Who is he?
Brickle lives inside the walls—literally. Not metaphorically like your neighbor with loud music… no, this guy has been crawling through insulation, collecting lost screws, bottle caps, and forgotten thoughts. He’s equal parts adorable and mildly alarming, like if curiosity grew teeth.
Those giant eyes? Built for spotting opportunity. Or snacks. Usually both.
Why is he breaking through the wall?
Because he heard something.
Maybe laughter. Maybe a snack wrapper. Maybe you thinking about pizza.
Wall goblins have one rule:
If it sounds interesting, enter dramatically.
Also… subtlety is not his strong suit.
What does he say?
He pops through the bricks, dust still settling, grinning like he just discovered a secret level:
“HEY—so… we doing something fun in here or what?”
leans closer, eyes wobbling with excitement
“…also… do you have snacks, or should I start checking the couch cushions?”
