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For once, this story isn’t about Dark Night. OK, so technically it is. But
it’s not from his point of view at all.
It comes from Megz, aka 2hot4u181. And the narrator of this story.
As most know, I write the enjoyable cases of Dark Night. I also own him on
a separate account. His registered name is ___Dark_Night___. But have you even
LIVED with the guy? I mean actually have to deal with him day in and day out?
Welcome to my world.
“MEGZ!” Dark bellowed from the NeoHome. “DID WE RUN OUT
OF NEOCOLA AGAIN?”
I had just stepped in the door, and he was already
bombarding me with trivial questions.
“Dark, I just got home from school. Can I at
least relax first?” I asked with a sigh.
“Fine,” he grumbled. I had gotten used to that
attitude of his over time. But all the same, it would get on my nerves. I finally
pulled out my CD player and happily listened to “A Night at the Opera”, but
Dark came bursting in again.
“COME ON! I got a case. And get this. I need
your help.”
“Yeah right Dark. April Fool’s day was ages ago,”
I retorted.
“No, I’m serious!” Dark said earnestly.
“Uh-huh. And I think the aliens landed outside
the window Dark,” I rolled my eyes.
"Fine! I’m OUTTA HERE!” Dark stormed off
slamming the door. Usually he didn’t ask for my help with a case, but I figured
I shouldn’t buy into his pranks.
* * *
It was now about 11 o’clock and Dark wasn’t back from his case yet. He rarely
was out that late, even for him. He knew better, and I couldn’t help but worry.
No matter how ANNOYING he was. So I sighed and put on my Fox Racing hoody and
pulled on my sneakers and grabbed a flash light to look for Dark.
I headed down the abandoned streets of Neopia
Central. All the windows were dark, every shop was closed. I strained my ears
for any sound. The only sound was the rustling of leaves on the Money Tree.
I sighed… and noticed some footprints off to my left, in the dirt. They looked
to be about Dark’s size. I hurried over.
I bent down closer to the foot prints. They were
defiantly Dark’s. I followed the trail until it stopped. From what I could tell,
it seemed Dark was putting up a struggle, from the signs of the foot prints
going around in circles. His signature style was running circles around the
opponent.
I stood up straight for a moment, and the wind
whipped wildly at my dirty blonde hair. There was something going on. I couldn’t
tell WHAT it was… but it was something. I sighed, knowing I wouldn’t find any
more clues tonight. I walked back to my NeoHome and went to sleep on the Zen
sofa.
***
The next morning was a Saturday. I wasted no time in searching for Dark Night.
At about 12 in the afternoon I popped into the coffee shop for a cup of hot
cocoa, and sighed. I was no closer to finding Dark Night than I was from affording
a Sword of the Air Faerie. A few of my friends were around. I chatted with them
briefly. I forget how the subject came about, but Keeta asked me where Dark
Night was. I sighed and told him that I didn’t know.
“Don’t know?” she raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah. I don’t know,” I muttered taking a few
stray strands of hair and putting them back in place.
“Was he on a case?” Keeta questioned.
“Yeah. ‘Fore he left he asked me to come with
him. He said something about not being able to do it alone.”
“And you didn’t go?”
“No. I thought it was a joke,” I sighed heavily.
“Hmm… and you said you found nothing on where
he could have gone?”
“I found some of his footprints behind the marketplace,
but they disappeared.”
“They just disappeared?”
“Yeah.”
“That makes no sense!
“Yeah I know!” I snapped irritably. “He might
have been a jerk a lot, but I really do miss him.”
“Look I’ll let you know if I see anything,” Keeta
nodded.
“Thanks,” I muttered and walked out of the coffee
house, feeling more miserable than before.
I continued my search until late into the night.
Part of me wanted to continue on. Part of me had lost all hope. And there was
that nice little middle part of me that was taking this sick enjoyment in this.
I finally walked in tired, a few cuts on my hands (I had a rather nasty run
in with a few rabid petpets). I glanced tiredly at my Neomail box, and found
a new piece of mail. Curious to see what it was, I tore open the envelope. Inside
was a cut and paste ransom note.
If YoU EveR wAnT Two sEE YOUR shoYru aGaiN
PUt 100,000 Nps in the T.P. @ 7 AM
You CannOt FiNd Us You cannot traCE uS.
A paw print was at the bottom. I glared at it
for a moment. I knew that print. It was a paw print of a Gelert, I could tell
by the shape. I had seen plenty of similar paw prints before. I thought for
a moment or so. Thinking wasn’t exactly my strong suit.
The solution smacked me quiet hard! Chances are
Mr. Billion had kidnapped Dark Night for revenge! After all, he had escaped
from prison a few days ago. The next challenge was FINDING him. So I did what
Dark would have probably done, and put myself into Billion’s paws. The idea
was simple enough. So I hopped onto a plane and rode to the abandoned caves
that run on the Northwest side of Mystery Island. I strained my ears again for
any sound. I heard a familiar, yet muffled “GETOFFAME!”
“DARK!” I almost cried outloud. But I didn’t,
because I might have blown my location. I crept next to the cave entrance and
listened.
“OK Billion you’ve HAD your fun! LEMME GO!” Dark
yelled.
"SHADDUP!!” Billion roared. I heard a loud
thud. It sounded like a whip. I couldn’t help myself and I rushed into the cave.
“LET HIM GO!” I yelled so loudly I startled myself.
Billion turned around. “Aww… has the owner come
to save her wittle neopet?”
“Shut up,” I growled lowly.
“What did you just say?” Billion sneered.
“I said let him go… or I’ll… I’ll…” I thought
as I reached into my pocket. “SMACK YOU WITH THIS FISH!” I pulled a large swordfish
out of my pants pocket. (Don’t ask how it got in there, or how I got an entire
fish to fit into my pocket.)
“A fish?” Billion raised an eyebrow.
“YEAH! A fish!” I repeated, and began to use
the swordfish, as it was an actual sword. Dark looked amused. I finally fended
Billion off, after using “Fish-Fu”.
“Weirdo,” Dark snorted.
“This WEIRDO just saved your hide Dark,” I commented
dryly.
“Yeah, thanks,” he nodded. From his tone, he
meant it.
We spent the rest of the day on Mystery Island,
and we both headed back to the NeoHome in Neopia Central.
We still don’t get along, but that’s what I get
for giving him such an attitude. But in all seriousness, I think there’s two
things I’ve learned from the aforementioned adventure.
1. Fish make great weapons.
2. Your pets are important no matter how annoying
they are.
The first one does not apply to the real world.
The End
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