Because You're Cursed
Trill! Trill! Trill! Trill! The alarm clock shrilled loudly,
slowly waking the yellow Kougra in the bed beside it. Yawning, Simba stretched
his aching muscles before knocking the clock onto the floor, conveniently ceasing
"Good morning, Draco," Simba greeted his petpet
cheerily. Draco, the Drackonack, growled in response as usual but this time
there was a vehemence that was never there before. Oblivious, Simba climbed
out of bed and made his way toward the bathroom, leaving a puff of fur that
"Achoo!" Draco sneezed violently and glared after
his owner just when Simba slammed the bathroom door shut behind him.
With every move Simba made, more puffs of fur
fell to the ground but he didn't seem to notice it. Singing the hit song by
Chomby and the Fungus Balls in an off-tune beat, Simba turned on the bath water
and started getting ready for his morning bath. He first tested the water to
make sure it was just the right temperature then went to the sink and deftly
squirted some toothpaste onto his toothbrush. Soon the toothbrush was in his
But after a few seconds of scrubbing his pearly
white teeth, Simba frowned and removed the toothbrush to study it. Much to his
dismay, what he found on his toothbrush wasn't pretty. There were strands of
yellow hair that clung to the bristles of his brush and because he had no idea
where the hair came from, he was disgusted.
Immediately, Simba rinsed out his mouth and toothbrush
then stared at his reflection in the mirror. He shuddered as images of where
the hair could have come from ran through his mind. Maybe someone dropped his
toothbrush. Where? On the carpet? On the grass? In the gutter? Still confused,
Simba lifted a paw and scratched behind his ear.
"Aaaaccchhhhooooooo!" He sneezed and that's when
it hit him. Cautiously, he scratched his ear again and noticed the puff of fur
that fell and surrounded him. "Oh, no!!!!" he screamed. "My fur is falling off!"
Panicked, Simba stumbled back into his room and frantically looked around his
bedroom though he didn't know what he was looking for exactly.
"Draco," he called out once he spotted the Drackonack.
"My fur is falling off!" Draco only sniffed before turning away. The carpet
floor was covered with fur and the sight of it only made Simba even more scared.
He had to find help. Someone must know what was happening to him.
Maybe that someone was the one person he could
look up to, the one person he wished he could be when he grew up; his brother
Drakon. Because he idolized Drakon, he had wanted a petpet he could name after
Drakon and Kasha, his owner, gave him Draco.
"Drakon!" Simba called out as he ran from his
room. Simba found the blue Zafara in the living room, calmly reading the Neopian
Times newspaper as he sipped a hot cup of Borovan.
"What is it?" Drakon asked quietly without even
glancing at Simba. Drakon loved reading the newspaper in the morning and hated
to be interrupted. Whenever someone did something that he didn't like, Drakon
could be downright cruel to them. Simba was no exception.
"My fur is falling off!" Simba answered anxiously.
Drakon smiled blandly but still his eyes were glued to the newspaper.
"Mmmm, that's good," he murmured distractedly.
"Didn't you hear me?!" Simba yelled. "My fur
is falling off!" Growling softly, Drakon tore his eyes away and focused on Simba.
"Oh, you're just shedding," he told Simba and
then returned to his paper.
"Oh," Simba replied quietly. "What's shedding?"
Groaning in exasperation, Drakon answered, "It's
when your fur falls off to adapt to the weather."
"Oh," Simba said. "Why?"
"Because it's that time of year," Drakon answered
"Oh," Simba said again. "Why is it that time
of year?" Moaning, Drakon angrily put down his newspaper and made a gesture
with his hands. To Simba, it looked as if he was about to hug him but to others,
it was clear Drakon wanted desperately to throttle the young Kougra.
"I. DON'T. KNOW. WHY," Drakon answered through
"Erh... why don't you know?" Simba asked innocently,
completely unaware of Drakon's annoyance.
"BECAUSE... YOU'RE CURSED!" he yelled at Simba.
"Cursed!?" Simba repeated, aghast.
"Yes! Yes! You're shedding because you're cursed!
You're evil. PURE EVIL!" Simba was dumbfounded and stared in shock at his brother.
Satisfied that Simba wouldn't say anything anytime soon, Drakon returned to
his paper and continued sipping his hot cup of Borovan. The next time he looked
up, he was surprised to see that Simba disappeared.
Whimpering, Simba tossed and turned as he slept.
Sweat pooled around his head, soaking his pillow through.
"Evil... cursed... pure evil," he muttered deliriously.
Abruptly, he woke and saw Kasha, his owner, sitting beside him.
"Aww, poor Simba." She soothed him. Simba sighed
happily and stared up into Kasha's concerned face. "Here, I got you something."
She held out a blue Ixi plushie but instead of reaching for it, he bit it. Barely
missing Kasha's fingers.
