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64587465874368767 was born an adorable little green JubJub.
She belonged to a user who was lost from the pages of history long ago, so let's
just call him "Steve". Steve was new to the world of Neopets, but thought that
the JubJub was the right pet for him. 64587465874368767 was curious about the
surroundings of Neopia right from the start. Steve had to put her on a leash
just to keep her from wandering into the lair of the beast.
One day, while taking a walk through Neopia Central,
64587465874368767 managed to get loose from the leash and wander into the beauty
pageant. Steve looked at the rules. He figured that if he could win the beauty
contest with 64587465874368767, he would be rich and famous. He left the building
with 64587465874368767 and planned it all on the way home. By the time they
got home, Steve was ready to get out the makeup and start enhancing the JubJub's
face. They entered the next week's contest with a photo Steve took of 64587465874368767.
Steve started advertising "The most Beautiful JubJub on the Face of Neopia."
By the end of the week, he had only 17 votes. The next week, he tried again.
19 votes. The next, 16. Steve just couldn't win the beauty contest with 64587465874368767.
"You're pathetic," he said to the JubJub
Later that month, Steve got a new Neopet, a yellow
Eyrie. 64587465874368767 was impressed at his success in the beauty pageant.
When she walked up to him to give congratulations, he snapped, "Get outta my
face." 64587465874368767 went up to her room, not understanding why he would
yell at her like that.
The next day, Steve told 64587465874368767 something
shocking. "64587465874368767," he started, "I have no use for you anymore. I'm
abandoning you." 64587465874368767 couldn't believe what she was hearing. She
tried to wake up from this horrible nightmare, but it was really happening.
When Steve abandoned the innocent JubJub at the pound, he got some angry looks
from people who were adopting new pets. Not that Steve cared, as long as he
had all his money and a prize winning Eyrie. 64587465874368767 was alone.
For the next few long weeks, 64587465874368767
lived unwillingly at the pound. She looked at the sad faces of the other abandoned
Neopets, that didn't help either. "Hello," she said to a nearby blue Myncii,
"What's your name?"
"I'm Bootie74," she said, "who're you?"
"I'm 64587465... well, call me 649," 64587465874368767
replied. "I really hate it here. They feed us the cheapest food they can, and
only enough to keep us alive."
"Yeah, I've had to endure it for almost two months
now," said Bootie74. 64587465874368767 and Bootie74 talked to each other, and
64587465874368767 couldn't believe she'd made a real friend. After all, her
previous owner abandoned her after attempting to use her and the Eyrie that
moved in with her was mean.
Later that week, Bootie74 was adopted. They waved
goodbye, and just like that, 64587465874368767 lost her only friend.
The next month in the pound was torture for 64587465874368767.
She didn't have anyone to talk to and she was alone. Then, one day, a user walked
in with a mutant Chia and a red Techo. Would he abandon one of them so that
64587465874368767 would have a new friend? No, he was asking to adopt. "I'm
looking for a kind, adventurous pet," said this person, "and I'd like to...
who's this?" he pointed to 64587465874368767's cage.
"Oh," said the pink Uni, "That's 64587465874368767."
"She looks like she could use a good home. I'll
take her." 64587465874368767 was overjoyed. She hopped out of the cage and greeted
her new owner. "Anyway, 64935... 76897..."
"Call me 649."
"Anyway, 649, I'm Holycow81. Let's go to your
new home." Before 64587465874368767 left the pound, she said goodbye to all
the imprisoned Neopets, jealous at her adoption. They walked to 126282 main
street, Neopia Central. To anyone else, it would have been a dump, but for 64587465874368767,
it was heaven. She had a new home. "My Neohome isn't very big, and were not
very rich, but we manage." 64587465874368767 wasn't listening. She was looking
at the Zen Bed prepared for her. It had a great "Welcome Home" softness.
64587465874368767 got along great with her new
life. She got along with Chiastovsky (well, actually, she tormented him, but
deep down, she loved him) and Groucho45, and they were just as nice as Holycow81.
Then, one day, the Meridell versus Darigan war was declared. Because 64587465874368767
was the strongest, Holycow81 chose her to fight. He had accidentally chosen
to join Darigan, so 64587465874368767 had to fight Morris. "Now, go out there
and do your best," he said.
A few Neopets came along to wish 64587465874368767
good luck, including someone 64587465874368767 had longed to see again. "Bootie74!"
she said to greet her friend. "What are you doing here?"
