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Everyone's Lost It!


by cuteybon

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A yellow Chia, yellow JubJub and a blue Usul were watching in surprise as their owner suddenly ended up at the pound. And clicked on the Techo... the scary one... and clicked ‘leave my pet’...

     The green Kacheek was crying. “You aren’t leaving me, are you?”

     The owner didn’t reply. The Kacheek was bright enough to understand what this meant... nothing good for him...

      It began to cry while the other three watched quietly and sadly. “I didn’t think she would leave any of us...” the JubJub gulped.

      Nano the Chia shushed him. “Don’t even say it... it could be Taboo... and I’m certainly not planning on leaving!”

     The JubJub paled. The Usul was standing stock still, unbelieving of what was happening before her very eyes. Her owner couldn’t be that cruel, could she? She looked at the oldest pet, Nano, who was expressionless. Could the person who fed her, played with her and bought everything for her and her siblings really be that mean? That just wasn’t right...

     Nano was refusing to look anywhere but the floor. Her cute starry hat almost looked like it was going to fall off her head. Tremors were running down her spine. She couldn’t believe what her owner was doing. Why would anyone want to get rid of her brother? She jumped as a particularly loud wail sounded from the Kacheek.

     “NOOOO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! PLEASE! OH, IN THE NAME OF EVERY DUNG SCARAB AROUND, NOOO! PLEASE, NO!! YOU CAN’T! YOU AREN’T THINKING STRAIGHT! NO, PLEASE! I... NO... NO... .NO!!!! YOU CAN’T BE... REJECTING ME?! PLEASE...”

     The owner remained dead to the Kacheek’s screams as she slowly pried him off her leg.

     “You know...” Grasson the JubJub began but he was quickly silenced by Nano’s arm smashing into his head. He bounced around in a struggle to get his balance back while odd spots and stars bloomed before his eyes. He ended up at his owner’s feet.

     Meanwhile, the screaming Kacheek was being dragged away by one of the attendants in the pound. “NOO!!!” The creepy yellow Techo seemed to extract some perverse pleasure from the screams. One last shriek died away with a loud bang as the heavy metal door swung shut. The three remaining pets winced.

     “Anything else?” rasped the Dr Death. The owner remained expressionless. The pets shivered. They didn’t miss the way the Techo was looking at them like they were objects of... objects of some kind of... they didn’t want to think about it.

      Grasson cowered by his owner’s feet. “This one?” inquired the Techo. The JubJub gulped. No... please no... just, no. It wasn’t right.

     The owner nodded. “WHAT?” shouted the JubJub. He bounced away from the yellow Techo in horror. He could see why his brother was screaming in horror now. Those eyes... they were filled with pure malice and evil.

     “YOU’RE KIDDING ME!” he yelled, trying to bounce out the door. He shrank away as the sight of the Techo filled him with dread.

     “Your owner said to take you away,” he hissed. Grasson flinched away. Dr Death made a grab for the JubJub.

     “No!” cried the yellow creature, bouncing around in a huge frenzy. “Don’t you dare come near me! Don’t! DON’T!”

      It was a mistake to stop for a moment. The Techo grabbed him while grinning from ear to ear in a hideous glint in his eyes. “Gotcha.”

     “NO! SHE DOESN”T WANT ME GONE! I SWEAR, SHE DOESN’T!”

      “Oh? Let’s make sure,” said Dr Death. “Miss, would you like this pet to go?” He finished with a smooth flourishing movement.

     The owner nodded blankly. “NO!” cried Grasson.

     “It’s decided then,” said the Techo. “Say goodbye to your friends...”

      “NANO! BLUEZY! HELP ME!” screamed Grasson as he was thrown through the metal door. Two beads of sweat rolled down the sides of the two remaining pets’ heads.

      “What a way to say goodbye...” snickered Doctor Death. “Anyone else, madam?”

      The owner snored...

     “Bluezy... let’s run for it...” whispered Nano to her sister.

     “What are the two of you whispering about?” asked Doctor Death suspiciously.

      “Nothing...” squeaked Nano and Bluezy in unison.

      “CHIA SMILE! FIERCE ATTACK! MOON STAFF SHINE! LIGHTING WAND CRACKLE! BLUE CANNON FIRE! SUPERNOVA!”

      “ARGH!” yelled Dr Death as all the attacks hit him. “Lucky Master Techo was always more fond of his own kind than anything else or I could have died...” he muttered. “Now to deal with those... WHERE ARE THEY?”

