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"The Sweetest Night of the Year " by heart_stealer292
It was a Friday night when the invitation arrived, and I nearly dropped it out of sheer shock, though to be fair, my claws weren’t built for handling delicate letters. However, it wasn’t just any letter; it was bound by a golden ribbon with spots of chocolate drizzle and delivered by a Chocolate Faellie. Their fur shimmered and was dripping melted chocolate from its ears. It made a slight noise, dropped the envelope on my doorstep, and ran off, leaving behind faint chocolate pawprints. I lifted the envelope carefully with my trembling claws, its faint scent of cocoa lifting off the letter up to me, sending a shiver down my tail. Inside, the words read: “You are cordially invited to the Annual Chocolate Ball.” I squealed so loudly, I startled a flock of Beekadoodles off the neighbour’s roof. The Annual Chocolate Ball. The legendary gala Neopia whispered about every September. I’d read every article the Neopian Times ever printed on it: gowns sculpted from pure chocolate, fountains that poured endlessly, feats that could topple a Skeith. But invitations?

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