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My name is ElzaRosy Wubington,but you can call me Elza for short. I am not really like the other singing monsters in the Monster World here,but I am still part of one of the many species of monsters here. Here we have very common creatures like the Noggin,or the Furcorn. But I,am not any of these. I am a Whajje. Yes,the type of monster you less talk about (there’s also monsters that people forget like Pummel or Rare Yuggler but that’s a different story). Now,if you’re a My Singing Monsters fan,you may have already heard this:
For a Wublin, the Whajje is almost... dainty. Named for its distinctive 'Whajje-Whajje' cry, it can most often be found standing on tippy-toes so that its song rings out above the heads of other Monsters. Whajjes scrupulously preen their feathers to create a sort of dish to amplify the sound of their voices. Other Supernaturals are always daring it to join their capers, but the Whajje is better-behaved than most - a trait for which it cryptically credits its furry feet.
You heard me right. If you’re a My Singing Monsters fan,you know about me. But I’m a different kind of Whajje. I’m not really like the others and I do my best to be like them. Here’s my story:
I don’t really know my past,but like any other Wublin,I was created by the genuine mastermind Wubbox Van Wubington the First. The words I used for Wubbox are actually irony,lol. We were made from something called Bubblerite. Then,the arrogant Wubbox says that our purpose is to destroy the Monster World for literally no reason. Skull emoji. Why,you may ask? Some monsters say it’s a glitch. As I was saying,Wubbox carefully sculpted us with Bubblerite and said we were made for evil,then,since Wublin Island is a stormy place,me and my brothers came to life with a lightning strike called (time for pizzazz) The Spark Of Life. Not pizzazz enough. Anyways,this is when we came to life.
In the next chapter,you will learn about my childhood.