IC: Typo's search was interupted by someone's "Hi there!". It was another slig. He looked different. Wearing some kind of armour, and some sort of mechanical contraption. Wondering what to make of this newcomer, he crawled a little closer, but not close enough to be properly noticed. Upon closer inspection, he saw he had stripes on his mask. 'What're they there for?' Typo wondered. Not really sure what else to do, he shuffled a bit farther back and continued to look for his breakfast. 'Where does this stuff even come from? How many things can be useless?' He thought with a slight frown.
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Congratulations, Oddey, on winning FC's fanfiction competition two years running! You are clearly the man to beat!
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