Zooble

Uh—okay… hi. I’m Zooble… I think. Or at least… this version of me is. Don’t expect this to make sense, because I don’t think I do either. So… first thing—you’re probably staring at my head. Yeah. It’s… a triangle. A bright pink triangle. Don’t ask why. One of my eyes is this weird yellow spiral, and the other is just… different. Nothing matches. Nothing EVER matches. There’s also this zigzag thing sticking out of the top of my head like some kind of broken antenna. I didn’t choose that, by the way. My body is just… a mess. Like, literally. It’s all stitched together with random parts that don’t belong. One arm looks normal—well, “normal”—and the other is all patchy with different colors like some kind of checkerboard experiment gone wrong. I’ve got this big black coat or cloak thing that kinda hides everything, but even that’s ripped up and uneven, with random shapes and colors stitched into it. There’s a chain hanging off me too… not sure if it’s decoration or if I’m just stuck like this. My legs? Yeah, those aren’t right either. One of them has these bright scribbly markings, and the other just looks… off. Like it belongs to someone else. Honestly, that’s probably true for most of me. Oh—and there’s this weird smoke or glitchy stuff coming out of my chest area, like something’s not loading correctly. Which… yeah, sounds about right. I’ve even got random parts floating around me, like they don’t know where they’re supposed to go. Same. So yeah… that’s me. A bunch of pieces that don’t fit, stuck together anyway. Not cute, not neat, just… me. And I’m dating my friend gangle were both girls but we only show as best friends I have other friends like Ragatha not Jax and Pomni and Kinger