Mistic Pets

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Created by The Mistic Pets Team

Infestation!
Written By Ryuuko & Malik

The sun rose on that fateful morning as it had every other day, pulling itself over the horizon and gently nudging awake groggy Misticans with its morning light. Alex dragged himself out of bed as he always did and stumbled towards kitchen where his mother was preparing breakfast. However, this day would prove to be anything but normal.

"Alexander," his mother called to him sweetly, "guess what today is?" Alexander tried to grin as he shoveled Pancakes into his mouth; whenever his mom sounded like that, it meant something awesome was going to happen that day, and what could possibly be more awesome than going to his daycare? He loved it. They had tons of toys and other kids to play with. Best of all, nothing bad ever happened in daycare.

"Come on honey, it's time to go, are you ready?"

Nodding with anticipation, Alexander took his mom's paw and together they headed out for what was sure to be a great day.

The second he stepped foot in his daycare center, however, Alex's excitement disappeared; there were pink hearts and white lace absolutely everywhere, and all of the other boys seemed to be cowering in a corner while the girls bombarded them with cards and gifts. "Oh dear Pandora..." he muttered, his eyes wide with sheer terror.

He whipped around as his mother turned to leave, clinging to her leg before she even had a chance to finish her "good-bye."

"Oh please, mom, please please please don't make me stay here!" he pleaded, tears welling in his eyes.

"Why not, dear?" his mother implored, stroking his head.

By now Alex was visibly shivering and his teeth were chattering rather loudly. He looked at his mother at his mother and whispered, "Because the girls have gone mad."

“Oh, silly, you’re so dramatic. Everything’s fine. In fact, things are going to be wonderful today; I guarantee it.” She got a soppy glint in her eye as she shared a knowing glance with the daycare leader, and Alex pulled away from her, realization dawning on his face. Whatever it was that infected the girls, it had his mom too: she had betrayed him. She was most likely in league with the enemy. Pulling away from her, he barely heard his mother as she called out to him to have a nice day before going on her way. Alex was already thinking as fast as his little brain could muster. There had to be a way he could protect himself and he had to do it fast, before the girls realized he had arrived. But it was far too late for that.

"Oh Aleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeex!" a horrible, high-pitched voice screeched. Alex screamed and dove behind a toy box, but it was already too late -- he had been spotted.

"Oh Alex, come out here, you silly little Belragoth!" the she-beast called, peaking over the box with a devious grin on her face.

"W-wh-what do you want, Chelsea?" Alex stuttered, trying his best to melt into the wall behind him.

"Oh Alex, you do know what today is, don't you?" she smirked, reaching out her paw. Alex squirmed out of the way just in time.

"The end of the world?”

Chelsea giggled, blushing slightly and stumbling forward to grab Alex's hand. It was absolutely disgusting.

"No, silly pants, it's Valentine's Day!"

Alex's face turned white. There was no hope for survival. He backed away slowly as Chelsea advanced on him, puckering her lips in a way that made Alex's stomach heave and threaten to reveal to the whole daycare what he had eaten for breakfast. “Stay away, Chelsea!” he warned, his voice an octave higher than usual. But it was a feeble attempt and they both knew that Chelsea had the upper hand. The inevitable was about to happen and Alex scrunched his face up in despair.

Chelsea tackled him to the ground. Alex thrashed and shouted and tried to fight her off, but it was all in vain; she turned his head towards her and planted a big, wet kiss right on his lips. Alex was mortified; his eyes were as big as dinner plates, and his mouth moved wordlessly. Chelsea stood up and ran off giggling to go gossip with her girlfriends, leaving Alex lying on the ground in complete shock. Finally he managed to scramble to his feet and run, screaming, to the other boys, begging for their help. But the other boys were wild-eyed with fear.

"Alex," his best friend David whispered, in shock, "You've got Cooties." They all backed away from him as though he had the plague -- which, in Alex's mind, couldn't have been a more accurate comparison. His mouth gaped in absolute revulsion as he looked at himself: there they were! He could see them crawling around on his clothes and skin like little vile messengers of destruction.

He flopped down on the ground and rolled around, trying to squish them against the rug. "No Alex, think of the toys!" one boy called, but it was too late. Alex had contaminated the floor and the toys, but he had succeeded in brushing them off. Now was the time to escape.

Screaming at the top of his lungs like the manly man he was, Alex ran and dove behind a stack of blocks. He took one look at his terrified friends, however, and something else replaced his fear: courage. He knew he had to fight the cooties off, or else the entire daycare would be consumed and all of the boys would become just as gushy and disgusting as the girls. He picked up a block in his paw and glanced over the wall of his makeshift fortress at the approaching army.

"It's go time."

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