Uploaded April 2023 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
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Name: Grypulor
(Grip. thats it)
Elements: Entrapment
Gender(s): Cishet Male
Sound: Flutes
(He has holes at the bottom of his legs that he whistles from).
Bio: Grypulor, dizzy, tired and weak, found himself inside the Facility, with not as much as an inkling as to what’s happening. He doesn’t know who this “Paul” kid is. The entire time Paul was being hired, Grypulor was in a long, long meeting. A meeting that felt like it was going on for a year. He stays away from Potleer, as everyone does, and yet she dragged him along anyhow. It could be worse, though. The alternative was still being in that meeting.
Grypulor had been stuck in the workplace for a while, stuck in the flytrap of routine meetings and meaningless work. Any sort of break to that routine reminds him that he’s alive and not slowly succumbing to necrosis. One day, he felt so mindless and dead that he accidentally landed directly into a literal flytrap, intended for smaller pests. He’s lucky Holdett cut holes into the trap so that he could move his legs and whistle. He doesn’t know who he’d become if he wasn’t able to whistle.
Too bad Holdett wasn’t able to join in this little rescue mission. Her backside got stuck while trying to crawl into the vents.
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feignkit - drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/19rZ43edsbQktsrD75BlcvF5bacdEzj6N
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vni
~~~
Name: Grypulor
(Grip. thats it)
Elements: Entrapment
Gender(s): Cishet Male
Sound: Flutes
(He has holes at the bottom of his legs that he whistles from).
Bio: Grypulor, dizzy, tired and weak, found himself inside the Facility, with not as much as an inkling as to what’s happening. He doesn’t know who this “Paul” kid is. The entire time Paul was being hired, Grypulor was in a long, long meeting. A meeting that felt like it was going on for a year. He stays away from Potleer, as everyone does, and yet she dragged him along anyhow. It could be worse, though. The alternative was still being in that meeting.
Grypulor had been stuck in the workplace for a while, stuck in the flytrap of routine meetings and meaningless work. Any sort of break to that routine reminds him that he’s alive and not slowly succumbing to necrosis. One day, he felt so mindless and dead that he accidentally landed directly into a literal flytrap, intended for smaller pests. He’s lucky Holdett cut holes into the trap so that he could move his legs and whistle. He doesn’t know who he’d become if he wasn’t able to whistle.
Too bad Holdett wasn’t able to join in this little rescue mission. Her backside got stuck while trying to crawl into the vents.
~~~
feignkit - drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/19rZ43edsbQktsrD75BlcvF5bacdEzj6N
Portions of the materials used are trademarks and/or copyrighted works of Big Blue Bubble. All rights reserved by Big Blue Bubble. This material is not official and is not endorsed by Big Blue Bubble.
