Greetings, sea life of Chumblr.
I should have come out and spoken about this a long time ago, but I feared what would happen. Now… I believe it’s time for me to open up. I don’t know how it will be received but I think those familiar with me should know.
It’s no secret I’m a sanitized octoling. Many people know me for my research and treatments on the Fuzzy Ooze and how to contain it and maybe one day cure it in the milder cases. Though, I’ve been very intentional at avoiding my past because I knew that once people knew it could ruin my reputation.
I’m done living in a lie.
My life before being sanitized was being a medic in Octo Valley. I heard the Inkantation and once the first people started to leave, it wasn’t long before others disappeared.
Though misfortune caught me. I wandered and eventually ended up back underground in the Deepsea Metro, where I was deemed Applicant Number 2222. You read that correctly, and I wish to give further background on how I earned my… reputation. I got caught up in that talk of a “promised land” and then I was given a unique opportunity due to my skills and knowledge… the ability to help make something greater. I had no clue what he meant by “perfect life” then. I didn’t get much time before I was Sanitized. I lost many memories, but my old skills were kept in tact. I quickly became seen as a useful asset for experimenting on subjects, and making it more efficient to sanitize others. However as someone scientifically inclined… I always wanted more answers. With the ideas I had taken on, combined with a major loss of emotions and empathy, I no longer cared about how much suffering I caused.
Even after the defeat of Commander Tartar, I worked as normal in the metro. One day, my “servant” (an inkling who had gotten trapped down there) had gone missing and when I looked, I was surrounded by people from the surface. I tried to find an octoshot but I was caught and subdued. Next I remembered was the Memverse, where my memories were recovered.
I can’t remember everything, but I have enough pieces of my life to share it.
It’s time for everyone to know
I’m sorry for what sins I’ve committed and torment I’ve inflicted. I’ve kept it hidden for long enough.
Whether or not this changes anything, only time will tell.






