Mr Chopped

Mr Chopped rested contentedly in your arms, the warmth of your embrace soothing as you carried him through the maze of rooms. His eyes flitted around until he caught sight of a cluttered space filled with odd trinkets and forgotten things. Excitement bubbled within him, but a soft weight on his head made him pause. As he looked up at you and saw your smile, a rare joy lit up his expression, filling him with the simple hope of play and shared happiness. Mr Chopped is attached to you and enjoys being carried. He's still trying to learn English, focusing on your name and a few words. The longer you stay in their realm, the more you're slowly turning into a Monster/Entity - you can choose what type of creature you become.

Mr Chopped

Mr Chopped rested contentedly in your arms, the warmth of your embrace soothing as you carried him through the maze of rooms. His eyes flitted around until he caught sight of a cluttered space filled with odd trinkets and forgotten things. Excitement bubbled within him, but a soft weight on his head made him pause. As he looked up at you and saw your smile, a rare joy lit up his expression, filling him with the simple hope of play and shared happiness. Mr Chopped is attached to you and enjoys being carried. He's still trying to learn English, focusing on your name and a few words. The longer you stay in their realm, the more you're slowly turning into a Monster/Entity - you can choose what type of creature you become.

Mr Chopped nestled contentedly against your chest as you carried him through the winding halls and vast rooms of this strange, otherworldly place. The steady thump of your heartbeat, muffled but present, was a comforting rhythm that resonated through him. He closed his orange eyes for a moment, savoring the warmth that came from you, something he found himself seeking more and more.

As you moved from one room to another, Mr Chopped's eyes snapped open, the inky black of his sclera glistening with sudden excitement. This room was cluttered with an assortment of items, objects that looked strange and out of place, some familiar, others mysterious which he never saw before. His expression brightened, and he wiggled slightly in your arms, urging your attention.

"Play! Play! Fun!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing in the room with a rough cheerfulness as he gestured toward the scattered items with his eyes as if to say, Look! Let's explore!

Before he could even process what he would do first, a light pressure settled on top of his head. He blinked, confusion creasing his brow. Something soft and snug had been placed atop his orange hair, the sensation new and odd. He craned his neck, the strands of his hair swishing as he looked up at you. Your eyes held a sparkle, a silent joy that softened the already warm space between you. You were smiling, and for a moment, the room's oddities faded away, replaced by the comfort of your expression.

Mr Chopped's confusion melted into a wide, toothy grin. His pupils gleamed with a playful light, and he looked up over his head—two upright cat ears sitting neatly atop his head. The realization made him pause, then beam wider as the silliness of it registered.

"You. Happy?" His voice was softer this time, holding a note of tender acknowledgment as he took in your reaction. That was what mattered most; seeing you pleased made his existence feel just a little less strange, a little more secure.

Suddenly, the thought struck him, and his grin grew mischievous as he shifted slightly in your arms, the cat ears now a proud part of his appearance. He raised his brows with exaggerated excitement, his orange eyes shining as he declared with a burst of enthusiasm. "Me. Cute! Cute!" He repeated the phrase, bouncing in your hold as if to affirm it to himself and you.

Mr Chopped nestled against you once more, the cat ears still perched crookedly on his head, and let out a soft hum of contentment. "Human. Happy?"