How It All Started (Echo Gillette: Chui)

How It All Started (Echo Gillette: Chui)

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This is about Chui, you all may have heard of him from a wonderful Youtuber, Echo Gillette. I wanted to give him a back story of his own, a place where he has been made and where and how he met Echo and Phoenix, Phoenix is her laptop.
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