giant beast camouflaged in the trees.

Time stood still. It bent its head down, and Rose felt the warm breaths of the beast ruffle his sodden hair as it snuffled around him curiously, soft brown eyes blinking. He was close enough to smell its strange, musty, reptile smell. It didn't seem to register that he was shaking like a leaf and instead stared soulfully at him, a strange rattle coming from the back of its throat. 

Was it going to eat him? Rose's eyes widened, and he pressed his lips together in a tight line, not daring to make a sound. Well, it'd serve his friends right. a small voice whispered to him. They'd come back for him, and he'd be a pile of blood and gore and bones. And they'd feel sorry and cry like the idiots they were, to leave poor little me here in this hellish place. 

Rose imagined his funeral. He would be dressed in white. Handsome, chivalrous Roscoe would be there, and he'd say to everyone how he had really loved him all along, and how sad he would be all his life without Rose to make him smile. Roscoe would be dressed in black. No, dark blue, it flattered his complexion more. And that bitch Parvati would turn green with envy and die of jealousy.... after his funeral, of course. 

How beautiful he would look, his face pale and translucent, his eyes closed in an illusion of sleep! How brokenhearted they would be to lose him! 

As if it had heard his inner thoughts, a rough tongue scraped across Rose's face, smearing his hair into a misshapen, gooey mess. And suddenly, he found himself racing through the forest, his mind blank with panic. 

No, he wasn't ready to die! Not now! Not even if it would piss off Parvati! Not even for Roscoe! he thought to himself desperately, vaulting over a fallen bough. No, he'd live to survive another day! He'd show them all just how capable he was!

Rose glared at Eleanora, who was pristine except for a bit of sand on the skirt of her exquisite dress. Dressed like she was going off to the races, her hair curled and styled, and a little hat to top it off. 

Hmph. How dare this gorgeous, elegant, beautiful young woman accost him while he was miserable and soaking wet and patronize him? 

Who does she think she is? thought Rose furiously, resisting the urge to tackle her. Waltzing over to me and treating me like a little boy. I'm no child! I ought to tell her off.

And I will! decided Rose, drawing himself up as straight as he could. He'd give her the lecture of a lifetime!

An explosive sneeze put an end to this chain of thought, and everything he had been about to say flew away into oblivion. ARGH!

"I'm FINE!" Rose snarled, seeing the concern in her eyes. "And don't call me dear!"