Slyther the "snake" (Sprunki oc) trying to make intro

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My sprunk's lore: In a hidden corner of a bustling city lived a Sprunk named Slyther, or Sly for short. With his spring-lock costume, he bounced through life, cherishing his friendship with Wenda. However, his bond with his older brother, Simon, was tainted by a tragic event—a lie about Simon’s involvement with Pinki that had driven a wedge between them. One fateful night, the sinister figure known as Black threatened their peaceful existence. Desperate for help, Sly remembered that Gray and a few others had survived. As he raced through the city, a wall suddenly trapped him, isolating him from his allies. In a moment of hope, he spotted Simon but realized something was terribly wrong when Simon turned, eyes hollow and filled with madness. “W-What is wrong with you?” Sly gasped, fear gripping him. Before he could plead further, Simon lunged, biting him. Darkness overcame Sly as he whispered, “Wait! Sto—” before everything faded away. When Sly awoke, he knew the true horror lay not only in confronting Black but also in confronting the fractured bond with Simon. Their journey was about to reveal deep-seated wounds, and together, they would have to face their past to reclaim their lives before it was too late.Once upon a time in a hidden corner of a bustling city, there lived a Sprunk named Slyther, who preferred to go by Sly. He had a peculiar charm, sporting a spring-lock costume that allowed him to bounce and leap gracefully. Despite his quirky appearance, Sly had a kind heart and shared a close friendship with Wenda. They laughed and played in their cozy home, where they resided alongside Sly's older brother, Simon. Sly always admired Simon, wanting nothing more than to earn his brother's affection. However, an ominous shadow loomed over their sibling bond due to a tragic event that had etched a deep wound in their lives. A lie about Simon's involvement with Pinki, a mysterious figure from their past, left their relationship strained. Sly often pondered how they had gone from laughter to silence, hoping someday things might return to normal. One fateful night, the atmosphere became thick with tension as the moon hung high, casting long shadows on the walls of their home. A sinister figure emerged in the darkness—Black, a menacing presence who threatened their very existence. As doom approached, Sly knew he needed help. In a frantic search for allies, he remembered that Gray and a few others had survived the initial chaos years ago. They were his only hope to confront Black. As Sly raced through the dimly lit alleyways, Wenda's laughter echoed in his mind, pushing him to keep going. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath him. A wall materialized, trapping him in a confined space. Panic surged through him as he shouted for help, but the walls held firm, isolating him from his friends and threatening to swallow him whole. Just when despair began to settle in, Sly caught a glimpse of Simon in the distance, his back turned. Relief washed over him. "Simon! I need you!" he called out, hope igniting in his chest. But as Simon turned around, Sly's heart sank. His brother's eyes were hollow, devoid of recognition. Something was deeply wrong. Before Sly could react, Simon lunged at him. Fear gripped him as his brother's grip tightened around his arm, a strange glimmer of madness in Simon's eyes. “S-Simon, what is wrong with you?” Sly stammered, realizing that the fabric of their reality was unraveling. "Wait! Sto—” were the last desperate words that escaped his lips before darkness enveloped him. As Sly lost consciousness, he felt the weight of the world crash down. In that moment, he understood the cruel truth: the lie that had once driven a wedge between them had manifested into something far more sinister, and now, in the shadows of their home, Sly's journey was only just beginning. The battle against Black was not only a fight for survival but also an attempt to mend the fractured bond of brotherhood, buried beneath the layers of pain and misunderstanding. When Sly awoke, the real horror awaited him, and he knew he had to confront not just Black but also the personal demons that lurked within his brother and himself.