"Eek!" she shrieked. "Why did you do that!?"
she scolded. Suddenly, Simba roared which sent Kasha running from the room frightened.
He could feel himself changing and once the moment passed, he looked into the
mirror and gasped. He looked as if he just paid a visit to Dr. Sloth!
"Nooo!" Simba roared and woke up again. He looked
around, breathing harshly and then slumped down in relief. "It was only a dream."
He climbed out of bed and walked to his closet. It was awfully chilly in the
room, despite the hot weather.
"Help us!" someone cried out from inside his
closet. "He's gone mad, he's evil! Please, help us!" This time, he realized
that the voice belonged to Kasha. Immediately, he swung open the door and found
all his brothers and sisters, as well as Kasha, trapped inside a cage.
"Oh no! He's back!" someone screamed. Shocked,
he could only stare at the frightened faces as he thought, 'I did this. I am
evil!' Suddenly, he coughed. Then coughed again. Soon, he was chuckling and
not long after that, he was cackling. Laughing maniacally.
"Simba, wake up!" someone called out to him.
"You're having a nightmare, wake up." Simba opened his eyes and stared warily
at the concerned face. It was only a dream, he thought with relief. But what
if this is also a dream? Simba couldn't tell if he was still dreaming but just
to be safe...
"Stay away from me," he told her. It was Ana,
not Kasha, who was sitting next to him this time. She frowned quizzically at
"Simba, what's wrong?"
"I'm cursed! I'm evil!" Simba told her.
"What?" Ana laughed. "That's ridiculous. What
gave you that idea?"
"It's not funny. I am evil and I could hurt you
so stay away." Simba immediately ran from the room, leaving Ana bewildered on
Simba continued running as fast as his little
legs could go and soon he found himself in the backyard. Breathing roughly,
he looked around and saw Draco, resting in the sun.
"Hey, little guy," he murmured as he picked Draco
up. Draco gurgled softly at him which made Simba laugh, sadly. "Well, it's time
for me to go. I'm cursed and where I'm headed, it's for evil only." Reluctantly,
he placed Draco back onto the ground and started walking away.
Draco sniffed loudly as he lay down, getting
ready to sleep. Just when he closed his eyes, he heard running steps. Quickly,
he opened his eyes and saw Simba running back to him.
"Who am I kidding?" Simba said breathlessly once
he was next to Draco. "You're a Drackonack. You're automatically evil."
Ana, a yellow Aisha swept into the living room
with all the regality of a royal. Though, she was yet to be painted royal, she
still had the grace and dignity of a queen. Drakon, a blue Zafara who enjoyed
others' misery (especially if he caused it), dreamed of being painted Darigan.
He knew he'd look awesome and so he saved the little neopoints he earned everyday.
Right now, he was busy reading the Battlepedia so he can plan out new strategies
for the Battledome.
"Drakon, something's wrong with Simba. He's got
a ridiculous notion that he's evil."
Drakon laughed before looking up. "So he
fell for it? Ha! He's too much for me." Drakon laughed louder which made Ana
glare angrily at him.
"You told him that he was cursed?" she demanded
angrily but she didn't wait for him to answer. "I can't believe you did that,
Drakon! You know Simba's impressionable! Plus, he'll believe anything you'll
say since you're his hero."
"Alright, I'll admit that what I did was wrong
but what harm did I do him? He's in his room doing who-knows-what completely
unaffected by what I said," Drakon said, sheepishly.
"That's where you're wrong," Ana said. "He's
having nightmares and he just ran away, I think."
"He's only a baby; he couldn't have gone far."
"That's not the point! The point is that he felt
it necessary to run away. Now get up. We're looking for him." Sighing, Drakon
obeyed and got up.
"Fine, I'll look," he said, feeling guilty now.
He walked towards the window, placing the battlepedia on the desk when something
caught his eye.
"I don't think we'll have to look far," Drakon
"Why do you say that?" Ana asked curiously.
"Because he's in our backyard." Soon Drakon felt
Ana next to him and then heard her gasp as she stared out the window.
The tree house the siblings had built years earlier
was no longer an innocent place. Now it looked sinister, covered with shadows
that made it look creepy. A bolt of lightning flashed right behind it and a
lone werelupe could be heard howling.
Quickly, the pair left the house and a moment
later, stood in front of the evil-looking place.
"Maybe it isn't Simba," Ana said, uncertainly.
Drakon smirked at her then pointed at their feet.
"It's him, alright." There was a welcome mat
that read 'Home Sweet Home' and 'Hope You Have a Wonderful Day'. Convinced now
by the nice greetings that Simba was behind all this, they climbed up the rope
ladder that hung listlessly from the tree house and entered it.
