Abaddon declined Maccy’s offer to join the Coppers. All
the Buzz wanted to do at night was sleep. But both of them kept in touch, and
they always stirred away from talks about Maccy’s dad.
It was the week after that incident, and Abaddon
had realized he had been writing fictional stories in his journal. They centered
around the adventures in his dreams, which he found very odd. They were always
linked together. Normal dreams were random.
But the setting was always the same, with his
slumber trips, drifting upon a giant boat with a Lupe and a Lenny. No land in
sight, all of the settlements were artificial islands made of metal. Where food
was obtained, was a question not needed.
Abaddon also had a hard time remembering that
the Neopians in his dreams, were just not real. He worried for his mental health
and requested that he meet a doctor about it. There was a lot of reluctance
toward this subject. But his owner would have had to actually say something
aloud to protest, so he got his appointment.
All Abaddon got was the address to his meeting.
The place was found in Mystery Island. It was located in a neighborhood that
was very near to the beaches. The houses were made of straw and lined on wooden
catwalks that spiralled around this small sandy hill.
To the Buzz, the place seemed a bit average for
a psychiatrist’s office. But then again, his owner had always been a cheapskate.
He found the hut, and used the Noil shaped ornament on it to knock the door.
A silver-coated Lupe creaked the door open. “Are you Abaddon?” he asked.
Abaddon nodded and entered the office where a
red couch laid. Abaddon sat on it, while his psychiatrist sat near a wooden
desk. He saw the Lupe sort through several important-looking papers, and finally
putting them into a drawer.
He then took out a clipboard, and watched Abaddon
intently. “So tell me about your dreams Abaddon.”
The Buzz scratched his head. “Well, all I can
remember is what happened last night. Since, my master made me drink a whole
lot of coffee before coming here. " He reached into his backpack, and took out
his journal. “I’m positive that I wrote down what happened, that night.”
The Lupe wrote a few notes down, and lifted his
head to listen. Abaddon opened to his latest entry
Zannibar, Maccy, and I, had been drifting for quite a while, and were near
death from boredom. So I asked Zannibar about something that I couldn’t ask
before. “Hey Zanni, mind telling me what happened in this ‘End’ war.”
The Lupe appeared hesitant, and nodded happily.
“Sure, now how did it go again... oh yeah!” His face suddenly became overshadowed,
and he talked in a stern and solid voice.
A few years ago, the night sky filled up with strange images. The colors and
patterns all seemed to have illustrated a great battle above our heads. But
this was of truth, for a creature of foreign origin was trying to break through
Neopia’s protective barrier.
The sky became a perpetual black, and we all
held our breath on the battle’s outcome. But he did not lose, and then that
dreadful day finally came. “End” as we deem him to this day, shot out of the
sky like a raging meteor.
The night sky followed along with his impending
evil, leaving alone an empty purplish color above our heads. He splashed into
the sea literally becoming one with it. His first victim was the Mystery Island.
End caused a huge tidal wave that engulfed the island in one fell swoop. He
absorbed the whole island into his watery being.
Of course the Neopians didn’t want any of this
to continue, so they all formed a huge army. One led by the strongest of warriors
known. Everyone gave their best, and they triumphantly won against the beast.
But the victory was bittersweet, in revenge of
the final blow End self-destructed. Only a few of the brave warriors survived
the onslaught. His waves absorbed nearly all the lands that covered Neopia leaving
only a few patches of deserts. The world of Neopia became nothing more than
a huge water ball.
It was then I interrupted with a question. “Zannibar, are you willing to tell
me that this entire planet is just water?”
“What happened to all the worlds? Tyrannia, Meridell,
“All gone... absorbed into End before he disappeared
into nothingness. It’s said that he still resides in our world but in a different
“How many Neopians are still present?” I asked.
“The Neopets... and Petpets. "
There was a long pause. “What about the owners?”
