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"Grave Danger - A Story" by greencheese79
The sun stood just above the tree-lined horizon, trying in vain to break through the grey Neovian sky. This made Plushie, a Plushie Doglefox, feel uneasy, but her Master seemed unhindered in his stride as he lead her towards large wooden doors. He spoke to her calmly and exchanged a few words, many of which she did not understand. Then he gave her a pat on the head and sent her down into the catacombs.
She was apprehensive at first, but scores of other Petpets were flooding in without their Masters. But what was this place? Some sort of daycare she guessed.
She followed the crowd down a dark, damp and narrow concrete staircase. Many smells emitted from the dank room they entered, evidently from several of the doorways lining the walls.
She watched as Petpets scattered in all directions. She remained still, uncertain about what to do. A Mazzew stood next to her, looking equally as perplexed.
“Your first time?” The Mazzew said. “The name’s Scout.”
“I’m Plushie,” Plushie answered. “What is this place? Kinda creepy for a daycare.”
“Yeah. I’ve never been anywhere like this before. It looks like it’s falling apart,” Scout said. A wad of green slime oozed down from the ceiling.
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