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Snoooooooooooooore. . . SNOOOOOOoooooooreee. . .
Popo had unimaginably found himself in a pitch-black room. Suddenly, everything was in shape of buildings from long ago, people dressed strangely, and himself sitting in the middle.
"Huh? Where. . . Am I?" Popo looked around. He saw castles and villages, towns and prisons. Warriors, magicians, beggars, and cloaked people swarm the sandy streets. "Whoa. What the heck is happening here?!" Just then, he noticed a little creature on his side in the shape of a dragon, staring at Popo with big, sparkling eyes. "Coo?" "Aww, aren't you a cute fell-" The dragon suddenly roared like a lion. "ROAR!" It made Popo feel very small. Silence stood still for a moment, before the dragon fluttered away, using his teeny tiny wings, leaving Popo speechless.

After a while had seemed to pass, he came to mind and decided to wander the streets in search for help. Upon finding a building, the hanging sign read, "Fortunate helpers".
Popo entered it through what seemed like a hole for dogs and cats to go through (Popo's seen them a few times through Shara's room window) and waddled over to the front counter. "Greetings, my friend. Come for help? Here, imprint your paw on this appointment list with some ink. Don't forget to clean up after yourself." said the front counter hamster. His brooch tag read, "Hi, my name is Gabriel". Popo quickly switched back to the list and on it laid a bunch of paw prints. Luckily, he was going to take the 14th spot. He stuck his whole right paw into the black bowl of ink and slammed his paw onto the 14th circle.

As Popo then scurried over to a seat, a purely white hamster with bright, red eyes looked at him. "What a charming girl! Hope she'll like me. . ." he thought to himself. "Bye, Doc!" she shouted. A light brown spotted hamster with a Mohawk hairdo between his ears followed after the female. "See, hun? That wasn't so bad, solving our relationship issues, right?" he told her in a low voice. Having assumed that she already had a boyfriend, he sank down in his seat.

"NUMBER 14, PLEASE COME INSIDE THE DOOR!" Gabriel, the front counter hamster, shouted. "Oh, that's me!" Popo said to himself and walked to the door, slightly nervous.

He pushed the door only to find a female hamster with tiny glasses on her nose and wearing a pure white coat, standing in front of him with a grin. She said, "Hello, what is your name, mister?" She said in a low, calm voice. He stuttered, "M-My name's Po-po. What's y-yours, ma'am?"
"Oh, right. I forgot to introduce myself, heh! My whole name is Victoria Fuzzball, but you can just call me Vik. I've been assigned to assist you, Popo. Now, let me lead you to my room."

Vik gently grabbed his wrist and rushed past a few doctors, running as if she was a human dragging someone. When they reached a door titled, "1337", she squeezed herself through the floppy door. "Man, that must be a really thick coat, huh Vik?" Popo asked. "Indeed it is! Strange enough, it doesn't warm or cool me. New hamnology here is pretty awesome." she replied in a happy tone. "Come on in!"

Meanwhile back at Shara's home. . .

Mrs. Bristlen (breh-sil-len), mother of Shara Bristlen, sighed with exhaustion after washing the dirty dishes from last night's feast: Crawfish with fried rice, broccoli, mashed potatoes, and pork chops. "Oh, dear me. . . At least it's all over with." Mrs Bristlen said to herself. Slowly standing up from the leather chair, she walked over to the fridge, pulled out a water bottle, and sat back down to chug down. "Ah! I think I should go check on Popo, now." Slowly standing up, but rejuvenated, she walked over to Shara's room. Right then and there, she knew something was awry.

"Popo?" she whispered, but no answer came. Quickly, Mrs. Bristlen removed the cage lid and picked up the plastic house. Popo was laying there, snoozing. Above his head was a bubble that showcased where and what was happening. "Popo is. . . Dreaming?" She rubbed her eyes in disbelief, yet it was still there. She stuck her finger through the bubble but all that happened was the bubble being poked through. It didn't seem to affect the inside, though. "Oh, no! Shara will be angry and sad with me if this isn't resolved! I'll have to contact the veterinarian quickly!" Mrs. Bristlen rushed out Shara's bedroom and into the kitchen to pick up the phone and dial the vet number.

Part two complete at last! I hope this has interested you well. ^_^ Part three should come out around Wensday to Saturday. Darn art class and it's weekly sketches D:<