“They all disappeared along with End... ” Zannibar
appeared hurt. “I’ve heard rumors that some are still around, but I don’t believe
these tales. Now come on, let me continue with the story.”
Supposedly, End’s influence had caused several mutations on our world. The
faeries turned into the living boats we sail in, and scraps of metal left from
ruined cities formed into metallic settlements. Also, it seems that each sea
has its own distinctive trait.
“And that’s when I ‘woke up’,” explained the Buzz, who neatly closed his book.
The psychiatrist was holding his pencil stiffly. As if he hadn’t been writing
anything down the whole time the story was being told.
He raised a brow and asked Abaddon. “What do
you mean by that?”
Abaddon took a long sigh. “Well that’s my problem
doc. All my dreams are attached, like some sort of series of stories. I sleepwalk
a lot because of these dreams. Heck, I tampered with all the art supplies in
my room last night, and made a huge mess! And you know what? The images I painted
on the walls actually looked like something... I took a picture and pasted it
along with my latest journal entry. Look.”
The plushie reopened his book and showed the
snapshot of the painting. “I think it’s supposed to be the monster from Zannibar’s
The doctor nibbled on the eraser tip of his pencil
then laughed. “You certainly have quite the imagination Abaddon. Now, don’t
think that I’m thinking you’re crazy, it’s just that I feel that maybe your
taking these dreams too seriously. This probably explains why they’re occurring
so much and the sleepwalking. "
Abaddon nodded and sighed, “Yea, maybe that’s
just it. "
The psychiatrist gave the Buzz a sympathetic
look. “Hey if your still having problems, you can always come back here. " Abaddon
smiled weakly at the Lupe, and closed the door behind him.
No one was home when Abaddon opened the door.
His owner must have went to work in the factory early. The Buzz walked up into
his room where he was set aback with something new. A green Zafara plushie was
leaning besides the sewing box.
He picked up the new plushie. It was one size
too small. Abaddon sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “You’re not helping."
He was referring to his owner.
Oddly enough the little plushie reminded him
of Clover. He smiled at the small thing, and decided to give it a very basic
design. Blue jeans and a white shirt with the sleeves torn off, then he got
a grey plaid cloth. It was grey with horizontal blue stripes, and red vertical
stripes. The Buzz made the cloth into a nice sleeveless jacket. But when Abaddon
was done, he felt that the little thing was missing something.
He then got some yarn and started weaving a tiny
scarf with a blue and orange pattern. One that was just the right size to go
around the plushie’s neck perfectly. “You’re a cute little girl aren’t you?”
he said aloud to the toy.
There he went again taking everything so seriously.
Abaddon shook his head and spaced away from the plushie. “Maybe it wouldn’t
be such a good idea to bring any of you guys along.” He was referring to his
all of his plushies. He put his backpack on and slowly closed the door of his
The Lenny, Lupe and the little green Zafara glared
at him with their little plastic eyes. He quickly slammed the door and ran out
of his home.
After he ran out of his neighborhood and into
another one, Abaddon noticed something. “Hey, isn’t this Clover's neighborhood?”
The Buzz decided that maybe it was a good time to talk with his co-worker.
The apartment buildings seemed quaint and a lot
of the folks seemed really nice. Clover’s neighborhood was very peaceful. The
Buzz pondered on why the Zafara would spend so much time away from it with work.
Suddenly, he heard some loud noises and ran toward
them. The sounds were very familiar to ones of brawls, or worse yet, a beating.
The Buzz peered into an alley that was in-between two large building. The sounds
came from this alley and the Buzz cautiously hid behind a garbage can.
A large group would easily over power him, so
hiding was the wise thing to do at that moment. When he finally got a clear
sight of the scene, the Buzz scowled in disgust. It appeared to be two Zafaras
beating on a little Zafara pup.
But it wasn’t really a pup, it was Clover! The
Buzz took off his backpack and held in his right hand like a weapon. He slowly
walked toward the group, his eyes in a vengeful gaze.
To be continued...