"Simba!" Drakon called out. It was dead silent
except for the soft sounds of their footsteps as they walked deeper into the
"Is it just me or has the tree house become...
bigger?" Ana asked Drakon. Drakon didn't know what to say. When they built the
tree house, it was just large enough to fit only four people. Now it looked
as if more than one mansion coudl fit inside, though it didn't look like that
Silently, they continued on their way when suddenly
a large cage fell over them, trapping them where they stood. Light then illuminated
the once dark hall and in front of them, there was a throne... with someone
sitting in it.
They couldn't immediately tell who it was that
was sitting there since he or she was covered by shadows but dread filled them
when they heard the cold, heartless voice that spoke to them.
"Welcome, newcomers, to the Palace of Evil! Muahahahahahaha!"
A flash of lightning lit up the room and in that second, Drakon recognized the
"Drakon? Ana?" the voice called out. "It is you!"
Suddenly Simba raced down towards them. "I didn't recognize you." He beamed,
speaking in his normal baby voice.
"Er, can you let us go?" Ana asked.
"Sure!" Simba said and soon, they were free.
"I'm glad you came! You want a tour?"
"Um, why not?" Drakon said.
"How did that lightning flash inside the tree
house?" Ana asked Simba. Simba laughed.
"Oh, that. I have a button on my armrest. There's
another button I hold down when I want to speak in my evil voice."
"Cool!" Drakon said, in awe. He climbed toward
the throne and immediately started playing with the buttons. Bolts of lightning
flashed and Drakon spoke in the evil voice.
"Come on!" Simba gestured at them. "I want to
show you the rest of the place."
"And finally, the last room!" Simba announced.
Exhausted, Ana and Drakon sat down in relief, letting their poor feet relax
from all their walking. Who could have known the tree house was so huge and
that there'd be so many rooms to see?
"This is where my hirelings work on my doomsday
project," Simba told them as he swung open the large doors. It looked very much
like the laboratory that their brother, Sin, visited every day but much larger.
The only other person in the room was obviously Simba's hired scientist. The
person wore a long white robe and gloves while pouring chemicals into a large
test tube. The scientist turned around once the doors slammed shut behind them
and what Ana and Drakon saw caused their jaws to hit the floor.
"KASHA!?!" Ana cried out in disbelief. Their
owner looked mildly surprised to see them.
"What?" She asked, as if nothing was unusual
about her being an evil scientist. She then shrugged. "This kind of work suits
me," she explained.
"Being an evil scientist suits you?" Drakon repeated.
Kasha shrugged again and then returned to her work.
"So that ends the tour," Simba said, clapping
his paws together. "Do you like the place?" he asked eagerly.
"Yeah, it's... erh, awesome. Kinda creepy but
cool, I guess," Drakon answered hesitantly.
"Simba, what's the doomsday project?" Ana asked,
already dreading the answer.
"Oh that?" Simba said as if talking about something
as meager as a flower. "I plan on using that machine there to take over the
world of Neopia! Muahahahahahahaha!" he cackled evilly. The laugh was really,
really scary. Perhaps more so than even Dr. Sloth's. It sounded like a child
laughing and the fact that something so young and innocent like could sound
so evil chilled them to the bone.
"WHAT!? But you can't do that!" Drakon said.
Surprised, Simba looked at him.
"I can't? But you said I was cursed."
"He was lying to you, Simba. You're not cursed.
You're a sweet boy with no evil inklings at all," Ana assured him.
"You lied to me?" Simba asked Drakon, on the
verge of tears. Guilt-ridden, Drakon shrugged.
"I'm sorry, but you were annoying me when I just
wanted to read the morning paper." Simba's lower lip started quivering, his
golden eyes large and sad.
"Come," Ana said. "Let's go home." A crash sounded
and suddenly the room was filled with little green Grundos.
"What the --?" Drakon said, confused and suddenly
he knew who was paying them a visit.
"It's Dr. Sloth!" Ana said.
"What are you doing here, Sloth?" Drakon demanded
though his insides were quivering with fear. Sloth raised an eyebrow at him
before turning his back on them.
"My minions have reported to me that someone
has created a machine. One that will bring all to their knees, worshipping whoever
uses it. Is it true?"
"Of course not," Ana answered immediately. "We're
only a bunch of kids. How can we build such a thing?" She laughed.
"I did! I built it! And it works too!" Simba
shouted excitedly. Drakon groaned.
"Geesh, Simba. You weren't supposed to say anything!"
But it was already too late.
"Seize them!" Sloth commanded, stretching out
one long, crooked finger at them. Almost immediately, the green Grundos swarmed
Drakon, Simba, Ana and Kasha, pulling them off their feet and tying them down.
"Give me the Kougra," Sloth commanded. Obediently,
they brought Simba to Sloth, who stared disdainfully at the trembling Kougra.
"I cannot believe that you, a mere child, have created a machine of such capabilities.
