@Arceus the Evoker has eluded us again. Instead of cornering either Arceus or the Arceus doppelgänger in the access tube, Nasalite and I discovered the horrifying scene in the secret decks in the underbelly of the station.

As a Psy Corps Cadet, I knew immediately I was in over my head. I notified my superiors and the station was quickly locked down, resulting in a serious disruption of station life. Nasalite and I are sitting tight, hoping that @Arceus the Evoker will be caught in the swiftly closing net.

Murder? Was Arceus (or the Arceus doppelgänger) really responsible for this?
Evokers certainly have a reputation as trouble makers of epic nature, but murder is not usually their MO -- especially not one this savagely brutal. The psychic forensic evidence is still being gathered, while Nasalite and I stand back and let the professionals do their job.

But the murder is only part of it. Apparently nobody seems to have known about the facilities on the underside of the station. While the station is known for using "good vibes" to help temper the general mood on Earth, the fact that very "bad vibes" have been being applied in equal measure comes as a shock. How long has this been going on? And who is behind it?

If anyone has any information concerning these matters, please contact your local Psy Corps office.

"Squeeeeeee! Squee squee squee squee."

"Yes, and can you describe them?" I ask.

Herman Undie's Mipi, Streamon--who represents as a strange starry vegetable--was apparently attacked by @Arceus the Evoker on deck 9 of the space station. Freshman Undie has a hard time controlling his Streamon and it frequently runs away and is unattended.

"Squee squee squee squee SQUEEEE squee squee squee squee."

Arceus had attempted to eat Streamon, but was momentarily paralyzed--and potentially permanently disfigured--by Streamon's anesthetic fluid, which is especially potent.

"Squee squee squee squee squee squee."

Arceus then disappeared into a maintenance access tube. There has been only this single confirmed siting, which means the Arceus the Evoker doppelgänger has yet to be spotted.

Nasalite snorfed a scent sample from Streamon's still weeping norfnorf, and has headed down the access tube. I am in pursuit, with my trusty Psy Corps issue flashlight in hand.

Nasalite and I have already been assigned another big case. Transdimensional fugitive @Arceus the Evoker has escaped Psy Corps custody and fled to the Psychic Space Station. However, through an accident involving hyper-semantic doubling during the teleportation process, Arceus has been split into two distinct beings. So now there are two of them loose on the station.

Unlike prior instances of such teleportation accidents, Arceus seems to have been split into two identical copies, rather than polar opposite personalities [REF: Stardate 1672.1] and thus is twice as troublesome as before.

Nasalite has started snorfling around the station, and we expect to pick up on at least one of their trails shortly. Given Arceus' erratic nature, there will likely be a wake of chaos to follow as well, including littering, lack of tipping, and maniacal laughter.

So as not to create a panic on the station this is an undercover operation and I'm working out of uniform. Nasalite has donned a large mustache and glasses in order to keep our presence on the station as quiet as possible.

And that's how Nasalite and I were awarded the Psy Corps' Medal of Honor—by @Junior Agent LuLu herself!

Upon returning to Junior Psy Corps HQ, Nasalite sneezed the kindly old man into a containment chamber. After the anesthetizing effects of Nasalite's mucus wore off, the kindly old man readily admitted to the whole scheme—how, after introducing Mipies to a new generation of bioengineered pet consumers, he tricked unwary students into allowing themselves to be experimented on as a way to pay back the voluminous debts they'd accumulated through his gambling con games. By creating human/Mipi hybrids, the kindly old man hoped to create a whole new kind of Mipi—one more suited to today's jaded youth, but that could also serve as board members for a shady corporate cabal to further his dreams of domination of the global market.

Meanwhile, @Sammy Watson, @Eva_Riffic's Onionator Erasmus P Hardington, and other students that had been transformed to Mipies are undergoing reverse gene therapy in an attempt to return them to their original human states. Doctors give the procedure a 50/50 chance.

As for the Mipies liberated from the kindly old man's hidden lab, they are all in need of good homes! That's why the Junior Psy Corps is sponsoring an Adopt-a-Mipi event all this weekend at the Spoonbender. Drop by and take home your new forever friend today!

"Hellllllllllllp ussssssssss!" squealed the Razorite, who was cutting off the ropes Nasalite and I had been bound with.

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhep uzzzzzzzzzzzzz..." hissed the Shloo, who was norfing at my boot with its snout.

"Hi there!" chirped a Winklet.

Before long, Nasalite and I were free from our bonds, huddling with a group of very serious Mipies in another wing of this abandoned science lab, learning about the strange power the kindly old man held over them. As a youth, he had been one of the top Mipi trainers in what was then a very niche market. Then, when the original Mipies were forgotten as yesterday's fad, he went mad, became obsessed, and purchased the last remaining IP -- actual biologic cuttings from the original Mipi strain.

