A New Friendship
The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and the sweet aroma
of spring flowers was everywhere. Neopets in different colors and sizes chatted
and wandered through the streets, pressing their paws and noses against the windows
of stores and deciding if they wanted to buy what was displayed there. Neopia
Central was abuzz with activities and happiness.
Cleyluna sighed angrily and glanced around at
all the other pets, intent and busy with their own activities. No one seemed
to notice she was there, standing in the middle of the colorful moving crowd
of fur, scales and feathers.
The yellow Xweetok sighed for the second time,
bent down, and picked up her Petpet, Elroy, out of the way of moving hooves
and paws. The plushie Mazzew jumped slightly from the sudden movement, turned,
and relaxed once he realized that it was only his owner.
"I don't want you getting squashed," Cleyluna
muttered at the wide-eyed Mazzew. "You're the only one here to keep me company."
Elroy tilted his head to one side and uttered
a tiny, sympathetic peep.
"Yeah, well, thanks for trying to make me feel
better." She managed a weak smile, but a few seconds later it quickly faded
away. Her owner had sent her to buy some food, and, tending to get mad and frustrated
easily nowadays, the Xweetok wasn't having the most pleasant time getting through
the large crowd of shoppers, which explained why she was feeling grumpy.
But there was something else... something that
was still happening since three weeks ago. Anyone who knew Cleyluna would have
known that usually she was filled with joy, kindness and laughter. But now,
everything was different. She no longer felt joyful, kind, or even felt like
laughing. And that was the problem. When the days went by without the Xweetok
even giggling once, she got more and more angry and even further away from the
possibility of even smiling.
"Oh!" Cleyluna let out a cry of surprise as
a passerby shoved into her shoulder, nearly causing her to fall on her face.
Catching her footing and clutching Elroy to her chest, who was panting heavily
with fear from the near accident, she glared at the Neopet who had rudely bumped
"Hey! Watch where you're going!"
But the Neopet hadn't heard her. He just kept
going as if nothing had happened, arms swinging rhythmically at his sides.
"What?" Cleyluna couldn't believe what she was
seeing. The pet that had rudely bumped into her looked nothing like anyone there.
As he walked through the swarming crowd effortlessly, others who were busy with
their own doing stopped and looked over at the stranger. Soon the loud chattering
of the crowd softened into low murmurs.
Cleyluna gazed at the Neopet, observing his
appearance. Green fur that was rather shaggy, a long, equally shaggy tail that
reminded Cleyluna of an Usul's tail, blunt ears that twitched every so often,
claws that looked similar to a Bori's...
The Xweetok gasped. She remembered that a while
back, her owner had brought her to Terror Mountain for a visit, and there she
had seen a strange Neopet selling ice cream from an ice cream cart. Mr. Chipper
was his name, and he looked just like the stranger that was now getting farther
and farther away.
"Hey! Wait!" Cleyluna made sure Elroy was safely
in her paws and stumbled through the crowd to get to the stranger, who again
seemed to not have heard her. She had to know what he was, where he had come
from, and his name...
"Excuse me..." The Xweetok slowly plowed through
the crowd, ignoring the annoyed mumbles. Compared to the stranger going through
the crowd, she had the speed of a Slorg.
When she finally got out of the crowd, she saw
that the stranger was entering the Bazaar.
"Hello?" Cleyluna carefully set Elroy on the
ground and waved a questioning paw in the air. "Hey! Hello! I want to talk to
But the odd pet went on, not giving the slightest
indication that he had heard her.
"Weird." Shaking her head, she gently lifted
up Elroy again and ran after him, knowing that he was oblivious to the noise
she was making.
The stranger never hesitated and never stopped
to rest. He just kept going and going as if he were a wind-up toy that was wound
up to the limit.
Finally, just as Cleyluna was about to decide
that following him in the first place was pointless, for the first time, the
stranger stopped in front of the doors of the Toy Shop. He stood there for a
minute, scratching his head, and then disappeared inside.
"He actually stopped. Wow," Cleyluna muttered
with disgust. She was beginning to feel a bit angry. Why hadn't he heard her
when she had called to him? Couldn't he hear? And why hadn't he noticed that
he had rudely bumped into her?
