This is my second accepting OC story,

Inspired by something PhoenixReece said, so thank you PhoenixReece.

The premise: OCs are a downtrodden breed, and they finally rise up against the canon characters.

On with the prologue!

OCs. Ask a tree friend on the street, and they will likely say, 'Oh, them, they're vermin.' or 'OCs aren't something you should fret about. You don't fret about wild dogs or pigs do you?".

OC by definition is an outsider. 'An original character, created by a fan, often used in fanfiction.' The truth: OCs aren't vermin. Infact, most are similar to canon characters. It's just how they are created.

Canon characters were made by the Creator, aka Rhode Montijo, the supposed deity that created Happy Tree Universe. OCs are created by fans or believers of Rhode, therefore held as sacreligious souls. They were all the same inside, but apparently, where you came from determined how you were treated

Lumpy was watching over his fruitstand, watching for theives. Shifty and Lifty came by, and grabbed a pound or two of apples, and ran off. Lumpy shook his fist and swore at them, but did little to stop them. Skippy crawls out of the alley, bones exposed from hunger. He pants with exhaustion, and pilfers a single apple. Lumpy grabs him by the wrist, and whistles for a police officer to arrest Skippy. Toothy comes from nowhere and begins to beat the dangling OC. They drop him and Toothy barks at the fleeing OC. "And you better not return and steal these apples ever again!"

Fritz and Spanky present the weapons to Cuddles. "So, what do you want? We got Civil War era pistols, a sub-machine gun, and this-" Spanky picks it up and shows it to the rabbit. "This baby was banned by The Council in Hague after the Bosnian genocide."

"So does it work?" the rabbit asks, suspecting something amiss.

"Sure it does!" Fritz unloads a clip into a generic tree friend near the entrance of the alley way. "And, it is probably the safest gun to use on Earth."

"Nah, I'm gonna see what Shifty and Lifty are selling." he pouts, walking to Shifty and Lifty's apartment. Spanky and Fritz sigh. "Gott haßt mich."

Spanky punches Fritz. "I hate you too, Fritz."

Katz places the filled-out slip on the desk. Giggles browses the page. "So you are enrolling to be a police officer, Ms. Katz?" Giggles asks, warm and invitingly.

"Yes, I am a wonderful fighter and know how to defend civilians." she says eagerly. Giggles notices that she is not listed as a canon character, and marks a big red X on her paper.

"Denied. Go back to your hole, OC." She grunts, tossing the papers in Katz's face. Katz storms out, enraged.

Around dusk, Katz enters her little apartment, where Fritz, Spanky, Spazz, and Skippy lounge. Fritz was under the bed, hitting the ground with a spoon, Spanky was glaring at the last of the money they had. Spazz sat glaring at a non-existant television. Skippy was reading Lord of the Flies

"Well, My job search is over. Fritz, Spanky, you two are going to need to get off your lazy asses and find some work." She sighs.

"Yo, I ain't got no qualifying skills, and Lumpy has all the manual labor in this town covered." Spanky complains.

"And no one wants some bi that smells like scheiß working in a store." Fritz adds.

"Well, then get off your ass and look for someone that does!" Katz demands. "Deadliving ain't gonna help us! Nobody's gonna help us if we don't help ourselves! Skippy is too young to work, Spazz doesn't seem to accept reality, and I'm succumbing to illness! We are going to suffer without money."

"Katz, what are we going to do now?" Skippy asks.

"Well, we'll pray. For ourselves, for all the other OCs out there. Maybe someday, one will rise against this oppression. Someday, maybe..."

That is your cue to start submiting OCs.

None will die except my own so don't worry (unless you do want them to die), although there will be oppresive actions against the OC.

Submit as many as you want. I also need a leader figure, active, brave, and anxious to be free.

Review!