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Villager: The OG



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ID: #358786

Name: The OG

Gender: A Conglomerated Mess

Location: Quetzal Palace

Born 3 months, 19 days ago

Career: Explorer

Owner: Morphie

Genus: Shifty

Color: Midnight


House: Quetzal Palace House (1/50)

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The OG's very special treasures!


This is an outdated version of me!
Morphie has a toyhouse!
Morphie will respond in character!
klutz ✯ wants art of self ✯ kind ✯ roughly 19 earth years ✯ made in lab ✯ genderless, goes by she/they ✯ ESFP-T

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Morphie gazed around the container they were encased in, consciousness just being gained. Their arms were stuck to their sides, theirs legs together, and their head was stuck to their shoulder. Where am I? they thought. Where am I? Where am I? They repeated inside their head, over and over. The creature didn't yet have a fully developed body; they should had still been asleep. Why they woke up, nobody knows. Morphie attempted to move, but with the legs stuck together, all they did was bash into the side of the container. Their thoughts broke for a second, then started up again with Who am I? They continued their confusion, as one is when they are first born until a tuxedo cat walked into the room. This tuxedo cat, however, had some strange things about it. Tuxedo cats typically have black spots- this cat had light, charcoal grey spots.He was also wearing a lab coat, which swooshed in the wind of the door opening along with his cup of coffee he was holding. When he walked in, he gazed at the creature in confusion and lifted a walkie-talkie to his ear, his gaze not breaking from the container. "Uhh- Mitzun?" He said after a beep. "Ya?" The radio spoke, glitchy, "We have a problem down in sector 18." He said as he left, sipping his coffee.

Who was that? The creature thought to themselves. How to think? Is this a think? The creature felt like they were in an uncomfortable position, and attempted to free their head from their shoulder to no avail. They continued trying and trying, but nothing. Giving up, the creature floated around, taking in its surroundings. There wasn't much to do in the chamber other than float around. Existing was boring for the creature, nicknamed "Morphie" by the staff members of Hopeling.

Hopeling, as a mask, was a berry company. Genetically modifying berries to be bigger, better, and stronger. But they branched out. Armed with the knowledge of modification, they were able to create creatures with DNA from other species. Morphie was meant to be able to collect and capture other exotic species.



Comments 3

    • Ooh, what an interesting creature! Of course you can. n_n *offers his tail*
      Don't be shy now. You can either tear a piece off or take a bite! :3

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