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Zenta has a minion!

Figment the Barbican

Zenta

The

Scribble Zentu
Owner:

Protected

Age: 1 year, 9 months, 2 weeks

Born: July 4th, 2022

Adopted: 1 year, 9 months, 2 weeks ago

Adopted: July 4th, 2022

Pet Spotlight Winner
November 14th, 2022

Statistics

Level: 105
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 0
Books Read: 0
Food Eaten: 0
Job: Unemployed

CREDITS

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background credits: rare-gallery.com
story credit:

Protected
doodle by

Gengaar

Z z z...

You walk into a room, a massive room. Not only is the room massive, the walls covered in shelves filled with books and maps and candy jars and tea containers, but the ceiling opens up into what looks like an expanse of space.

Like, outer space.

If that wasn't odd enough, there's a sunken conversation pit in the middle of the room and it's full of blankets and pillows and a very peacefully snoozing elephant.

As you stand there, puzzling, your head slowly swivelling from one side to the other, you distractedly notice uncomfortably hot air pulsing against the back of your neck.

That's… not great...

You whirl around with a yelp and, your fears confirmed, come face to face with a surprisingly large, black dragon that seems like it's starting to take a rather large breath--

"...Figment?"
A sleepy voice mewls from the nest of pillows.

You stand there, terrified, waiting for the dragon to either ease up or make a move...

"Oh, hello. Figment, they don't look like trouble, thank you my friend."

Figment does not look convinced. He turns slowly from you, his eyes trapping yours in a very obvious warning as he does, then he settles easily into his own envious pile of comfy things next to the door you came in.

"Am I dreaming?" Her voice draws your attention back to her, "Or are you?"

Her head falls to the side and she blinks slowly before breaking out in a big, sleepy yawn. Rubbing her eyes, she says to you, "Well, either way, I think we'll both enjoy ourselves."
She stretches against her pillows and hugs a particularly smooshy-looking one to her chest.

"If you're here for the books, feel free, pull the green book on the shelf to your right and the hidden door will open to take you to the library..." she closes her eyes, "but my favorite is the telescope in the corner..."

You look to where she pointed with her trunk and sure enough, a telescope as big as a water tower, blankets and twinkle lights hanging off of random superficial, cosmetic bits.

This place is great.

You turn to thank your host, but she's already passed out, breathing evenly, with a big, happy smile on her peaceful face.