"Your owner is going to be so mad."
Libby's Usul lips curved into a smile as she
paced around the Lab in a spotless white lab coat. Her oval glasses stayed perched
on her nose as her paw lingered over the 'shoot' button.
"You've got to be kidding me, Angelica. My owner
loves me." Libby's eyes narrowed at the lifeless stuffed evil Fuzzle in front
of her and grinned. "It's just a Fuzzle, and we're not shooting my little
Angelica shook her head at the stubborn Usul.
"Whatever you say, don't be crawling to me if she disowns you, though," Angelica
scoffed, her piercing Aisha eyes watching Libby's every shift and squirm of
nervousness. Before another word could be uttered, Libby pushed the button down
and light flooded the room leaving a tingly feeling remaining in the air. Libby
was the first to speak.
"Awww!" Libby cried as her shoulders drooped.
Angelica grabbed the poor gray evil Fuzzle and
cuddled it against her. "Poor abused little thing," she cooed into its ear,
while rubbing the top of its head.
Libby rolled her eyes and got an ashamed look
on her face. "It's not real, Angelica," Libby pointed out in an 'I-know-everything'
way while she peeled the lab coat off of her and hung it by the door.
"That's what you think."
Libby tore the evil Fuzzle from Angelica's grasp
and shoved it into her book bag,
"You think too much," Libby replied quickly,
before running outside into the cool crisp lobby air.
"Good night Libby!"
Libby stretched out her exhausted limbs as she
slipped into her beauty bed. Millions of thoughts entered and left her head
about the day as she nodded off. Little did she know, pushed away in the corner,
sat the gray evil Fuzzle. His red eyes staring at the sleeping Usul, an evil
smile pursed upon his lips. "Pay back," it grumbled in a low gravely voice.
Libby slowly opened her eyes open and wiped away
the sleep, dazed as ever she looked up into the face of a sobbing blue Kacheek.
"Huh?" Libby inquired, as she let out a long
The Kacheek was still in complete hysterics as
Libby shoved him off of her stomach. She was getting more and more confused
by the very second and all she wanted was for her brother to stop whining.
"You... did... this," he said in-between sobs
as he clutched onto a decapitated Aisha plushie. Stuffing poked its way out
of the top where a proud fuzzy head used to be. What was this Kacheek talking
"Oh please, I've been sleeping all night." Libby
shook off her brother and left him crying in her room as she jogged down the
stairs to the strong scent of bacon and eggs. Her mouth watered at even the
thought of a nice warm breakfast. Not a sobbing Kacheek.
"Have a nice night?" cooed her owner as Libby
sat down and waited patiently for her food.
"Yes, it was very enjoyable," Libby answered
while her owner set a plate in front of the three chairs neatly arranged around
the table. One chair was obviously for her sobbing brother. Of course, Libby
could always eat his while he sobbed. Libby's thoughts drifted slowly as she
stuffed a piece of Streaky Bacon into her mouth.
"Libby, we all know you ruined your brother's
doll," her owner started slowly while the dazed Usul peered at her in awe. "It's
okay. You can admit it. You knew it was getting old, anyway."
The Usul cocked an eyebrow, and tilted her head
to the side. "But I didn't," Libby said slowly. Sometimes she wondered if the
people in her family understood her at all.
Libby's owner completely dismissed her, but gave
her fifty Neopoints. "Your brother and I are going to go find a new Aisha plushie.
You and Angelica can go shopping. I want you back by 5:00, missy."
"It was so cute!" Libby giggled as Angelica drawled on about a petpet she'd
"The Snorkle was much cuter," Libby confirmed
as they turned down to her street. Angelica shook her head in response, then
turned to Libby. A confused look had plastered itself onto Angelica's features.
"Is your owner redoing your NeoHome?" she asked,
her head titled to the side. Libby let out a snort. Where did Angelica come
up with these things?
"Of course not!" Libby said as she turned around
to see nothing but grass and her gray Fuzzle sitting in the middle of the space.
It was deserted, no NeoHome in sight. Before Angelica or Libby could entwine
their thoughts Libby's owner was behind them. She looked like she was about
"L-L-Libby... how could you?" she cried, looking
at the deserted plot of land. "I knew you wanted attention when you ruined your
brother's Plushie. But this?"
Libby's mouth hung open, she turned to the place
were Angelica was standing but Angelica was gone. There was nobody. Nothing
at all. Libby felt a hand clasp onto her paw. It was her owner's. All Libby
wanted to do was lay in her beauty bed and eat bacon. Why was this happening
"This is the last straw. I warned you, Libby.
I warned you.."
As Libby was dragged away from her plot of land
she could see the gray Fuzzle in the distance. Red eyes gleaming with happiness
and that same evil smile on its lips.
In the pound a day later, Libby huddled in her cold damp cage. She had pushed
aside a rotten apple and it was stinking up the cage. It wasn't like she had
friends in the Pound either. All of the pets basically hated her for they had
been in the pound for a long time, but she was still new. A cold rush of wind
pierced the air. Through the thin cage bars Libby could see her past owner rushing
around the halls, trying to find her cage she assumed.
"Oh, there you are," Libby's owner said happily.
A bit of excitement fired up inside Libby. Could her owner want her back? Of
course she did. Why would she come all this way otherwise?
"I forgot to give you this before you left. You
always loved it, right?"
With that, her owner shoved the gray evil Fuzzle
into Libby's paws. Libby wouldn't cry. She couldn't. However, as her owner left
Libby could feel tears falling. In her paws was the evil Fuzzle. Libby could
feel it moving on her paw as it coiled around like a snake. It opened up its
mouth and uttered its last words:
"That's what Fuzzles call revenge."