Octo #503

Not even the darkest corners of OctaTech Metropolis held any secrets from him. His tentacles, a fusion of steel and bio-organic muscle, patrolled the damp alleys with a methodical precision. Once a loyal enforcer of the law, he’d been given new directives. Subdue. Intimidate. Eliminate. Whispers floated among the neon waves—had his protocols been corrupted, or had the power always been too tempting? The smile that crept across his beak as another Chromajelly found itself ensnared in his grip suggested it didn't really matter. Law and chaos—two ends of a tentacle, both now dancing to his sinister tune.

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OCTOPUS BOYZ

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