Hunter: Adri Hatter
It was a normal Wednesday afternoon on the Because Reasons. The lights flickered their familiar blues and reds on the control panel as we soared through the stars. I sat leaning back on my chair with a cup of the greenest tea this side of the galaxy when Ryder beamed onto the ship.
"How was work?" I asked.
Since things have been quiet on this side of the galaxy, and Monster Hunting didn't always cut it for paying the bills, we'd both picked up side jobs. I worked in the Intergalactic Patrol Agency, where I kept watch over minor planets with my nifty tools and a siren hat. Ryder worked assembling laser beams, bombs, nuclear weapons, rubber duckies, and whatever else they had her assemble. She was very good at it, and since then, she'd figured how to repair most anything on the ship.
Other than those two holes in the ceiling.
"It was good." she replied, grabbing a cone of bright radioactive ice cream from the freezer. "Someone stole one of the mats though,"
"A place mat?"
"That too, but also Mat Squidlegs. He vanished."
I shot up from my chair, nearly spilling my tea. "Wait! Were there any other 'mats' stolen? Anything else with the word 'mat' in the name?"
"Well, Mat Laserchair wasn't there, but we thought he might have called out sick, he always does." She licked her ice cream. "Why? Is there an epidemic?"
I started rummaging through the drawers to find the Monster Hunter's Handbook. It'd been so long since we'd had a case, but I knew this had to be the work of... "Aha!" I shouted, finding the page. "It's the Marburgs." I pointed to the entry page. "They steal Mats, mats, and matts. Sometimes even Mattes"
"Huh," said Ryder eating her ice cream.
"Killerr!" I sighed and reminded her of all her favorite MeTube-ers who happen to also be Mats.
"Oh!" she shot up from her chair. "We need to stop them and save the mats!
I grabbed my handy Butterfly Net and Bubble Gun. Ryder threw the Icecream at a sulking Slither that liked to hang around the walls of the main deck and tapped the horn on her head, making it glow.
I flipped the Bubble Gun around and put it in my holster. "Man, it feels good to be back"
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