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Adapted from the Neopedia article The Spyders Are Coming!
If you haven't read the Neopedia article I recommend you do so now. If you
don't you can just try to figure out what's happening on your own! Muahhahaha!!
Er, Hehem.
The blue Kacheek crouched quivering in the small, weak
bucket he had just climbed into and lowered. The well wasn't quite pitch black,
but dark enough for him to be unable to see the mysterious things bumping into
his bucket. The sunlight was just a small yellowish-orange ring just visible
when he looked straight up, which he had no intention of doing just now. "They
won't get me in here, they won't get me in here..." he kept mumbling to himself,
curling into a tiny ball.
"Hey small fry! You okay down there? You're missin'
out on all the fun!" shouted an amazingly clear and completely unexpected voice.
How could anyone be out, and happy, as the Spyders flooded over Meridell's hard-sown
crops and beautiful villages?
The Kacheek glanced up from his position at the
bottom of the dank well. "Professor Daina Chani?" he asked, not quite able to
believe it. For who else could it be? Everyone else had fled into their farmhouses,
barns, stables, and even the palace.
"A'course cute stuff! Need a hand? Call me Chan,
I was always a fan o' Jackie's! HI-YAH!" The supposedly genius Spyder researcher,
coincidently a fellow Blue Kacheek, started hopping around absurdly, pretending
to kick and punch at the approaching Spyders.
"Uh, I suppose I could use some help. Everyone
locked their homes and wouldn't let me in!" shouted up the Kacheek at the bottom
of the well.
"Well, ain't that a funny thang. Them silly farmers
don't know what their missin'. Now I'll haul ya up here, darling; I could use
a little help." Chan laughed.
"Er, help? Help you?" asked the Kacheek
from the bottom of the well. Chan didn't seem to hear.
He soon found himself at the top, on wonderful
solid ground again. With a horde of evil, bloodsucking Spyders, complete with
razor-sharp fangs and fresh-blood-red lamps for eyes, less then a mile away.
But... when she said she needed help, did that mean in her Spyder research?
It must. Oh, man. He hated Spyders... Especially these, trekking who knows where
to devour who knows what...
"Thanks, Chan." The nervous Kacheek's terrified
voice wavered and plunged. "My name's Dave. Er, what was that about needing
help? And shouldn't we get out of here?" He glanced nervously over her shoulder
at the approaching mass.
"Not 'needing' by far, sweet, just 'could use'.
I kin take care of meself. Well, you up to it, Davey Boy? I'm tracking them
Spyders down to, err, *giggle*--"
What was this "professor" giggling about? So
she's tracking the creepy Spyders that are going to be on top of them any minute.
So what? Besides the dangerous possibility of being devoured alive and all.
Uggh, creepy, crawly, hairy, bloodsucking, scarlet red eyes, evil fangs...
"Umm, what was that, Chan?" asked Dave his eyes
still flicking toward the now only a few yards away flood of creepy crawly Spyders.
"Just, *chuckle*, I was *giggle*, I was going
to say *hysterical laughing*..." The genius Spyder professor fell onto her back,
laughing fit to burst. Her eyes watered with with the force of her laughter.
Dave nervously glanced at the monstrous flood
of Spyders, now only a number of feet away. "Er, can we please get out
of their way?"
"Whatever for?" asked Chan.
Just then a rather small and extremely fat Spyder
dashed ahead of the rest. With a flying leap it jumped onto Dave's pale blue
and petrified face. With a scream, Dave fell backward into the well, the Spyder
still clinging to his head, missing the bucket entirely.
Chan leaned over and, standing on tiptoes, watched
the Spyder and Dave plummet to the bottom of the well to land with a gigantic
*SPLASH*.
"Where're yo' manna's, Spy?!" shouted down Chan,
two red spots of blush easily apparent on her cheeks. "You should know betta
than ta jump on pe'ple pleasant nuff to talk ta me!" Strangely, her accent seemed
thicker than ever.
In the faint light, barely distinguishable, Chan
could see Spy, her petpet Spyder, now perched on Dave's forehead. Dave's eyes
were closed, and he looked rather pale. A nasty swelling was coming up behind
his left ear. Spy glanced down at Dave and chittered nervously. What passed
for a head tilted up at Chan, now with several Spyders crawling over her arms
and body, and he chattered loudly.
"Yah, hon, I know ya meant no harm. I know ya
were jus trying TA be friendly. But jumping on 'is head when ya 'aven't even
been introduced is taking it a bit to far to fast," lectured Chan from above,
carefully picking a Spyder off her head before it could crawl down onto her
face.
Spy chattered loudly. Understanding her petpet
perfectly, she sighed. "Yeh, I s'pose you're right. We'll jus 'ave to take 'im
with us. I cain't haul 'im up with no bucket, so I'll git our buddies to 'elp."
Whistling, she signaled several Spyder buddies
of her's and Spy's over. They all easily crawled down into the well, and, despite
the crumbling rock walls and the icky, murky water, managed to wedge themselves
under Dave and haul him up. Good thing Dave was flat out unconscious, or he
certainly would've had a stroke.
The Spyders didn't stop carrying him when they
reached dry land. They continued onward, entering the flood of Spyders. It looked
like Dave the Blue Kacheek was floating on a sea of Spyders.
Chan laughed. "Oh, wonderful. Finally someone
will have to believe me!"
The first thing Dave was aware of when he came
to was a feeling of millions of soft, furry bodies underneath him. But, that
couldn't be. Then he felt himself softly lowered onto the smooth, slightly damp
feel of soft grass. The smell of pine, redwood, dandelions, clean dirt, fresh
water, a few sweet, aromatic scents he couldn't distinguish... everything had
a fresh, wonderful aroma.
A soft paw stroked his shoulder. His eyes opened
slowly, revealing Chan sitting next to him. He was in a beautiful clearing in
the middle of a vast forest. Not the Haunted Woods, the Enchanted Forest, but
perhaps the gently, lovely Mysterious Treezone. A beautiful, clear, clean, wonderful
place.
"I'm sorri 'bout scarin' you. If I'dda known
you'd react that way I would'da warned you about my petpet."
Her petpet?! Dave laughed inwardly. So it hadn't
been a wild, crazy, bloodsucking menace! Just the Professor's silly little Spyder.
"Where is your petpet anyhow, Chan?"
Spy crawled onto Chan's lap. It chattered something
completely unintelligible to Dave.
"Be polite, Spy. You should know that I'm the
only Neopet that understands Spyder!" Chan scolded Spy.
Spy seemed to... chuckle???
A very tiny, but extremely sophisticated voice
piped up, in perfect Neopish, "Terribly sorry, dear chap. I'm afraid I did frighten
you terribly, to judge by your reaction. May I have the pleasure of meeting
your acquaintance formally? Then perhaps you would join myself and my dearest
friends for a spot of tea?
Dave stared at the fat Spyder for a few seconds,
then, I suppose it's needless to say, he fainted. Again. And he would throughout
the rest of the week whenever he came to.
Spy's pinkish red eight eyes glanced up at Chan.
He chittered in Spyder, but roughly translated, what he said was "I suppose
that means no? How dreadfully rude. Good gracious! I'm late for tea!"
The little fat Spyder dashed off and Chan sighed
regretfully, looking at Dave's motionless form. "I s'pose he'll come to soon'a
o' late'a."
Then she followed Spy to join the first night
of the two weeks of the Annual Spyder Tea Fest.
The End
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