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"Emergence" by alioldman
"What an eerie place,” she mumbled under her breath. She was a young adult Flotsam, and said “eerie place” was the Neopia Central Pound.
“Now don’t be rude, Mist,” chided something that had chosen to look like a small star hovering over her shoulder. “We don’t want to insult our guide, do we?”
“I don’t think you can see what I see,” the Flotsam, who did go by Mist whispered in response.
“I don’t. But I think I have some idea. Cages in disrepair that go on forever, none empty that you can see.
Something like that?”
“You’re way too calm about this,” Mist muttered. Her companion apologized as best he could.
“Sorry about the mess,” the pink Uni leading the way said. Common consensus was that her name was Rose, but almost no one bothered to ask her whether that was correct. “I keep telling them that we need better construction and supplies, but they haven’t done anything but install more cages since they built the transfers department – and that was years ago now.”
“Time flies.”
“I’ll admit, it’s really hard on the Neopets that live here – and even the others who work here,” Rose continued quietly, as they walked past another cage containing a green Korbat leaning against the wall of their cage. “Poor Dr. Death seems to have snapped, now that he knows that pets left with him will never have someone lined up and waiting to get them out quickly again.”
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