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I stare at the ceiling inside inside of his mushroom home, thinking back the previous 6 months of my life. My name is Chernov, and I'm the village chemist and doctor, I am quite proud of my work and had been very liked among my fellow smurfs. Even though everyone knows the fact that I'm half smurf, half human.

Being a natural chemist, I often makes chemicals and drugs which the smurfs or me might need for one day, Ethanol made from the smurfberries is used as antiseptic and Morphine made from the opium plants growing nearby as an anesthetic. I also made many other drugs such as Ibuprofen for fever, common colds, sickness, and minor pains; Sildenafil for dilating the circulatory system; Smurfane, a smurf version of cocaine made from smurfberries, also for anesthetic; Smurfout, a pill which makes smurfs stronger; Smurftats, also a pill which makes smurfs smarter; and various other drugs.

With various drugs and chemicals that help treats the smurfs injuries, if they had any, there's a chance that they can be abused and result in an addiction. So I created a drug called, Fixer, a pill which blocks the dopamine chemicals in the brain produced by an addictive drug. However, it's only temporary and addictions are hard to kick. So it must be combined with a couple of other drugs and some ethanol in order to kick the habit.

Without warning, I would go into random smurfs homes once I confirmed that they are abusing my drugs. I drags them back to my house against their will and forced a chemical mixture made out of various substance down their throat to kick the addiction, and they always work. Then I spends some time with the smurfs cheering them up as they were very distraught from the experience. Once they were cheered up, I send them off after giving me their thanks.

It is a great job being a chemist and a doctor at the same time, I helped a lot of smurfs despite what goes wrong. However it is not enough for me, not to much happens around here in the Smurf Village these days.

I wanted to go out in an adventure. More specifically, I wanted to scout the entire area for whatever that's worth seeing. With that in mind, I got off of his couch and leave home where I head towards' Papa Smurf's house. The village leader hasn't been busy for awhile and was reading Quotations by Brainy Smurf when I walked in, Papa Smurf put the book down as he gets up from his stool. "What's wrong Chernov?" he asked, looking very concerned.

"My human genes is what," I told him, "They're telling me to go out and explore about a thousand kilometers of land surrounding the Smurf Village, and I can't deny them any longer."

Papa Smurf was surprised to hear that, I could tell by the look on his face. "You want to smurf what?"

"I want to explore the world," I said, "Not exactly the entire world, just for two weeks."

"The last smurf who done so was Dreamy," said Papa Smurf, "It didn't end so well, it's a dangerous world out there Chernov. I'm warning you."

"Old timer, I've been injured by Gargamel in the first few weeks of my life. I've blown my house up too many times to be counted, I've burned myself with acid, and I got shot by foreign creatures. I know what dangers lie outside of the Smurf Village because it's just as dangerous at home, you have no idea how stressed I am."

"All work and no play?"

"Smurf right. I'll bring back some information I've gathered during my trip, and I won't return without it. I'm going to leave tomorrow, enough said."

So I walked out of there and heads back home, leaving Papa Smurf dumbfounded but now less surprised. I am a workaholic, I never play. I'm not interested in games, just work. One time, I did everyone's jobs for a week since things got tough for the smurfs.

It didn't take long for word to spread about my quest, everyone knew that trying to talk me out of something is impossible as I always made up my mind. But they can see to it on what am I trying to accomplish, whatever I'm trying to work for.

I sealed up my windows by closing the aluminum shutters on the outside. Once they are close, nobody dare try to bother me. Well that sometimes doesn't work once Brainy shows up, knocking on my front door and pissing me off. I simply ignored him, I ignored everyone as I prepared my things in my bug out bag. Usual flash light, flint lighter, some food rations, a water pack, a water bottle, a journal and some writing utensils, a map, a compass, and that's pretty much about it.

I stared at myself in the mirror, looking at my grass green skin amidst the dim light of my electric lantern. I always wore a camouflaged smurf hat and a pair of camouflage smurf pants with thick sole army boots, I sometimes wore a jacket but it is summer and the temperature is often 38 degrees Celsius on a daily basis. So decided not to bring my jacket, I soon regretted that.

With my secondary weapon, a simple combat knife placed at my belt, I seemed to be ready to go. Staring at my skinny 4 centimeter tall frame is quite boring, not to mention my legs are straight. This is all due to my human genes, from my father. More on him later.

The thought on what I am going to do during my trip sounds simple enough, for the sake of knowledge. It seems to be a wise choice and I get time away from home, time away from the smurfs in particular. Enjoying the great outdoors and killing squirrels, for food of course. It must be an adventure of a lifetime, I shouldn't screw it up.

I had a map of the area around the smurf village, going about 10 to 20 kilometers. Seeing the distance between Gargamel's hovel and the Smurf Village, it's no wonder he never found us. That goes for other human settlements within the area as they are several kilometers apart, no where near the Smurf Village. I'm going to be venturing off into the wilderness, away from any form of civilization. Just the way I like it.

With everything all set and ready to go, I step out to say my goodbyes to the smurfs. One by one, they all try to convince me not to leave. I told them I'll be gone for two weeks, that does not seem to make things any better for them. Brainy took this personally, since he and me are close friends. I'm the only one who listens to him and he listens to me in return, he's going to be on his own for awhile.

Smurfette is in love with me, but I am not in love with her. So we simply hugged, "Be careful," she said.

"Remember not to get too cute on the smurfs when I'm gone," I advised her, "And please do not panic if I go missing, and don't cry if the smurfs managed to find my rotted bloated corpse."

"I won't Chernov," she said.

Moving on to other smurfs, like Handy and Hefty. They seemed to be less upset compared to the other smurfs, Dabbler however is the most emotional. Greedy wants to bake me a good luck cake, but I refused by saying I can't stomach it.

Just as I head back to my house, Papa Smurf rushed up to me and handed me a whistle. "If you blow in this whistle, you'll be immediately..."

"Transported back to the Smurf Village?" I asked.

"How'd you know?"

"I know everything Papa Smurf."

"Really?"

"3,453 x 653 = 2,254,809."

The look on Papa Smurf's face says it all, he's impressed. "Alright," he said, "You seem you can handle yourself."

"Can any smurfs handle themselves?" I asked.

"Course they do."

"I'll keep that in mind until Gargamel tracks me down, I have something for him if he ever tries to eat me. Thanks for the insurance policy."

With the whistle in hand, I turned back around and head back home. I didn't look back.

TO BE CONTINUED...