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A company wanted a robot bird
A robot bird company made robot birds for people with bird allergies who still wanted a bird. Their next idea: a Mint-bodied Fluffer robot.
✦ A one-bird shrine
THE MINT-BODIED
FLUFFER
happy. bright-eyed. saw-armed.
One very cute bird. One very metal wing. A whole castle now turns to them first.
they / them • nonbinary
big head • bigger happy energy
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Species
Mint-bodied Fluffer
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Weapon
Saw Arm
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Status
Wolf-pack survivor
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Home
Castle account
Chapter one — probably not the one anyone expected
How a cute bird got a saw arm
This is not a villain origin. It is a survival story with very soft feathers and one very sharp edge.
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Hundreds of nests were destroyed
To make it look real, the company deforested hundreds of Mint-bodied Fluffer nests, caught real Fluffers, collected their feathers, and glued them to robot shells.
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The machines malfunctioned
They got caught too. But instead of getting their feathers plucked, the machines malfunctioned — and accidentally gave them a robot / saw arm instead.
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They escaped — and found a use for it
They escaped. Then they realized the sharp edges could saw down trees. A weapon became a tool. A tool became a warning.
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The wolf pack came
Later, a hungry pack of wolves surrounded them. They fought the whole pack off with the saw arm. The pack ran away cut and bleeding. They won.
💧 old blood = brown, new blood = red
They did not ask for the saw arm. They made it theirs.
Field guide • handle with care
Anatomy of a bright-eyed legend
Tap a detail to read it up close. Nothing here needs fixing. Everything here is on purpose.
Specimen: extremely happySay hi!
Blood, explained
InteractiveOld blood
#8A6A4ANew blood is red. Old blood dries brownish. The brown on the saw wing is old blood from the wolf fight — not dirt, and not something gross to laugh at.
Every color, in the right amount
Their colors
Mostly mint. A little metal. A little brown. Red and yellow get a very small, very specific job.
🏰 Chapter two
Now: Castle era
They went from deforested nests and escaping the company to becoming the face of the castle account. Not because they got louder. Because they stayed exactly themselves: happy, bright-eyed, battle-worn, and very, very cute.
The castle did not need a mascot with a perfect backstory. It needed a bird who had survived something real and still chose joy.
“hi!! oh, wolves? already handled!”
collar red beak yellow — and that’s all