Smilty and her Tale of Woe
The graveyard was more heavily populated than Smilty had
ever seen before.
The Island Gelert sniffed and ran a paw down
her fur, staring with unbelieving eyes at the Neopets that ran all throughout
the usually deserted place. There were Neopets carrying strange potions, Neopets
running around with shovels, Neopets holding bones... Smilty rubbed her
eyes before looking again. Yes, that starry Usul was holding an actual
bone, and dripping some kind of purple liquid on it as well. A small cluster
of Neopets stood around the Usul, each holding their own vial of purple liquid
and looking quite impatient.
Smilty slowly walked forward, still in shock,
and was immediately knocked over by a mutant Ixi. She looked up in indignation,
the odd goings-on temporarily forgotten, but the Ixi merely juggled around the
potion she was holding in her hooves for a moment before glaring down at her.
"Clumsy," the Ixi snarled, "you almost made me
drop it! Do you know what Sophie would do to me if I dropped this?"
Smilty sputtered her indignation at the other
pet for a moment before understanding what the Ixi had said. "Wait- Sophie?
The Ixi stared at her for a moment before shaking
her head. "Newbie. I don't have time for this." With that, she ran off to a
grave that a few Neopets were digging into, holding her potion carefully.
Smilty followed the Ixi with her eyes. Wait.
The other Neopets were digging at that grave?
Well, now she was thoroughly spooked. Smilty
shivered as she stood up, brushing dirt off of her fur. Strange as the happenings
in the graveyard were, she still had a task to do, and no amount of grave robbing
Neopets was going to stop her. Huffing in order to express her continued indignation
(just in case any Neopets were around to hear), Smilty headed over to the back
of the graveyard.
Luckily, this part was deserted of all Neopets,
only a few lingering around with shovels. Smilty located one particular grave
and stood before it, tears gathering in her eyes. Reading the name inscribed
on the gravestone, she sobbed, once, twice.
"Grace," she wailed, "why did you have to leave
But before she could continue to theatrically
lament the loss of her beloved Grace, a voice from behind her interrupted her
train of thought. "Hi there! Are you starting a digging team?"
Smilty turned around, indignation written clearly
on her face, and found that a short pink Xweetok was grinning infectiously at
her. Smilty did not grin back.
"No," she growled, clearly upset, "I am
not planning on digging anything! Do you know what dirt does to your
The Xweetok was clearly confused. "But we use
shovels. It shouldn't matter." She paused for a moment, thinking it over, and
then shrugged. "Oh well, if you won't start the team, then I will!"
With that, the Xweetok sat down at one of the
four corners of the grave, fingering her shovel determinedly. Smilty blinked,
realizing what was about to happen.
"Wait. You're going to dig up this grave?"
The Xweetok nodded. "Yep. It's all part of the
"You can't do that!" Smilty screeched. "That's
"Hey, can I dig too?"
A mutant Lupe had wandered over to the grave,
holding his own shovel. The Xweetok smiled. "Sure ya can! Don't worry about
the Gelert, I think she's some kind of newbie. Just ignore her and she'll go
Smilty barely stopped herself from screaming,
choosing instead to stamp all four of her paws. "I am NOT a newbie! And you
can't dig up this grave, Grace is buried there!"
"Who's Grace?" the Lupe asked, clearly confused.
"Cool, a team's started over here. Can we join?"
A ghost Bruce and a rainbow Blumaroo had just
walked over, each toting a shovel of their own. The Xweetok and Lupe welcomed
the other two, completely ignoring Smilty in the process. Within a few seconds
they had all started digging their shovels into the dirt.
"Will you listen to me?" Smilty cried, her voice
breaking in the process. "You can't dig here, because-"
A spooky doughnut hit Smilty square in the mouth,
effectively cutting off her sentence. The Bruce grabbed it from her, looking
a bit miffed. "That's mine," he insisted, "I'm collecting them!"
Smilty sat down on the ground, her throat sore
from all the shouting she had done, and started to cry. All four pets ignored
"Sweet," yelled the Blumaroo, "I just got a Slorg!"
Within a few minutes all of the dirt had been
dug away, revealing a shiny brown casket in the grave, and Smilty had been reduced
to sniffling every few seconds and contemplating why she was forced to endure
such a bitter fate. Just after the four pets laid aside their shovels a faerie
Pteri zoomed in, holding a vial of purple potion in his claws. Smilty stared
in disbelief as the Pteri deftly opened the casket and drew out a small, filthy
"By Fyora, what do you think you're doing?" Smilty
screamed, lunging for the Pteri. Unfortunately, she tripped over the Lupe's
shovel and landed face-first in the dirt instead.
"Measuring the weight and volume, of course,"
the Pteri replied distractedly. After a few seconds (during which Smilty struggled
to get back on her feet) the Pteri took out his vial and dripped 10 drops of
the potion onto the bone.
All six pets watched in curiosity as the drops
landed on the object. For a few heartbeats nothing happened. Then a great cloud
of green smoke sprang burst up from the object, making the Pteri cough. The
four pets with shovels looked at each other with wide eyes, hardly breathing.
It was the Xweetok who spoke first.
"Then... that must be the Spirit of Slumber's
For another second, nothing happened. Then the
Pteri whooped in triumph and began running, with the bone, back to the house
at the head of the graveyard. Smilty was left alone as the four others ran off
to tell their friends, her mouth opening and closing speechlessly.
Realization suddenly dawned on the Gelert. With
an incredible burst of speed she took to the path the Pteri had just trod, screeching
at the top of her lungs the whole way.
She reached the house just in time, it seemed.
The Pteri was giving the bone to a green Ixi, all the while talking rapidly.
The Ixi took the bone and examined it, her eyes shining with excitement.
"Good work," she told the Pteri, "now I just
Smilty watched as the Ixi, a misshapen blue Gelert,
and a short Usul all turned around to stare in annoyance at her.
"There's something you need to know!" Smilty
cried out, clutching her paws together in exaggerated anguish. "I knew Grace,
and she was-"
"We know already," the Ixi interrupted in a sarcastic
tone, "the Spirit of Slumber. Though it would've been nice if you had come up
and told us earlier."
"But she isn't!" Smilty shrieked. "She's-"
The Ixi held the bone up in the light of a lamp
to examine it more closely. The dirt that had been encrusted on part of it fell
The Ixi stared at it for a moment in confusion,
then shook the object vigorously. More clumps of dirt fell away, revealing a
very dirty green Korbat plushie. The Ixi looked from the plushie to the Pteri
"I had to bury Grace when her wing got torn,"
Smilty explained in a rather calmer voice. "Plus she wouldn't go MEEP anymore."
The Ixi gripped the plushie more tightly, the
veins on her forehead throbbing, and the toy emitted a squeaky 'meep'.
"You fixed her!" Smilty shouted happily. "She
didn't leave me after all!"
Without a word, the Ixi tore the plushie in half,
her hands shaking.
"I'll take her outside," the Usul said with a
sigh, walking forward and grabbing Smilty by the ear. "Come on, now..."
As the two left, Smilty wailing all the way,
Bruno started to snicker uncontrollably. Sophie turned on him, still scowling.
"What are you laughing about?"
"Well, it's just, for a moment there, you looked
With that, Bruno fell over laughing. Sophie glared
down at him.
"That's not funny."