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Neopia's Fill in the Blank News Source | 8th day of Running, Yr 23
The Neopian Times Week 23 > Short Stories > Don't Fake It

Don't Fake It

by ticketytock2kay

Somewhere in the deepest, darkest parts of Neopia, a NeoPet Scientist was working in his laboratory. He was a green Moehog, and why a Moehog, you ask? He had been created for the sole purpose to be experimented on when he was little - and his "owner" had randomly chosen his species. Plus, he didn't have a name. He had a number. His number was H8L90.

H8L90 had run away from his dreadful owner. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember his owner ever telling him who he was. So he always called him "owner". Right after he was born, he had been taken secretly and discreetly to his owner's laboratory, where he was continuously monitored. His health had continuous lapses - one day he woke up with Bloaty Belly, and the next day he was completely healed. He grew constantly stronger, gained more abilities and knowledge each day.

Anyway, back to the present. Now H8L90 was a grown Moehog, and had his own laboratory. No words can explain how proud he was of it - he had built it all by himself. For a few months he helped Kauvara in her magic shop, to earn enough Neopoints to start building it. Kauvara had also graciously taught him how to mix several types of potions, and how to capture a Tornado in a Bottle. If it had not been for her, he might not have gotten enough funds to build his lab.

ONE MILLION NEOPOINTS, read the headline on that week's Neopian Times. Sipping his coffee, H8L90 read the column underneath it, slowly. "Lafindthia, a gold Meerca, recently won the Neopian Lottery. She used to run a size 5 shop, and now she runs a size 50 shop. Her NeoHome was once made out of cardboard, now, it is made out of pure gold, and it has air-conditioning. If you want her success, why not join the Neopian Lottery today? A ticket costs 100 Neopoints... and that hundred may make you up to A HUNDRED THOUSAND times more in Neopoints."

Suddenly, H8L90 sat up very straight in his chair. "The jackpot depends on how many tickets they sell... so they'll need to sell many tickets to be able to get a jackpot worth that much…"

A plan began to form in this Moehog's mind. It was a perfect plan. Nothing could possibly go wrong. H8L90 decided not to dilly-dally, he had to start IMMEDIATELY. Within a few seconds, H8L90 had gotten dressed, put on his hat, and went off. He stopped at the nearest newspaper stand. "I'd like to purchase a lottery ticket, please," he said politely to the Acara that was running the booth.

"Certainly, sir. Would you like to choose your own numbers, or just have any old ticket? We do printing here, as well." The Acara leaned out of the booth, and pointed to the sign. It read "NEWSPAPERS - MAGAZINES - LOTTERY TICKETS - PRINTING".

"Actually, any numbers are fine. Please hurry... I'm almost late for an appointment." H8L90 pretended to shift anxiously from one paw to another, and glancing at his watch every other second. "Here you go, sir," the Acara gave him his ticket. "Thank you very much," H8L90 took his ticket, paid a hundred Neopoints, and hurried back off to his lab.

Back at the lab, H8L90 walked briskly over to his "Duplicator" machine. He inserted the lottery ticket into the box, and pressed "DUPLICATE" then he punched "1000 copies" into the machine. Then, he keyed in his password and once more hit the button marked "DUPLICATE". The machine whirred and buzzed, cranked and hissed, and out came 1000 identical lottery tickets. "Perfect..." H8L90 said, examining the one on top.

"It's better not to waste any time," he decided. Taking the stack of fake lottery tickets, he went outside and began to sell them. "LOTTERY TICKETS! ONLY 80 Neopoints!" he called. "BUT ONE PER CUSTOMER ONLY!"

A short line began to build up outside his lab. Money began to roll in like mad. "Thank you, here's your ticket, good luck," he called, "Thank you, here's your ticket, good luck..." In almost no time at all, he had sold around 100 tickets and had 8000 Neopoints.

"If I can sell a thousand tickets in one day, I can make approximately eighty thousand Neopoints!" H8L90 said slowly to himself. "I'll need to lower the price, too, so more people will buy them."

In a week, H8L90 had made a million Neopoints. He kept very careful to make sure the tickets he chose would not be able to win the lottery - or else he would be exposed. It would be terrible to have over 1000 Neopians with the same ticket winning the lottery, wouldn't it?

The End

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