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Short Stories
 | Neopia’s Runway: Hagan's HaberdasheryWelcome to another edition of Neopia’s Runway! For those of you joining us for the first time, welcome to the only fashion-forward show on Neovision! I am your host, Ellsworth. Collab with noileh & dancerchickemily
by surging |  | Hanso and the BlorbulousLong before Fyora bestowed him with the title of Master Thief, Hanso had spent many years building his skills...Collab with stella_123_5
by xakemii |  | The Sweetest Disaster in NeopiaMike the Yellow Kiko had been working at the Chocolate Factory for three years, and in all of that time, he had never had an idea quite as exciting as the one that came to him on a rainy Tuesday morning...
by kindnessx |  | The Lost Usuki DollNeopia Central. It was a cheerful morning, with the sun shining through the clouds, painting them in every colour of the rainbow...
by safira_2002 |  | The Rainbow HousewarmingIridesia paced around their home, trying to clean up some of the clutter that accumulated throughout the years. Stubborn piles of dust and cobwebs littered the shack...
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Headlines "Hanso and the Blorbulous" by xakemii Long before Fyora bestowed him with the title of Master Thief, Hanso had spent many years building his skills—figuring out how to pick locks, how to assess whether a guard could be bought for a reasonable amount of Neopoints, and most importantly: learning to never make plans that involved Petpets. The vehement way he delivered this last bit always got you interested. Hanso did it on purpose, of course. He needed you to let your guard down by drawing you into a conversation. It was an entertaining story. By the end of it, your pockets would be lighter, and you wouldn’t be entirely sure if any of it had been true. *** Hanso held his breath, waiting for the smoke to clear. Slowly, the Laboratory came back into focus, and Hanso could once again see the metal surfaces, each covered with hundreds of differently sized coloured buttons. But Hanso didn’t care about the stray sparks shooting out from each corner of the room. He was single-mindedly focused on the Blorpulous standing on the small pedestal under the two large spiral ray guns, pointing straight at it and still emitting a low humming noise. Hanso was not impressed. As far as he could tell, the Blorpulous looked exactly the same, and that was not what he had signed up for. He turned towards the Kookith—the one wearing a white laboratory coat...
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