"My owner is a good friend of Holycow81," Bootie74
answered, "Good luck in your battle." What a coincidence, 64587465874368767
thought.
64587465874368767 entered the Battledome. She
was a young battler, but she believed she could beat Morris. The battle commenced.
Holycow81, Adamz1y2x3w4c5 (Bootie74's owner) and their pets cheered 64587465874368767
on. With his Forest Sling, Morris rapid fired shots at 64587465874368767, who
tried to defend herself, but her leaf shield was ripped into pieces. When the
torment finally stopped, 64587465874368767 was unconscious.
She awoke in the pound in her old cell. She saw
Holycow81 and his pets leaving her behind. A group of Neopets ganged up on her
and...
This time she really did wake up, not in a cage,
but in her bed at home. Holycow81 walked in with what looked like a healing
potion of some sort, and was relieved to see that 64587465874368767 was okay.
"Here, drink this," he said. 64587465874368767 drank the elixir and felt a bit
better. "Well, I can see that you weren't ready for a fight like that," he started.
Oh no, now he really is going to abandon me, 64587465874368767 thought. "So
I'm quitting. If it hurts you, it's not with it." 64587465874368767 didn't see
anymore signs of Holcow81 wanting to abandon her.
The way 64587465874368767 fit in now, you would
have thought she was born there. Eventually, Holycow81 turned 64587465874368767
into a yellow Poogle. 64587465874368767 actually liked it, she felt it suited
her personality better, and she liked actually having arms. She became a satisfactory
battler (she learned from her mistakes) and, after the stock market finally
paid off, all of Holycow81's pets were fed gourmet food and they played with
limited edition plushies. 64587465874368767 loved her new life, until one day,
Holycow81 decided to get a new pet.
64587465874368767, like any other pet would have
been, was worried that she would be replaced. She didn't stop to grab any of
her things, she just started running away from her Neohome. She felt they had
no use for her anymore.
64587465874368767 ate at the soup kitchen and
slept in the park. She had too much dignity to beg other users for food or Neopoints.
When she heard someone hollering "649! Where are you?" she just ran away from
the sound. She actually could run pretty fast for a Poogle her size.
The next day, 64587465874368767 just stayed in
the alley behind Hubert's Hot Dogs. She couldn't keep a good owner, but the
pound was a nightmare, and she patiently waited for death. Suddenly, from behind
the dumpster came none other than Balthazar the bounty hunter. 64587465874368767
didn't really care that he was approaching her with a deadly look in his eye,
until in dropped Holycow81, Adamz1y2x3w4c5 and their pets.
"You there, Balthazar!" said a yellow Kougra.
64587465874368767 could tell that he was Holycow81's new pet.
"You'll have to get past us before you get my
friend!" said a blue Poogle. 64587465874368767 could tell from the voice that
she was Bootie74. Adamz1y2x3w4c5 must have changed her.
"You'll never get us, and don't even try to get
my pet," said Holycow81.
"Sick 'em, guys," Adamz1y2x3w4c5 said. All of
their pets, including 64587465874368767, pounced on Balthazar at once, knocking
him down. In a tornado of 9 fighting Neopets, Balthazar was overpowered. He
ran away in defeat.
"We got him!" said Chiastovsky. High fives were
exchanged, then Holycow81 asked 64587465874368767 something.
"Why did you run away?" he asked solemnly. 64587465874368767
told him about her previous owner, how she was replaced by a green Eyrie because
she couldn't win the beauty contest.
"That's awful," said a Christmas Scorchio belonging
to Adamz1y2x3w4c5, and all of the pets present were abuzz.
"Wow, you never told me about all that. I'm sorry,"
said Holycow81.
When they left the alley, Holycow81 suggested
that 64587465874368767 come home. A nearby user turned his head. This user was,
of course, none other than Steve.
"Excuse me, I believe I once owned that Poogle.
Can I have her back?" he asked.
Holycow81 looked at 64587465874368767. "I don't
know what you're talking about," he fibbed as he and his pets walked home.
Since then, 64587465874368767 has been doing
great. She's part of a loving family, and Bootie74 visits regularly. She gets
along well with the new pet, Skyhawk1010. She's well known throughout her neighborhood,
and is at long last at her true home.
The End
Author's note: All the users and pets depicted in this story do exist, with
the following exceptions: the Green Eyrie and Steve (although 64587465874368767
really was adopted). If you have any questions or comments, please Neomail me.
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