Are you lying to me?"
"No, s-s-s-sir, Dr. S-s-s-sloth, sir," Simba
stuttered. Satisfied, Sloth nodded towards the machine.
"Now, how does it work?"
"No, Simba, don't tell him!" Drakon yelled but
the shout was muffled by the rag the Grundos stuffed in his mouth.
"I can't s-s-say, sir," Simba told him. Sloth
raised an invisible eyebrow and pursed his lips. After a moment of thought,
he snapped his fingers and his little minions grabbed a hold of Simba and held
him down. "Wha-what are you going to do to me?" Simba asked.
Sloth didn't answer him. He simply reached into
his robe and pulled out a long golden feather. Simba's eyes grew wide when he
saw the feather then started to squirm.
"Are you, by any chance, ticklish?" Sloth asked
rhetorically and soon he started rubbing the feather against Simba's paw.
"Please stop!" Simba begged, laughing. "I am!
I AM! I'M VERY - HAHAHA - TICKLISH!" Laughing, Simba squirmed violently but
nothing loosened the Grundos' hold on him.
"Whatever you do, don't give up!" Ana yelled
but her words were muffled and fell on deaf ears. After a few more torturing
moments, Simba was laughing so hard that it hurt. His ears, his stomach... everything
throbbed as waves of laughter flooded him.
"OKAY! I'LL TELL YOU!" He screamed and immediately,
Sloth stopped tickling him. "You... need... to enter... the code... that'll
let you... access... the doomsday weapon... then you press the red button...
and everyone... will be under your control," Simba informed him breathlessly.
"I can't believe he told him," Drakon said in
a low muffled grunt.
"And what is the code?" Sloth demanded. "Remember,
if you lie, I will torture you and it will be far worse than the last time."
Nodding, Simba sighed sadly.
"The code is... pudding."
"Pudding?!" Sloth repeated incredulously. "What
kind of code is that!?!" he demanded but then he shook his head. "Never mind.
I should have realized I was dealing with children." Grumbling, Sloth made his
way towards the enormous machine and rapidly typed in the code. A red light
started flickering on and off in warning.
"World domination will commence in T minus ten
seconds," an automatic voice announced. "Ten... nine..."
Simba glanced at his family and he could see
the fear in their eyes but there was nothing to do now. There was no override
code to stop the machine.
"Five... four... three... two... one." Ana squeezed
her eyes shut and waited for something, though she didn't know what exactly.
When nothing happened, she slowly opened her eyes.
"What in all of Neopia do you take me for!?!"
Sloth demanded. "Do you think me a fool to actually believe that you expect
to dominate the world by covering it with flowers!?!?!" Sloth sputtered angrily.
Drakon chuckled. The machine was shooting flowers into the sky which then floated
down to the ground in a pretty flower shower.
"This must be some kind of decoy!" Sloth reasoned.
"Where is the real doomsday weapon?" But Simba only shook his head.
"That's it. Lots of people in Neopia are allergic
to flowers, you know," Simba informed him. "Including me. Aaaaacccchhooooo!"
Later that night, the Nedakh family was resting
at home in front of a comfortable fire.
"The look on Sloth's face was priceless!" Drakon
laughed, wiping the tears that fell from his eyes. "If only the Space Faerie
could have seen it!"
Kasha, Ana and Simba all laughed as they told
their adventure to the rest of the family.
"What did he do?" Triste, a white Grundo, asked.
"When he realized Simba wasn't lying. That the flowers were indeed his weapon."
"Well..." Ana smiled. "He turned a bright red.
It was, in fact, an incredible feat since he is, after all, green."
"Then," Simba continued, "he started stuttering
and speaking deliriously. No one, not even his minions, could understand what
he was saying!"
"And the best part," Kasha said, "was when he
knelt down onto the floor and started sucking his thumb! It was as if the shock
of all of it was just too overwhelming and traumatic for him." Laughing, the
Nedakh family sat back, drinking a cup of hot Borovan that Drakon had just cooked
"Well, I guess I wasn't ever really cursed,"
Simba said. Drakon looked sheepishly at him and had the good grace to look guilty.
"I'm sorry about that, Simba. I should have never
told you that. It's obviously not true, little bro." Drakon smiled. He reached
over and rubbed hard on Simba's head.
"Ouch," Simba said in response but he didn't
really mind. "It's alright. I'm actually glad that you told me that I was cursed.
If you didn't, I'd never would have known the whole me. I would have just kept
living the rest of my life, only knowing the good side of me."
"So you're saying it's good to be bad sometimes?"
Ada, a red Acara, asked him. Simba shrugged.
"Who knows? All I know that without the bad people
in Neopia, there wouldn't be any good people because we wouldn't be able to
recognize that we are good." He then smiled roguishly at everyone. "Besides,
it'll just be plain boring."