I waited anxiously as the Shop Wizard headed towards
"Good news, Amoniqua," he said, waving his wand.
"There's a Split Chia Morphing Potion for only 1000 NP!"
He told me the details of the shop and after
thanking him, I hurried over. A few minutes later, I was the proud owner of
the Split Chia Morphing Potion. I rushed home, and got ready to drink it. Ever
since I accidentally drank a Kacheek Transmogrification Potion, I had been afraid
to leave the house. All my 'friends' made fun of me. I was a humiliation. This
potion was the answer to all my problems.
The potion was warm to the touch. I slowly took
off the lid, careful not to spill any. The bottle slowly tipped back, and the
taste was quite nice. Then I started to tingle. It started from my toes and
worked its way up. My legs became more chubby and changed into its brand new
purple and orange colour. My tail sort of 'slooshed' back into my spine, as
the changes worked their way up. My arms did their little morphy thing, until
it was only my head. Just then, everything went back...
I was just starting to worry, when a bright light
flashed in front of me. I read its large striking text:
"NEOPETS IS TEMPORARILY UNAVAILABLE"
Within seconds, everything was back, but the
tingling had stopped. I ran to my mirror. To my horror, I was a Split Chia...and
a Mutant Kacheek. I was half and half... The tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't
have enough Neopoints to buy another potion, and there was no way any one would
hire me for a job. I was a freak of nature! I had to go to the money tree. Some
part of me knew that. There, I would find some NP. I waited until nightfall
and then headed out.
The streets were deserted, which was fine with
me. So far, no one had seen my hideous body. But I had spoken too soon, because
a rustling sound was coming from the bushes next to me. I peered through, and
saw the Pant Devil wrestling with a Pet Rock.
"You need some help?" I asked the Pant Devil.
He looked at me with an evil glint in his eye. "Oh, I wouldn't bother. I have
no items with me." I continued, while stepping out from the shadowy plants.
"What the... AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
screamed the Pant Devil (and I mean screamed!). He ran off as fast as he could.
I looked down at the Pet Rock. I don't know if he saw me or not. I don't know
if he had eyes or not. But somehow, he was whimpering. I picked him up and decided
to take care of him. For days I nursed him back to health. I had considered
selling him for money hundreds of times, but he was perhaps one of the few true
friends I had. In fact, he was the only true friend I had. I named him Furball,
and together we lived in harmony.
One night, Furball was really active. I decided
to take him out for a walk. I avoided any contact with others, cause I was still
a half mutant. Furball lead me through twisted paths in the forest, through
dark, damp tunnels and over rocky mountains. It was daylight, but I no longer
cared. We were so far away from civilisation, the chance of someone discovering
us was pretty much nil.
I wanted to turn back, but I had to trust in
Furball. I was tiring fast, but he managed to pull me along. Eventually, we
reached the peak of a mountain. I looked over the other side and was shocked.
I saw a giant Pant Devil flag on top of a giant pile of items.
"Is this the Pant Devil's home?" I asked Furball.
"Merog Gah!" he said, jumping up and down. (That
I snuck down the hill and dived into the pile
of treasure. I found a bag that the Pant Devil had stolen, and managed to fit
in every item in his pile. There were hidden tower items, super-rare plushies,
medicine, food and thousands of stamps. I had just gotten out of sight when
I heard a whimpering from behind. I placed down the giant sack and looked around.
The Pant Devil was standing on a small stack of key rings: all that was left
of his treasure.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"My home was destroyed. I don't have anything
any more," he managed to say between sobs.
"Don't you have any friends? People who can help?"
I questioned him. "Surely you could just buy something!"
"How can I? When people see my, they just scream
and run away. No one gives me a chance."
His words struck me as familiar. That was how
I felt. But he wasn't in the same situation as me.
"People only dislike you because you steal their
stuff," I informed him. "Why don't you give people stuff you find?"
"I don't steal their stuff. I just look at it
and they run off. But do you think I'll be liked if I give them stuff?"
"Sure," I told him. "By the way, I saw a large
bag of stuff just around there. It might contain your stuff. I don't know how
it got there," I lied.
Five Months Later
|Something has happened!
||The Pant Devil appears
and hands you a 'Split Chia Morphing Potion'
"Hi," said the Pant Devil. "I took your advice.
People like me now. And when I found this, I thought I'd hand it to you."
"Thanks, but no thanks," I replied. "Back when
I first met you, I would've jumped at the opportunity. But now I have realised
that I'm not weird. I went out and met new people. It turns out I'm not the
only person like this. I started up a Guild and I have over 1,000 members. I...
like the way I am. Half and half."
Author's note: I would like to thank my friend, harry_dream, for allowing me
to use the name Amoniqua, their pet Flotsam from a now frozen account.