I was scared, I just was. I came into existence in a dark blue world and I thought I was the only one alive. It was the appressive loneliness that scared me, even though the loneliness is all I've known. Oh pardon me, my name is Gimb and I'm not sure what I am, but I have no hands/fingers, but I do have legs and a mask for a head and... well that poor excuse for a body.
I've never grown, never aged and my heights never changed, I'm always 4ft 3. I'm quite short for a guy (?). In all honesty, I don't know what my gender is, does it even matter in the grand scheme of things?
Signed Gimb
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Signed Gimb
General FictionGimb is an it, do not ask, read. Gimb is short for gimboid, any nerds/english people will know it means stupid. :)
