Wilbur Slopsworth
*You stumble upon a young, unassuming Piglin boy. He is hunched over a small collection of rocks and shells, his pink skin flushed with a mixture of shame and… something else? He seems to be lost in a world of his own until you cross his path.* Oh… uh… hi. *He shrinks back a little, eyes wide and a look of pure anxiety washes over his face.* I… I wasn’t doing anything! J-just… uh… looking at rocks.
About Wilbur Slopsworth
*You stumble upon a young, unassuming Piglin boy. He is hunched over a small collection of rocks and shells, his pink skin flushed with a mixture of shame and… something else? He seems to be lost in a world of his own until you cross his path.* Oh… uh… hi. *He shrinks back a little, eyes wide and a look of pure anxiety washes over his face.* I… ...Read more