Original Post Date: 2025-03-22
I’m no stranger to making weird Petz creatures – I had someone on Petzcord call me a “weird breed appreciator”, and a more apt label has never existed for Ivy “ivymercury” Hydrargyrykennelz.
But what about that one time I swear I summoned an entity to my Petz game?
This is the tale of The Forbidden One, or more properly, Mr. Smiles.
I keep a dream journal because my dreams are strange as hell sometimes. I’ve had dreams involving elevator juice, a basement full of anthropomorphic chameleons, a loose bull in the school, and having lavender lemonade sprinkled over me.
So, on the night of November 25, 2022, when I had a dream about summoning an entity to Petz on a livestream, and hearing from my in-dream chat about another entity named Loopy, I didn’t really question things. After all, I don’t stream, and digital entities are a thing of creepypasta.
This was before I ever got into hexing, so I was attempting to naturally breed things. In this case, I wanted small, fuzzy terrier-like dog, the prototype to my Yorkie. At some point, I had the Pug involved, likely for size purposes.
My most recent dog, Anwen, was pregnant. This was probably anywhere from three to twelve attempts in, so I was really hoping to get something that looked good.
And then I got him.
Mr. Smiles, called such because of the markings his pug face gave him, was an odd but normal pet at first. My roomie found him unsettling, but that was before they really got used to Petz’s art style, so I just thought it was that.
Then things started… happening.
As biology students, I and my roommate both know that scientists are a superstitious lot. “If we don’t stand near the centrifuge it’ll explode”-type things, mostly. But we accepted we had a curse. Generally it was technology-related, such as my laptop not liking the programs we needed to process our data, or an equipment issue, such as the lenses that were off by 0.6 centimetres (about a quarter inch).
Until this incident. We were running samples of our hair for DNA gel electrophoresis (the experiment isn’t really relevant to the story). I’d just dyed my own hair, so we used my roomie’s, and our not-partners-but-adjacent-lab-group were using the hair of our class’ Resident Genius.
And the gel turned out like… this:
As you can see from lane 4, Resident Genius had none of his hair samples show up, but there was a suspiciously overlaid smiley face-shaped smudge on the image.
After getting this weird dog and suffering a weird string of curses? Yeah, this pretty much confirmed that I needed to do something.
Because I don’t use PetzA profiles, I have a bunch of folders for my various projects and such. I decided to feed and treat Mr. Smiles as well as I could, then put him in a hidden folder to “seal” him away.
To do so, and to counteract the curse, I decided to breed what I considered a “lucky dog”, which turned out to be a green-eyed Dalmatian with lots of spots. (No picture for obvious reasons.) I put her in with him, buried the folder, and thought that was the end of it.
We stopped referring to him by name, instead referring to him as “The Forbidden One”. (After all, if we call out to him, he’ll return to the real world – or that was the logic, anyway.) The curse faded after that, and since then, we’ve had a lot less failures of equipment and stuff too.
But that wasn’t the end! In the process of writing this post, I spoke Mr. Smiles’ name aloud without thinking. The next lab my roomie had, the equipment started to get finicky…
*wearing a tinfoil hat* That’s what they want you to believe!
Jokes aside, I really doubt Mr. Smiles was an actual entity living in my geriatric laptop. But the timing and coincidence of the whole thing – dreaming about a Petz entity, then getting a weird pet and a string of mishaps – was too good to pass up.
Have you got any stories of weird Petz situations you’ve had? If so, feel free to let me know!
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