Mister Gadget's FurryLand

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"Where am I?" you ask. You slowly check your surroundings. You are in what looks like a barren, white room. Letters written on the walls flow left to right and right to left. You scratch your head as you try to figure out what is going on only to discover that you have stubby horns. Drawing back your hand, you discover green, scaly skin. "What is going on?" A quick check reveals your wings (detached from your arms) and tail with red spikes at the end. Thankfully, you are 180 cm tall (or 5 feet 10 inches for those who don't use the metric system—or 10.866 inches if you really want to get technical).

"Drac," interrupts a booming voice. You turn to see three elderly people appear out of nothing. "We are the gods of Wattpad. We have found you guilty of writing too many engaging cliffhangers and being too good at research (aka stalking). You are also too good at description for your own good."

"So I'm being punished for being a decent writer?"

"We don't make the rules." One of the other beings whispered something into the ear of the first. "Oh, right. We do make the rules...being gods and all. You're punishment is either having one of the 'L's in your username removed or being trapped forever in a cartoon of our choosing. Which do you—"

"Trapped in a cartoon."

"You don't want to think about it a moment?"

"Nope."

"Any questions before we finish sentencing?"

"Yeah, why am I an anthropomorphic dragon?"

"It has something to do with your sentencing; for we have chosen you to be sucked into the world of...My Little Pony."

You fall to your knees and scream and blood-curdling scream.

"JK," said the "leader" god. "We aren't that cruel. No, you will be sent to the show Pokémon." You nod your head slowly; at least it isn't My Little Pony. "You will be Ash's newest Pokémon."

You again fall to your knees and scream. "Nooo!! Not Ash! Anybody but Ash! He's incompetent, and he only ever uses Pikachu."

"The decision is final." The god-judge bangs his gavel.

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