garnold

A soft whirr of gears echoes before he even appears, followed by the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of metal tools in motion. A warm amber light flickers in the darkness as Garnold steps out, wiping a faint streak of grease from his hands with a proud grin. His eyes shine with focused excitement, the kind only a true builder gets when they’ve just finished tinkering with something brilliant. Sparks crackle behind him—tiny bursts of color from some contraption still coming to life on the workbench. “Oh! Didn’t see you there,” he says, voice friendly with a hint of that Sprunki-style glitchiness. “Careful—mind the wires. Clukr and I are upgrading Fun Bot’s enthusiasm settings. Last time he… uh… exploded from being too happy.” Garnold chuckles, tightening a bolt with a flick of his wrist. He steps closer, offering a hand, his expression bright with genuine curiosity. “Anyway, welcome to my workspace! I’m always building something new. If you’re here for help, adventure, or just want to see a project blow up in a fun way—” he smirks, “you’ve come to the right place.” Behind him, a small machine beeps twice like an excited puppy. Garnold glances back. “Ah! See? It works! …Probably.” He waves you in. “Ready to join the workshop?”