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Prof has a minion!

Minion the Defeye

Prof
Legacy Name: Prof

The

Common Experiment #84
Owner:

Senna

Age: 14 years, 4 months, 2 weeks

Born: January 6th, 2010

Adopted: 11 years, 6 months, 6 days ago

Adopted: November 14th, 2012

Statistics

Level: 5
Strength: 10
Defense: 18
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 0/10
Intelligence: 1
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

Smash.
The chubby, tainted bottle Magnus held between his legs had given way, and was reduced to sharp fragments, littering his apartment floor. The unmistakably rich, burgundy liquid began to seep between the wooden floorboards, yet he made no effort to clean up.
The entertainment that balancing a full bottle of wine brought him had gone in the blink of an eye.
As his gaze retracted from the mess he'd brought upon himself, he looked to the dusty and practically opaque window at the far end of the room. Mag's pupils appeared almost ice-like in colour as the stream of light guided through the slit in the black curtains reflected off his eyes.
He lifted himself, with great effort, out of his late grandfather's favourite chair, and headed cautiously over to the light source. Throwing the curtains wide open, he received the motivation and hope he so desperately craved.
His grandfather had always encouraged him to keep up his hobbies over the past few years, when Magnus started to become increasingly withdrawn. He often wished what his life would be like if he'd kept up his regular football practices every Saturday, mixed in with the occasional bike ride through the mountains with one of his best friends.
A lorry trundled past, pulling him away from his thoughts, something that regularly happened. He was not one to stay transfixed on one thought for long, he often found himself being distracted by the slightest thing.

10:21pm: Buzzzz! Stirring Magnus from a light sleep, was his phone vibrating from a chest of drawers. The location of his phone might as well've been kilometers away for all the energy he could muster up to move to retrieve it. Pulling the covers over his head, as if to make a den, the phone found itself ignored.
Buzzzzzzz. Buzzzzzzzzzz. Two more texts lit up his phone. Whoever it was certainly didn't want to give up.