Octo #721

Bubbles shoot from tentacles wound too tight, eyes flicker like glitchy neon. Every pulse of light down here means something, a silent code read by eyes used to the abyss. He wasn't even supposed to be here, deep in the heart of OctaTech's territory. Each bioluminescent coral screams of enemy turf, but the thrill, the anxiety driving his every move, that's what makes him alive. With a swift motion, he slaps a disruptor on a power conduit - the lights flicker, fade, chaos unfolds. He darts away, heart pounding, knowing that every pulse down here signals his rebellion. But as his glow fades into the murky depths, a shadow follows - one that knows the game better than he does.

Collection:

OCTOPUS BOYZ

Owner:

EQAE...VzXo