Mistic Pets

Welcome to Issue 5
Created by The Mistic Pets Team

Mysterious Bob
Written By Eme

From the Logs of Tormic, Renowned Misticpal Enthusiast

When I first heard of the opening of a strange new shop on the beach, I knew that I had to investigate. Rumors of Daydream and Nightmare Imps being seen near the questionable shopkeeper, Makoto, along with the introduction of several new Misticpals into our society drove me to close Forest Misticpals early today and take a nice walk down to the Lighthouse. It wasn't long before I found my final destination, almost directly beneath the cliff the Lighthouse was on.

Makoto did indeed have quite a collection of rare treasures that appealed to me. Fuzzy Gels and Fyshs swam peacefully inside their temporary homes, small bowls filled with seawater and kelp, while Octids glared at me from underneath rocks. I questioned their owner about their origins, lifestyles, and other such important details, but he avoided answering any of them. It became clear that he was nothing more than a common thug who had fallen upon just another source of easy money. He didn't care about any of the details.

I continued to browse his shop, regardless, and chanced upon what appeared to be a volleyball with a dirty handprint on it that was smeared in such a way as to make it resemble a deformed face. Makoto called it Bob, but refused to say anything more about it. Intrigued by this strange “toy,” I purchased it and took it home with me, along with a few of the Misticpals. I spent many hours staring intently into Bob's makeshift eyes, wondering what his story was, but he never uttered a word, as could be expected.

I must have dozed off, for the next thing I remember was the sun disappearing over the mountaintops in the distance, taking the last of the day's light with it. Before the light could disappear entirely, I scrambled to light a candle, accidentally singeing Bob with the flame from my matchstick in the process.

OUCH.

The word boomed in my mind, causing me to drop the matchstick on the floor. It flickered out with a gust of wind, leaving me in darkness once more. “Who...who's there?” I called out anxiously. When no one answered, I again took to lighting a candle, doing so without any difficulties this time. The room was instantly lit up, allowing me to see the face of Bob once more. His usual smiling face has disappeared, replaced by a frown.

You are a clumsy creature.

The mysterious voice appeared in my head once more. I looked about the room, searching for signs of any other living creature, but couldn't find anything. Turning my attention back to Bob, I cautiously reached out a finger, ready to poke him in order to see if he was the source of the voice, somehow. It couldn't be possible, could it?

Do not touch me. There will be consequences for such vile actions.

I retracted my finger quickly and took a couple of steps backwards. “What are you?” I murmured, still feeling a little silly for talking to a volleyball. “What do you want?”

Makoto already told you. I am Bob. I want nothing more than for your ignorant self to leave me be.

My curiosity spiked. If this inanimate object had a conscious, maybe others did. I had to know more about him.

“How is it possible that you're talking to me, in my own mind, nonetheless?”

It is none of your concern.

“I'll poke you for real this time if you don't answer.”

I mentally heard what sounded like a sigh and someone clearing their throat.

Very well. I don't see how it will do any harm.

Smiling, I sat down on the floor and made myself comfortable, staring up at Bob.

I began life as an ordinary volleyball. I was supposed to be shipped to the Toy Factory in order to be sold to a young MisticPet. The ship I was on, however, was caught in a storm and shipwrecked. One of the survivors used me to float to a nearby island. He was so happy to survive, and so lonely, that he painted a face on me. He talked to me all the time, as if I was his friend. We did everything together, and little by little, I started to transform into the entity you see in front of you today. I believe a part of himself rubbed off on me, that his attachment to me helped me to become something other than what I would have been otherwise.

My friend was eventually rescued, but he did not take me with me. Once he was among his own kind once more, he decided that his semi-delusional life on the island was best forgotten. I could not speak at the time, so there was nothing I could do to convince him otherwise. I was left to rot, but now I was conscious of my own existence.

My mind had nothing to do other than wander as I watched the days pass by on the shores of the island. I was rained on, burned by the sun, smacked with coconuts, and above all, I was incredibly bored. There was absolutely nothing to do, and as a result, I began to push the boundaries of my mental abilities. It was through this experimentation that I learned how to project my thoughts into another's mind, much as I am doing now. It is my only way of communicating with another being. I practiced first on Misticpals, learning that I could command them to perform simple feats. I used them to get back into the ocean, so I could drift away, hopefully to civilization.

While I was in the water, I learned that I could also project my mind over great distances. You are familiar with a certain “Daydream Bob,” correct?

I nodded, my eyes growing wider in wonder as understanding dawned upon me.

Daydream Bob is a form my mind takes when I want to travel to places far beyond that of where my body resides. I can access it only when I sleep, but it is much more convenient than this volleyball-shaped body. I can make it move, fly in fact, and interact with my surroundings. I cannot talk through it, however, but I believe that is its only drawback.

I tried to speak, to voice my amazement, but was unable to.

I see that this information is a little too much for you to process all at once. I think I will end my tale here, for now. Perhaps, in the future, you will learn more of my story.

I tried to protest, to get him to speak more, but he refused. It wasn't long before I mentally heard snoring and saw a small Daydream Bob flicker into existence. It flew off far into the night, looking for new adventures without me.

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