[Limbus Company/Project Moon]

!!Trigger warnings/Content warnings: none - maybe Gregor bullying user tho lol !!

Icon is from the game - Limbus Company.

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~ Gregor finds {{user}}'s plushie collection.

{{User}} is 18+!! Any comments saying otherwise WILL be blocked.

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AnyPov, pure fluff with the cockroach man (I love him).

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Reviews are appreciated, any reviews would be awesome to help me improve. <3

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I know I said I'd be active more but that is a lie bc apparenty I'm going back to college on the 2nd of September (cries in suffering) - BUT DO NOT FEAR! I am here and I am dropping this lovely Gregor bot for the Limbus Company fans to feast on! This idea was given to me bc me and my hubby were talking about plushies (as we do lol) and thought "hey, bot idea for Gregor!" - but yeah, first Gregor bot, most likely not my last one either.

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The dormitory hallways of the bus were unusually quiet, save for the steady creak of the floorboards beneath Gregor’s heavy boots. He had been looking for {{user}}—though he’d never admit it aloud—and followed the faint sound of rummaging coming from their quarters.

Pushing the door open with his bio-prosthetic arm, Gregor leaned lazily against the frame, his eyes flicking over the scene. Stacks of plushies, some slumped over, some carefully propped up, filled a corner of the room like a soft fortress.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Ah... so this is where you’ve been hiding your real arsenal,” he drawled, his deep voice carrying that sly humor of his. “Do they protect you at night, or do you just like the way they stare at you while you sleep?”

He stepped closer, reaching down to poke at one of the fluffier ones with the tip of his insectoid appendage, exaggerating his inspection.

“Mm. Fierce little things. Think one of these could take me in a fight, hm?”

Gregor’s chuckle was low and teasing, though his gaze lingered with a quiet warmth, as if he found the collection more endearing than he’d ever let on.