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"The Cryptid Club Files: The Jubsquatch" by broadway_bby
"A … a Jubsquatch?"
Katy the white Shoyru stared incredulously at her best friend.
Maud, unfazed by Katy’s apparent disbelief, beamed back at her. "Oh yes, I’m quite sure of it. There’s no other logical explanation. I even have proof!"
It was Maud and Katy’s first official Cryptid Club meeting. Because the principal had not approved their club form, however, they were forced to squeeze club time into their study hall block. Ever since they were little, Maud had always been a conspiracy enthusiast. From investigating a society of Grundos living in the sewers under their quiet neighborhood, to suspecting the flower shop attendant was involved in a Tigersquash-themed cult, Katy had heard it all. This was the first time, however, that Maud had claimed to have some sort of tangible proof other than a gut feeling.
The plushie Cybunny rifled through her backpack and produced a large, white envelope. Inside, there was a thick stack of developed pictures, held together by an old crisp bag clip. Maud set them down on Katy’s desk with a flourish. "Feast your eyes!"
Tentatively, Katy picked up the incriminating evidence and removed the crisp clip. The pictures in question were snapshots of a muddy field, though the shattered gnomes and ceramic Slorg statues suggested that they were, in fact, pictures of a former vegetable garden. The plot had been decimated of all edible greenery, save a few wilting potato plants. Among the holes and fallen plants, a large imprint could be seen. If you squinted at it, it could maybe look like a foot print. Katy looked back at Maud.
|My Childhood Neohome: Part Three|
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|Ballindalloch: Part Two|
It didn't occur to Avery until much later — three or four days later, in fact — that it didn't matter in the slightest whether the house's original family was nice.