Number three. Oh boy.
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Uekie squeaked loudly at the sound of her master walking into the Item Mall. Metagross only sighed lightly as Fimbulvetr gaped at the scene.
"There's no one here?"
Metagross face-palmed and Uekie mewled lightly, rubbing her head against Fimbulvetr's frilly food cart trailing behind the Genetic. "Yes, Fim," Metagross answered with a sigh, "there's no one here. Does that concern you? No one's supposed to be here."
"But…" Fimbulvetr creased his eyebrows slightly, "but the map is CALLED 'item mall', isn't it? Shouldn't there be SOMEONE?"
"For being an administrator, you're acting oddly silly and unsophisticated in this situation," Metagross stated, picking at his rotting fingernail. Fimbulvetr and Uekie both cringed once the fingernail ripped off his undead skin with a sickening crack, landing on the floor. Metagross glanced at the duo, sighed, and bounced towards the two.
"So, maybe I should make some shops…" Fimbulvetr stated, Metagross sighing loudly and Uekie rapidly nodding her head. Fimbulvetr then left the area after a few seconds, leaving Metagross and Uekie to their lonesome a second time.
Metagross whistled, a talent not many knew the Bongun possessed, and called out, "You can all come out now! He left."
And then at least forty NPCs suddenly crowded the area, pushing each other while doing whatever NPCs do when people aren't watching.
Uekie made a movement suggesting a sigh as the mischievous Bongun shrugged. "I assume this will get Fimbulvetr to actually do something productive. The master has a tendency not to do that, you know."
