Lost Creek Hollow bingpot!

alright, so the morphing blobs that were his siblings had suddenly found a means to make a fuck-ton of noise. aengus reared his head back and squealed in delight at the sounds that were coming from his brother and sister respectively. it was really the most fun that they'd been since being ejected from their mother's shared utero space. before, aengus had thought that his siblings were boring little potatoes on a boring little potato farm. it turned out they had some spunk in them.

as if to encourage the noise that was being made, the dark bull of a child howled and churned his stubby limbs toward both of them with excited energy. his eyes seemed to come to life as he noticed their blobby shapes had taken a bit of a more distinct form. he wondered if they could see everything that he did.