Those questions just made the urge to meet him
stronger. Patting Elroy on the head, she grasped the handle of the door and
A silver bell tinkled cheerfully overhead. Cleyluna
stood still, letting the door shut back into place.
She gazed around the store. It was brightly
lit, and the floor was a red and white-checkered pattern. There were rows and
rows of shelves, filled with all kinds of toys from plushies to action figures.
The counter where the toys would be purchased was also red, and the shopkeeper,
a Lupe, greeted her with a wave and a smile.
Cleyluna nodded politely, then continued into
the store. She couldn't see the stranger anywhere. Setting Elroy down, she casually
walked over to the first aisle and peered in. No one.
Elroy was enjoying himself. All the toys seemed
appealing and fun to play with. As he followed Cleyluna, he couldn't help but
sniff at every plushie and paw at every basketball.
Suddenly, something caught his eye. It was lying
a foot away from him. Nose twitching, he scampered over to the object and picked
it up. It was a price tag.
Cleyluna peered into the sixth aisle. The shelves
were filled with newly stocked faerie dolls. The place was teeming with eager,
squealing girl Neopets, grabbing every faerie doll they first laid their eyes
on. Of course the stranger wasn't there.
The Xweetok was about to go on to the next aisle
when she suddenly felt that something was wrong. Heart pounding, she turned
Elroy had disappeared.
Meanwhile, somewhere in the store, Elroy passed
aisles filled with action figures and pull toys, holding the price tag in one
tiny paw. He figured that the price tag could be a new edition to his collection
of "goods" he kept under his Petpet bed back at home, so he was feeling rather
Finally, he came to the aisle he had wanted
to go to: the plushie aisle. After all, he considered plushies his friends because
of his paint job.
As he entered the aisle though, a pang of guilt
went through the Petpet. He had left his owner, and he knew he shouldn't have
done that. But following her was kind of boring. He wanted to play with the
toys. His owner seemed to just be peering in the aisles and not taking the time
to play. Who wouldn't want to play with cool toys? So he took the situation
in his own paws.
The bottom shelf was low enough for him to climb
on, so he scanned it for any plushie he found to be appealing. Finally, he saw
it: a cute Mootix plushie.
Hastily, he approached the plushie, sniffed
it curiously, and climbed onto the shelf. He made himself comfortable by snuggling
into the soft fabric of the plushie and within a minute he was in a very deep
sleep, the price tag hanging loosely in one of his paws.
Suddenly, somebody walked into the aisle. Somebody
with blunt ears, Bori like claws and a shaggy, Usul like tail. He looked through
the plushies on the higher shelves and frowned. There was nothing he liked there.
Mumbling under his breath, the stranger glanced
at the bottom shelf. His eyes widened with glee. There, by a Mootix plushie
was a Mazzew plushie!! He had seen those before but never had enough neopoints
to buy one. But now that he was here with all his hard-earned savings, maybe
he could finally be able to own one!
As if he were handling a fragile negg, the stranger
bent down and lifted the plushie off the shelf. He furrowed his eyebrows in
confusion. The plushie looked different. It wasn't purple like the other Mazzew
plushies he had seen.
But another thought came to him. He figured
that if it was a different color, maybe it was limited edition! Good thing too,
since he had gotten the last one. There weren't any other ones like this.
"Boy, I'm lucky today!" He beamed. He glanced
at the price tag and beamed again. 500 NP only, for a limited edition plushie!
He could hardly believe it.
Delighted, the stranger held on to the plushie
and proudly walked to the counter to buy.
Cleyluna was distraught. She rushed throughout
the store, shoving aside toys from their shelves and letting them clatter to
the floor, not caring if the shopkeeper got mad at her.
"He has to be here! I'm sure he's hiding behind
some toys. He's just playing a game of hide and seek! I... I..." But the reality
had begun to sink in.
Elroy was gone.
Breathing heavily, the panicked Xweetok stopped
midway from shoving aside a few pull toys and felt tears begin to trickle down
Sobbing quietly, she slowly made her way to
the shopkeeper, who was busily reading a copy of the Neopian Times. Maybe she
had seen Elroy.
The shopkeeper looked up, smiled, and put away
what she was reading. "Hello. What's wrong?"