      The door was ajar and the two pets had run for it. “TO THE SOUP KITCHEN!” shouted Bluezy. Nano couldn’t be bothered replying and streaked off at top speed before realizing her sister couldn’t keep up, waited and dragged Bluezy along.

      They burst into the doors of the Soup Kitchen, panting and exhausted while trembling with fear. “PLEASE HELP US!” they cried at the Soup Faerie.

     The faerie looked up. “Hmm? What’s wrong? Where are you two supposed to be?”

     “That scary Techo is after us!” gasped Bluezy. “And our owner’s gone mad!”

      “ARGH! THAT’S HIM!” Nano shrieked in terror. And indeed, a yellow Techo was making its way through the marketplace with killer intent. The Soup Faerie sighed.

      “Is that maniac chasing after pets again?” she asked kindly.

      “Yes!” shouted Bluezy tearfully.

      “He really does enjoy watching people suffer far too much,” she sighed. She ripped the bandana off her head. “Here, use this as a handkerchief.”

     “But... what are you going to wear then?” asked Nano, though Bluezy was already dabbing at her cheeks with the bright yellow and red headwear.

      The Soup Faerie shrugged. “I’ve already got several pairs so I guess it doesn’t really matter much where they go.”

      Just then, Dr Death burst through the doors. “You will not escape me and the Pound!” he yelled, tossing back his head and laughing evilly.

      “Be quiet, there are people here who are eating and your psychotic activities are not something they need to see,” snapped the faerie.

      “Oh... it’s you,” said Dr Death. “Hey, can I have some Chokato Soup?”

      The Soup Faerie glared at him. “No. Get out.”

      The Techo glanced at the two frightened pets huddled together behind the faerie. “I will... but those two behind you are supposed to be in the pound, you know.”

      “NO, WE’RE NOT!” shouted Nano indignantly. “OUR OWNER NEVER SAID ANYTHING ABOUT LEAVING US IN THE POUND!”

      “Well... that’s true... but she didn’t say anything and I take that as a yes!” said Dr Death, allowing a maniacal smile to light up his face. He started forwards only to be repelled by the Soup Faerie.

      “I told you to GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN AND STOP TERRORISING EVERY CITIZEN AROUND!” she shouted angrily, a bright red aura flaring from the normally quiet and kind Soup Faerie.

      The Techo gulped. Just then, a Uni came forward and grabbed the Techo. “Where were you? Don’t tell me you went around chasing Myncies again... for the last time, there is never a lack of pets in the pound; the pound isn’t a good thing!”

      “Yes, it is...”

      “Be quiet,” she snapped. “You’d better work properly or I’m going to leave you in the middle of the sea. I’m sure some of those Techo eating creatures which come out from the Maraquan Ruins would be more than happy to eat you.”

      “Yes, boss...” he hissed. “I’ll leave my pride, dignity and seething for elsewhere...”

      “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet?” The Uni tossed her mane back and stomped a hoof on the ground. Slowly, she dragged the insane Techo away.

      “Now all that’s cleared up, where’s your owner?” asked the Soup Faerie.

      ***

     Meanwhile, in a different world. “Ah, Key Quest prizes...” a girl yawned. “Huh? How’d I get here?”

     She was on a page called... The Pound...

     “Hey... did I fall asleep on Neopets? Huh... maybe I shouldn’t be so obsessed with Key Quest games... it’s really supposed to be that healthy to play seven hours straight with no breaks. Meh... I’m bored, maybe I’ll visit my User Lookup...”

      The mouse clicked on her User Lookup link...

      “Yep, I love Neopets... been around for the last seven months,” she grinned, leaning back on her chair. “Hey... how come my pets aren’t showing up? What happened to Nano? Grasson? Spincy? Bluezy? This owner has no pets?! How SAD?! WHERE DID MY PETS GO?”

      The keyboard typed in ‘Grasson’...

      “THE POUND?!”

     The keyboard typed in ‘Spincy’...

     “THE POUND?!”

     The keyboard typed in ‘Bluezy’...

      “Does not exist... DOES NOT EXIST?!”

     The keyboard typed in ‘Nano’...

     “Well... YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”

     This unfortunate user certainly did not intend to lose all her pets but here’s an important message for all of us... Never fall asleep while playing Neopets or our mouse may just slip and click on something it shouldn’t and who knows what happens after that.

The End

 
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