Mistic Pets

Welcome to Issue 2
Created by The Mistic Pets Team

Ben Baggz
Written By Hominid

Name: Ben Baggz
Species: (Voodoo) Gourix
Gender: Male
Age: ~10 years (mentally late twenties)
Job: Beanbag Bazaar Keeper

Ben was, at one indefinite point before now, a lonely little plush that went by the name of Benny. Or, at least, that's what the little child that owned him called him, along with Mr. Ben, Benjamin, and, of course, Ben-Bags.

The child was a rather gourix-obsessed little thing, so Ben shared his shelf with an assortment of puppets, books, toys, and Belle, the other gourix plush. Now, for one reason or another, this youngster didn't get out a whole lot; so to be able to distinguish Ben from Belle the two plushes ended up wildly customized. Belle soon sported markered-on makeup, swirling 'tattoos' and a ratty pink tutu. Ben, on the other hand, now has what you see: A cowboy's neckerchief, green little hat and odd-end piercings.

Of course, this showed just how loved the two plushies were. Unfortunately this love didn't last all that many years, as when it was time for the next stage in one's life the room was left abandoned and was soon cleared of any and all gourix paraphernalia, including the two plushies. Belle was, unfortunately, more or less eaten by the family's Lirionox after the child was no longer around, watching and caring for her. Ben was saved that fate; instead, he was shoved in a ragtag box and left for the garbage collector to pick up the next morning.

And so, I guess you're wondering how this plushie ended up as the Ben Baggz you know. Perhaps we've just been pulling your leg and the above has absolutely nothing to do with him, or maybe we're just giving you a long run-around. Well, no need to worry about that.

You see, that 'ragtag' box was actually one of the infamous Voodoo Boxes of Pandoria's conception. It was probably of the used sort, but, as the little plush had been given so much 'life' by his previous owner while sat on that shelf, he must've soaked up some of the leftover magic of those Boxes. It wasn't too long before sunrise that a small fabric-and-stuffing gremlin crawled out of the box and into the world.

It took him a while to understand what this 'voice' thing was, why he could suddenly move all of a sudden, and that cars were things that hurt a bit when they ran over you (- being made of fabric, however, meant he popped back up with only a few stains). Eventually, though, he got the hang of this newfound freedom and soon found that he enjoyed frequenting the shops the happened to be around town. After all, there were those people, those friendly voices, those inviting smells…

And most of all there were children. Children who didn't leave him on a dusty shelf, who patted him on the head and laughed whenever he told a joke (whether it was funny or not). He absolutely adored the little devils, as the nostalgia was more than just a little pleasant for him. It didn’t take him long to adapt to this “culture’ of youth, and to develop a liking of a shopkeeper’s duties.

Both of these things eventually made him decide to open up his own shop; at first he was more than sure he’d like to attempt to take over the selling of plushies, but his own nickname (now changed to be “extra-cool’) steered him towards, of course, beanbags. Stitching himself some “extra living space’ for a slightly more store-owner-y size, Ben settled down, still making and selling bean bags to anyone who could get a smile from them.

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