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Issue: 800 | 6th day of Collecting, Y19 |
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"The 800th Zap" by golden1188
Most pets were afraid of the Lab Scientist and his Lab Ray, and Mack understood that fear. He could remember the first time he tried it: the way his stomach did somersaults, his knees shaking so badly he could barely step onto the platform, and the Scorchio with a crazed glint in his eye. Although he had gotten a feeling that he should run far, far away, some type of steeled determination inside him made him step up to the platform and face the ray head on. After a burst of light and a weird tingly feeling, Mack opened his clenched eyes.
"You’re a little faster now," the Scientist said nonchalantly, turning the ray off. "Two movement points more, to be exact."
"That’s it?" Mack had asked.
"That’s it. You can come back tomorrow."
Nowadays, when it came to the Lab Ray, Mack had no fear. He went every day, saying hi to the Scorchio, and awaiting what change he would feel today. Usually it wasn’t much. Sometimes he got a little stronger or lost some defense. Sometimes there were no changes at all. On really unlucky days, he would go all the way back to level one or even change gender. It was always hard to adjust to being a girl, but Mack usually managed. Fortunately, he had stuck as a boy for quite some time now. On the best days, he would change species or color. Those were always fun. Mack had been nearly every species under the sun at this point. His favorite memory was of being a Robot Mynci. That was really neat.
Mack had been zapped so many times he almost couldn’t remember what he started as. But every so often he pulled out his photo album of all the different species and colors he had been and went all the way back to the first page. The first time he ever went in, he was just a dorky red Moehog. But right now, he was a proud Desert Poogle. Mack hadn’t changed color or species in a while, but he was okay with that. He liked the way he looked at the moment and hoped he could keep it that way for a while. He fit right in at the Lost Desert and it made haggling with the shopkeepers there easier.
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The small Weewoo, affectionately named Wally, chirped excitedly and flew around the small Neohome, imaging himself delivering the highly anticipated Neopian Times edition, wearing that coveted blue postal cap.
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