It was then that he returned to his alma mater to take up residence in the now abandoned labs he'd first attended science class in at the school.

"And I would have gotten away with it too--" came the voice of the kindly old man behind us.

"SNORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!"

Thinking quickly, Nasalite had inhaled the kindly old man into his left nostril.

"WELL WELL WELL. AND WHAT DO WE HAVE HERE?"

Nasalite and I were trundled into a decrepit laboratory, full of bubbling vats and tubes, and a host of Mipies of all shapes and sizes. In the center of it all was an enormous creature, with a giant head with oversized features and puffy arms and legs. It was vaguely humanoid, for a Mipi. And strangely familiar.

On closer inspection, it was @Sammy Watson, but superdeformed and alarmingly oversized.

"I'm, uh... Junior SPECIAL Agent Avery, of the Psy Corps, and we're here to rescue you, Sammy Watson!"

"BWAA HA HA HA HA!" Sammy's laugh thundered through the room. His head and arms seemed to sway in slow motion. "BUT I HAVE ALREADY BEEN SAVED!!! I HAVE BECOME THE HYBRID HEAD OF A NEW WORLD! HALF MAN, HALF BUSINESS!!! ALREADY, THE MIPIES ARE THE CENTER OF THE NEW ECONOMY. ALL THAT THEY NEEDED WAS A HUMAN MIND TO MINE! A HUMAN MIND TO MELD WITH! ALL THAT THEY NEEDED WAS A... WAS A..."

Sammy Watson began to look very sleepy. He swayed back and forth a few times, then fell forward, flat on his enormous superdeformed face.

The surrounding Mipies looked startled, then afraid, and scurried to his giant inert body.

Just then, a kindly looking old man appeared from the shadows behind some lab equipment.

"You Mipies -- the ones with hands -- roll him back into the vat. And prepare this new one for the procedure."

A small platoon of Mipies swarmed Nasalite and I and hauled us away down a long dark hallway.

At the bottom of the steps, Nasalite fell into a puddle.

"SNORRRP! SNORRRP!"

"Shush your snorfling" I whispered. "We're SPYING!"

We were fifty feet underground at least, under the woods behind the science lab, and the walls were wet and drippy. Cut from the bedrock itself, like a hallway. I lit the path with my Psy Corps issue flashlight and Nasalite led the way.

After a turn or two, we heard a distant din, and soon the glow of lights beyond the next corner. I flicked the flashlight off.

"SNORRRP! SNORRRP!"

"I said HUSH Nasalite!" I whispered as hard as I could.

"SNORRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!"

Too late, I realized we were under attack.

Nasalite followed @Sammy Watson's trail all around campus, from the field behind the gym to his dorm room, multiple trips around the commons and to the psychic ATM, down to the boat house, and finally to the woods behind the science lab.

"SNORRRP! SNORRRP! SNORRRP!"

Nasalite snorfled around the bushes a bit looking for the trail and rustled up a Trailerbite! Battle ensued, and we won. Which frankly isn't surprising since Nasalite has been with me through all the Psy Corps fighting training. So I popped that Trailerbite into a Mip Case and Nasalite continued tracking.

Deeper into the woods, a Pincan appeared from behind an old log, and before you know it I had another new Mipi in a Mip case. Nasalite was getting hungry but luckily there were a bunch of Esterberries nearby. The Pincan was probably attracted to them.

We followed an overgrown path along a stream and Nasalite started snorfling in the water and what do you know a Hoseator latched onto Nasalite's nose (which is also his body)! At that stage of development, Hoseators are just mostly flimsy tubes and can't do much, so it was another battle won and another Mipi in a Mip case. You can really clean up in the woods behind the science lab. But I was already down to only two empty Mip cases. I wish they were smaller so you could carry more.

At the end of the path we found a tiny concrete building, stained from rain and age. Looked like a pump house of some kind. The rusty door was locked, but it had a keyhole and I was able to put my Psy Corps lock picking training to use.

Inside was a slippery looking metal staircase heading down into the darkness. I've pulled out my Psy Corps issue flashlight, and Nasalite is leading the way...

It's only my first semester in Junior Psy Corps and already they're giving me a big case.

You've probably seen the Junior Psy Corps cadets jogging around campus in our invisibility suits. There's a lot of physical training involved in Junior Psy Corps, but there's criminology too. Professor Lulu is our instructor, who used to be @Junior Agent LuLu when she was a student here. She says she wants my help solving this case.

@Sammy Watson has gone missing. We think it's related to illegal betting on Mipi battles, and me and my Mipi are especially suited to find him.

"SNORRRP! SNORRRP!"

You just relax there, Nasalite! He's like a big nose on legs, ready to chase the scent and figure out the mystery.

Go get 'em, Nasalite!