“Cricket? Crickettt! Cricket, where you at?”

“You’re looking for your cricket?”

Hydrax blushed madly. “H-He’s not my Cricket! What are you—” He stopped upon turning around and seeing who it was. “Er… hello?”

“Hey, man. You looking for something?”

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“Stinger found a bat pony? Huh. Wonder how—”

“Cricket!”

“Meep!” the changeling squeaked as he felt a familiar figure glomping him, causing him to suddenly drop the jar he was holding.

Hydrax looked down, realizing his mistake while watching the tarantula scuttle away. “Uh... oops.”

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“Hey! Cricket!”

“Eep! Oh, hey Hydrax. You needed anything?”

“Eheheh... not exactly. I mean, I just wanna, um...”

“You’re getting a bit red. Did I make it too hot in here? I mean, I did it to let the scorpions roam around the room for a bit. I hope they didn’t escape the room though.”

“Oh, nonono. I just... um... I wanted to—”

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Hydrax grunted as he was harshly shoved to the side, only to be caught by a pair of male changelings, who glared at the perpetrator.

“Come on, man! Stop it!”

“Leave him alone, will ya?”

“What are you two lifeless losers gonna do about it? It’s about time someone taught this little freak a lesson.” He smirked, raising his foreleg up.

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