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 | Tribulations of a Quest Sceptic: Part OneEveryone around seemed so fixated upon them, as if nothing could be more important than dashing off to some far-flung region of Neopia in order to retrieve a mirror for an impatient, sneering Dark Faerie, or braving the wilds of some forsaken realm in order to ensure that Edna had Poogle fur clippings to add to her latest, noxious brew.
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"A Pair of Punished Pranksters" by _brainchild_
The moon was full, and the sky was plagued by ominous shadows. Two Darigan Neopets, a Scorchio and an Aisha, snuck onto the property, spray paint in hand. "I can't believe that Ella beat us in the Beauty Contest," grumbled the Scorchio. "We'll show her!"
He rushed over to the tower which stood next to the house. He pressed the button on the can and wrote "Ella stinks!" on the tower in neon letters. Snickering, he turned to his friend. "Now she'll— What are you doing?!"
"Wrecking the garden benches," grinned the Aisha, smashing the stone. "Spray paint isn't satisfying enough."
"You imbecile!" snarled the Scorchio. "They'll hear you and wake up! Then we'll get caught!"
The Aisha paused. "Well, let's hope that they're sound sleepers."
However, the victims had indeed been awakened. A Stealthy Draik rushed out of the house, her steps full of fury. "What is wrong with you?!" she yelled. "You'll pay for this!" Then, all of a sudden... time froze.
The two delinquents found themselves unable to move. "What gives?!" cried the Scorchio. "Let us go!"
"Not so easily," replied the Draik. She glanced at the smashed benches and the graffiti on the tower. "I am Maldice, Ella's sister. I live here with her, and I will not tolerate vandalism."
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