"I... I was wondering..." Cleyluna's teary eyes wandered
over to the exit. Her mouth dropped open at what she saw.
The stranger had just exited the shop. His shaggy
tail was all she had seen before the door shut with a soft click.
"Oh, never mind!" she said to the puzzled shopkeeper.
Immediately, the Xweetok dashed over to the door, grasped the handle, threw
it open, and bolted outside. Maybe the stranger had seen Elroy, and that would
also be the chance to ask him the other questions she had wanted to ask!
Heart racing, Cleyluna watched the stranger
as he walked rather joyfully away. He was holding something in his Bori like
paws, and it looked just like...
"HEY!" Instantly angry, the Xweetok let go of
the door and bolted toward the stranger, who, for once, had actually heard her.
"GIVE ME BACK MY PETPET!!" she screamed. She
roughly grabbed his arm and snatched Elroy out of his paw. The Mazzew squeaked
in alarm, rudely awakened.
"What are you doing?!" he shrieked, attempting
to grab Elroy back several times but missing every time. Cleyluna dodged his
paws as easily as a Snowbunny. "I bought that plushie!"
"HE'S NOT A PLUSHIE!" Cleyluna snapped. "HE'S
A REAL LIVE MAZZEW, ONLY HIS PAINT JOB MAKES HIM LOOK LIKE A PLUSHIE! HE'S MY
The stranger looked startled. He put his paws
out in front of him as a shield. "Okay, I understand. I'm sorry! I'm really
sorry! I thought he was a real plushie!"
Cleyluna's anger faded. She stared at the stranger.
He was innocent. He hadn't meant to steal Elroy.
She then thought back at how nasty she had been
a few seconds ago. What was she becoming? She had never yelled so fiercely at
someone before, especially a stranger.
She looked down at Elroy. Yawning, he stretched
his arms over his head, the price tag still dangling from his paw.
"A price tag?" Cleyluna glanced at the stranger.
"He was on a shelf," the stranger said. "I thought
he was a limited edition plushie because he was a different color than the other
Mazzew plushies I've seen.
"Anyway, the price tag said 500 NP. I was surprised.
I'd thought a limited edition plushie would be much more expensive. So, I didn't
want to miss an opportunity like that and that's how I bought him."
He whistled with amazement and stared at Elroy,
who was blinking with confusion.
"I think he was asleep, because he didn't even
stir when I picked him up. Probably what also fooled me into thinking he was
a real plushie."
"Oh... he... he's a pretty deep sleeper," Cleyluna
Suddenly, the stranger's eyes narrowed. "Why
was he on the shelf, anyway? Weren't you watching him?"
"I thought he was right behind me!" Cleyluna's
voice began to rise, but she took a deep breath and managed to calm down. "You
see, I was in that crowd where the main shops were, and you rammed into me.
I thought that was really rude, especially since it seemed you didn't notice!
The stranger smiled sheepishly. "Oh... for ramming
into you, I'm terribly sorry. I tend to get oblivious to the things around me
once in a while."
"That answers my first question," Cleyluna muttered
under her breath. "So as I was saying, I followed you to ask you some questions.
When you entered the Toy Shop, that's when the whole mess started. I was looking
for you, and I guess I wasn't watching Elroy... so he wandered off. And that's
when he happened to get into your paws."
There was an awkward moment of silence.
"So, what questions did you want to ask me?"
the stranger asked. Cleyluna was slightly startled by his voice. It had been
so quiet a minute before.
"Well..." She looked at him from the top
of his head to his feet. "What... are you anyway?"
"Why, I'm a Lutari!"
"A Lutari!" He straightened up proudly. "My
species just arrived here, so I'm new."
Cleyluna's eyes widened. "Where did you come
"I just arrived here from Krawk Island."
"So your species originated from there?"
"Um... well... it's a long story..."
"What's your name?"
Cleyluna smiled and shook her paw with his.
Then something happened. As the Xweetok shook
paws with the Lutari, she felt herself change... back to normal. Her anger faded
completely, and the corners of her mouth twitched into a happy smile: the first
true smile in three weeks.
Then she broke out laughing. It had begun to
sink in. All that anger that had been with her for three weeks... all she needed
was a new friend.
And she had found one.