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Week - 693

Transformation Misunderstandings
by hybatsu
Description: Ophelia the Kyrii was doing what she did best and seemingly without end: talking and brushing her hair. Morry didn’t know how she had the hair or the vocal strength to keep going on like she did, but she certainly did keep going, with a big smile on her face to boot.

Week - 702

Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures
by hybatsu
Description: Sweat ran down the side of Meegla's face as she stared at the card in her gloved paws. Yesterday, the Aisha had spent four hours playing Guess the Card with her humble sidekick, Fargon the Grundo. Fargon had been bored out of his mind, begging her to go play some Destructomatch III with him instead, but Meegla had insisted he let her guess the patterns on the cards until her guesses were nearly 90 percent correct.

Week - 703

Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Two
by hybatsu
Description: By the time the ship touched down, Meegla and Fargon were exhausted. Fargon just wanted to crawl into bed and not move for the next... Well. However many hours Meegla would let him sleep before she came up with their next big scheme. Not that he minded being woken up early for schemes! He was having way more fun now than he'd ever had before he met Meegla.

Week - 704

Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Three
by hybatsu
Description: The Sakhmet scenery rushed past Fargon’s face, turning into a sand-colored blur as he chased the Ogrin thief. Fargon, not possessing half as much agility as Meegla, found himself stubbing his toe on the corners of food stalls, tripping over wandering Gebs, and generally unable to run for long without failing in some manner.

Week - 705

Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Four
by hybatsu
Description: The secret headquarters of the Desert Scarabs was alight with whispers. “I can’t believe it,” said the Scarabs themselves. “It’s incredible. Unheard of.” In the center of the dark room, bathed with light from a broken ceiling, sat a shadow Ruki and an Alien Aisha, locked in a fierce card game.

Week - 706

Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Five
by hybatsu
Description: Meegla couldn’t read the deck. Try as she might, her psychic powers didn’t seem to work on a whole stack of cards. She could barely tell what the top card was; it was as if the other cards were creating an interference her powers couldn’t overcome.

Week - 707

Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Six
by hybatsu
Description: Meegla headed up the peak of Terror Mountain. She figured what she needed right now was a soothing game of Snow Roller; after flattening all manner of annoying neopets and petpets with a giant snowball, she could use the pathetically small rewards to buy herself a smoothie. Comforted by this thought, she braved the gale without so much as a wince.

Week - 708

Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Seven
by hybatsu
Description: It was cold. Not as terribly cold as the storm outside, but cold nonetheless. Someone had taken his parka, leaving him shivering within the cold metal bars of his cell. Lighted torches lined the wall, illuminating a dungeon clearly carved out of the depths of a mountain.

Week - 709

Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Eight
by hybatsu
Description: It was now incredibly late. Where most rescue missions would be aided by the cover of dark, these eight neopets felt a growing trepidation; they would soon be facing off against an organization that thrived under the cover of darkness. The young Desert Scarabs filed out into the snow, decked in winter gear loaned to them by the current captain of the operation. Their entire bodies shook with the force of the cold, unused to the Terror Mountain climate after a lifetime spent in the hot Lost Desert sun. But they must persevere.

Week - 710

Meegla and Fargon's Not-So-Intergalactic Adventures: Part Nine
by hybatsu
Description: Almost all of Meegla’s acts in her fight against Kanrik seemed to be focussed on getting away from him. She kept backing up from his advances, until he had forced her all the way up the dungeon’s steps. Fargon realized with growing horror that, backed up against the door, Meegla’s only escape would be to go tumbling off the side of the staircase, which would leave her too injured to fight back.

Week - 751

The Ardors and Agonies of Witchcraft: Part One
by hybatsu
Description: An explosion shook the manor to its core. When the shaking stopped, two Lupe sisters traded panicked looks, and went running in the direction from which the cacophony came. But it was already too late.

Week - 752

The Ardors and Agonies of Witchcraft: Part Two
by hybatsu
Description: The next morning, Seneca made up for her leisurely first day by spending hours upon hours at Alless’s command. Seneca turned pages while Alless read and tried not to die of boredom, she grabbed whatever ingredients were needed and tossed them into the cauldron, and once she was even called upon to run down to the market and buy pickled Techos’ feet

 
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KATIPO I: Restart: Part Six
Her footsteps fall light in regret. She’s tasting her mistakes on the back of her tongue. All she can do to keep the shame from bursting through her ribcage is cross her arms and count her steps — three, four, five, six..

by theschizophrenicpunk

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The Ardors and Agonies of Witchcraft: Part Two
The next morning, Seneca made up for her leisurely first day by spending hours upon hours at Alless’s command. Seneca turned pages while Alless read and tried not to die of boredom, she grabbed whatever ingredients were needed and tossed them into the cauldron, and once she was even called upon to run down to the market and buy pickled Techos’ feet

by hybatsu

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Night Terrors of the Darkest Kind
Fyora let out a scream as she was jolted from her sleep. Her back was as stiff as a board as she sat up. Her chest heaved with every pant as she felt the sweat rolling down her face. She slowly began to lift herself up out of the bed as her eyes adjusted to the faint lights of an Altadorian night filtering in through the window.

by rocksysmom

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Nonlinear Companions: Dusk
It wasn’t my idea of a fun night out, I'm not really entirely sure how he'd convinced me to do it. Maybe it was my urge to prove him wrong, or perhaps it was to prove myself as a sensible, level-headed young grey draik. Either way, I was here.

by _starryeyedsurprise_

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More Than Just Moltite
The thunderous strikes of the miners' pick axes resonated across the quarry. As sweat cascaded down the brows of the workers, the heat of Neopia's core gave no mercy.

by opossumman



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