Why Not Spike?
At first, the prospect of getting a new Petpet was an excellent
idea in Leven's mind. His old Petpet, a Pirate Faellie by the name of ScurvySpike,
had never really liked him. And he was a great fan of Yooyuball, so a Yooyu would
make a great Petpet. Yes, Leven had decided. Spike was out, and Yooyu was in.
But the look on Spike's face as he was taken
out the door of 494991 Bread Street, Neopia Central, made Leven feel almost...
bad. 'It'll pass after a while,' the Christmas Pteri had told himself.
'Once Spike's gone, I won't have to worry about all of those threatening
glares, and I can get more friends 'cause they won't be scared away by a Pirate
Faellie attack. Yeah, life'll be better from now on!'
Life was not better from then on.
After a few hours, the feeling of guilt had already
grown instead of fading away like Leven believed it would. 'I'm Christmas
and he was Pirate! We didn't belong together!' he told himself. 'In fact,
I can't remember a good day we had together!'
And that's when it hit him.
Every day with Spike ended up a good day, or
at least fun in some way.
It had been an exciting day when Spike arrived.
Fang had gotten a great deal for the little Pirate Faellie, and she had already
begun thinking of names on her flight home from the Trading Post. Upon arriving
at her cozy little Neohome, she had thought of the perfect name.
"Spike?!" Leven exclaimed as the Faellie was
handed over to him. "But why Spike?"
"Why not Spike?" Fang replied, smiling down at
the Petpet. "Besides, he looks like a Spike to me."
"Fine, if you insist..." Leven replied, and he
stormed off to his room. Spike glared after him, very tempted to throw something
at the door he had disappeared behind.
"Don't worry about him, little guy. He'll warm
up to you." Fang gave Spike a pat on the head, then headed off to prepare the
supper for that night.
Over the next few days, Spike had definitely
made an impression on everyone. He had claimed the only garden by throwing rocks
at anyone that came near it, and he had built his own home, a little wooden
box that looked oddly like a birdhouse. He had even made a little wooden sword
out of the extra planks he had after building his home.
Boring days were made eventful by the little
gray fuzzball floating around, muttering in his own language. Of course, all
that anyone could understand from him were tiny, 'Arr's. Trying to figure out
what the little guy was saying would last into the night. Even when meeting
Neopets that were outside the family, he made a lasting impression.
Like any Petpet, he did defend Leven in the rough
times, scaring off even the toughest Grarrls. The bond of Neopet and Petpet
was growing, despite how unnoticeable it was.
It was very obvious how much Leven had grown
to like Spike, even when Spike was cold toward him. Spike would never let Leven
pat his head or hug him or anything of the sort. However, whenever Joizem, one
of Leven's Pteri-pals, came over, Spike was very social. Leven never seemed
to mind it, though. He had even considered giving Spike to Joizem at times,
though he could never do it.
So why, then, did he let Spike go when a cooler,
newer Petpet was offered to him? Not even he himself knew. All of those adventures,
all of the Neopets he met, Spike by his side the whole time... He couldn't even
imagine what kind of users were trying to snatch him away at a cheap price at
that very moment.
With a sigh, the Pteri looked down at the Yooyu
he received. It had fallen asleep, curled into a ball. "Your name should be
Trust, since I just shattered my closest friend's," he murmured, putting a wing
over the newly named Trust. He stood, roughly picking Trust up in his wings
and carrying it toward the porch. He sat there, waiting patiently for Fang's
It was night before Fang came back, a bag full
of Neopoints in one hand. Leven, who had dozed off, was awakened by a shake
from Fang. "Whatcha doin'?" the Red Shoyru asked.
Leven opened his beak, then closed it at the
sight of the Neopoints. "Y-you already sold him?" he yelled, devastated.
"Well.... Yeah. You didn't want him, remember?"
Fang crossed her arms, looking at the Yooyu that was curled up next to him.
"Well, we gotta get him back! I don't want Trust!
I want Spike back!" And with that, the childish Pteri burst into tears and cried
like a toddler that had just broken its favorite toy.
Fang was slightly confused by the fact that Leven
didn't want trust, but it soon dawned on her that he must've named the Yooyu.
"So you're just going to give up the poor little Yooyu that just got its new
home? What would you think if you were taken in, then thrown back out onto the
streets?" Fang sounded more sympathetic than she meant to.
Leven quieted down, his gaze lowering. He sniffled,
thinking about all the days he spent with Spike. About the look that was on
the Faellie's face as he was taken away to be sold. "D-Did you at least make
sure he got a good home..?"
Fang's face softened. "Oh, Leven, of course I
did! I wanted to give Spike a wonderful home, one where he would be taken care
of, and loved through his whole life! That's why I sold Trust to one of my closest
friends instead of Spike. I know Trust will be taken care of and loved, and
after a while, Trust and her new owner will be just like you and Spike are."
Leven looked up quickly. "Spike's still mine?
Where is he?" The Pteri stood quickly, disturbing the Yooyu that had nestled
next to him.
"Oh, he went to bed hours ago. He's in his birdhouse
out back," Fang said, carefully picking the Yooyu up and petting it. Leven rushed
off of the porch and out of sight around the house. With a smile, Fang headed
off to deliver Trust to her new owner.
Leven slowly crept across the dark, grassy garden
toward where a wooden birdhouse was sitting on the ground, hidden within deep
grass. He peered inside the Faellie-sized hole on the front of it, the gentle
breathing of the little Pirate becoming louder.
Spike jerked awake, flipping around to give a
one-eyed glare to whoever disturbed him. The Faellie's expression softened as
he saw his owner peering into his cozy little home.
Leven sat back, allowing Spike to crawl out of
the birdhouse. The Faellie flew up to eye level with Leven, giving him a stern
look. After a few moments, the Faellie flew forward, putting his tiny arms around
the Pteri's neck in a hug.
Stunned, Leven only returned the hug, his wings
covering Spike's gray body. It was only a few mere seconds before Spike jerked
away from his owner, giving a look that said, 'speak of this to anyone and I'll
rip every feather out of your body, one by one.'
Leven smiled at the fuzzy creature. "I won't
tell anyone, Spike, I won't tell anyone..." he murmured.
And neither of them ever noticed the sneaky Red
Shoyru peering through a window with a camera and a grin on her face...
Joizem belongs to master_writer122688 and was mentioned with permission.