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Whirl has a minion!

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Whirl
Legacy Name: Whirl


The Spectrum Yaherra
Owner: Trithie

Age: 4 years, 10 months, 3 weeks

Born: May 3rd, 2019

Adopted: 4 years, 3 months, 5 days ago

Adopted: December 24th, 2019

Statistics


  • Level: 114
     
  • Strength: 283
     
  • Defense: 282
     
  • Speed: 282
     
  • Health: 284
     
  • HP: 284/284
     
  • Intelligence: 257
     
  • Books Read: 255
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


Whirl flew down the narrow streets of the Zone, pouches full of glass bottles clanging against his sides. He had to deliver his package as quickly as he could, because he not only guaranteed his employers he was the fastest courier around, but also because his pay reflected how speedy he was.

He reached his destination, a shop with a door so tiny, you would only notice it if you were specifically looking for it. He knocked three times, and heard the sound of a latch unlocking. He barely fit through the doorway, but he slid through as best he could. Once inside, he ruffled his feathers to help straighten them out while he hastily looked around.

The shop was much more spacious inside than the door would have you think. The walls were covered in shelves, all of which were stocked full of various bottles. Each was labelled with a scenario. Whirl went to look a bit more closely at a shelf, and noted names such as “axe murderer/cabin in the woods”, “giant squid/deepest ocean”, “shadow man/dark forest”.

“Ah, Mr. Whirl, prompt as always,” a voice exclaimed from behind him.

A small monster had come into the room, rubbing his hands together.

“Admiring the product, are we? Have you ever indulged?” asked the monster.

Whirl shook his head in response. The bottles next to him seemed to be rustling quietly, and it was unnerving. He just wanted to get his money, and leave.

“Ah, a very smart move, indeed, nightmares are excessively addictive to our kind” mused the monster. “However? The dreams beside you seem to be calling your name. Perhaps... well, let me gather my package and give you your payment before we consider.”

The monster helped to unload the saddlebags Whirl had been carrying carefully, peering into each bag and examining the contents closely. After checking each bag, the monster nodded, seemingly satisfied. He pulled a bag of coins out of his pocket, and handed it to Whirl. Whirl knew not to count it in front of the monster, it would be considered rude. The mafia always paid sufficiently, anyways.

“But of course,” mused the small monster, “a tip is in order for your hasty delivery. Please, go choose a nightmare from the wall over there. Those are very light nightmares, they will give you just a taste of what our customers feel.”

Whirl was unsure, but he was curious. He knew how addictive dreams were to monsters, he has seen firsthand the results of the addiction. But he was curious...


Later that night, as Whirl was settling down to sleep, he pulled out the bottle from the pouch he had stored it in. He stared at it. And then, without thinking, he uncapped and breathed in the contents of the bottle. Immediately, he fell asleep.


He woke up in the middle of a dark forest. He could feel eyes on him, but as he looked around, he couldn’t see where they were coming from. But someone- or many someones- were watching him. A low growl came from the underbrush. Whirl began to run.

He ran, and ran, and ran.

The presence followed him, wherever he went. Never quite catching him, but always there.

Until he woke up, panting, covered in sweat.

And he wanted more.


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