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The door swung open revealing...
"Why, it's a cuddly widdle pink Meepit!" cried
Harriet, rushing up to what was possibly the most evil and least cuddly Meepit
in Neopia.
"I am not a cuddly widdle pink Meepit!" cried
the tiny rodent, scratching at Harriet. "Put me down!"
Harriet did not put her new friend down. She
hugged him. The Meepit bit her. "Yaaa-ouch!" Harriet cried, rushing back to
Rosie, Spot, Albert, and Sebastian. "You're mean!"
The Meepit brushed back his pink fur. "You think
the axis of evil is nice and cuddly? Think again!"
"Why?" said Sebastian, stepping forward. "Why
do you want to take over Neopia?"
"Well, it's just so... so... so darn take-over-able!"
cried the Meepit. "I've lived my life wanting to accomplish something, and here
I am! The only thing stopping me now is you five!"
"You'll never get your filthy little paws on
Neopia!" cried Rosie, pulling out a quill.
"I already have!" roared the Meepit. "It's already
mine!"
Sebastian rolled his eyes. "What makes you so
sure?"
"You are no match for me, you foolish creatures!
If I only have to fight you five, then consider the battle for Neopia already
over, for I, George, the axis of evil, the terror that flaps in the night, the
five-time winner of Neopia's Meepit of Doom contest, the leader of the Writer's
Woes, and the King of the Meepits shall PREVAIL!" he cried.
Harriet scratched her ears. "Your name is George?"
"Yes? You've got a problem with that?" asked
George.
Harriet shook her head. "My mind seems clearer
all of a sudden, though," she said.
Sebastian and Albert ran forward. "We're not
going down without a fight, George!" they yelled, pulling out their weapons
of mass destruction. Rosie and Harriet did the same, in turn. Spot sat and tried
to look threatening, or as threatening as a igneous rock could be.
George smiled, and without warning, the small
pink Meepit had latched onto Spot. Spot howled in pain, as the Meepit scratched
and bit. "Ouch! Get it off! Oww!" cried Spot.
"That Meepit's got a vicious streak!" said Albert.
"Yeah, it's a killer!" said Sebastian, trying
to get in firing range without hurting Spot.
George wasn't all biting and scratching though.
As Harriet, Albert, Rosie, and Sebastian prepared to fire, George whipped out
a wand, and pointed it at the four.
"Ooh, I'm so threatened," mocked Sebastian.
"Give up now, George," said Rosie. "If you do,
we promise no harm will come to you!"
The Meepit didn't move. A grin grew over his
fluffy pink face. It turned into a smirk. And then he began to laugh. And laugh.
And laugh. "Muahahahaha! MUAHAHA!" The laughs reverberated off the walls of
the space station. Harriet covered all of her ears with a little difficulty.
"We've had it! Take this!" cried Sebastian,
and with that, he fired his gun straight at the pink Meepit. He was not the
only one who had fired a shot, however. Harriet, Rosie, and Albert all had fired
at George.
And George had fired at the same time. The blasts
hit each other in midair, and bounced back off one another. The League felt
the shock of their attack, and suddenly, time seemed to stand still...
"Do you think they are awake yet?"
"Maybe. Look, he's opening his eyes! Hey there,
Albert!" said a familiar voice.
Albert shook his head and sat up. He saw Jay
and a second blurry figure standing behind him. Albert squinted up at the Eyrie.
"What happened?"
"Well, your attacks on George backfired. And
in turn, George's shot backfired," said Jay.
"What happened to him?" asked Albert.
"Well, let's just say the Ash Mote population
is celebrating a new arrival," smiled Jay.
"Ewww! That's so gross, Jay!" shrieked Harriet,
who had just woke up along with Rosie and Sebastian.
"Where are we?" Rosie asked.
The figure from behind Jay stepped forward.
"You are in the Faerieland Book shop. I am the Faerie Librarian, and I thank
you for stopping those pests in that evil space station," said the Faerie Librarian.
Nobody spoke, except Harriet, who made an excited
squeaking sound and said, "A REAL Faerie? Wow! Gosh! Gee! Zowwies! I mean, wow."
Sebastian rolled his eyes at Harriet.
Rosie stepped forward. "Excuse me, but how do
you two know about George? What's really going on here?"
The Faerie smiled at the little Ixi. "You have
always had the mind of a detective, Rosie," she said, softly.
Rosie smiled, and blushed.
"The fact is, Jay and I knew about this space
station long ago. Nobody else in Neopia knew. Not even the Queen Faerie. Although
Jay and I would have been strong enough to stop this new evil force, we wanted
to throw them for a loop.
"You see, these foes like the Writer's Blocks
and the Dull Pencils can only affect the writers of Neopia. Nobody else even
knows of their existence. I decided that you four could take up the challenge
after I saw your website," said the Faerie.
"Who's the webma--"
"Albert, shut up," interrupted Rosie.
The Faerie continued. "I knew you four were
up to this challenge. Along with Jay, and a little help from the Tiki Tack Man
you four helped me rid Neopia's writers of this evil. And to that I would now
like to reward you," she finished.
"Reward?" Sebastian said, a little to anxious.
"Yes," she said, and with a swish of her hand,
a large cloud of fog had engulfed the four.
Once the fog has cleared, Sebastian looked around
for his gold. "Where's the reward?" he said, impatiently.
The Faerie only smiled.
"Look! I'm flying! I'm a Faerie Aisha!" cried
Harriet, raising herself three feet off of the ground on her new delicate wings.
Albert, Rosie, and Sebastian all looked to find themselves decorated with new
Faerie wings.
"It's a Pteri, it's a Lenny, no... it's Albert!"
yelled Albert, doing a nose-dive into Rosie, who gracefully flew out of his
way.
Even Sebastian couldn't contain his joy at becoming
a Faerie Lupe. He flew higher than any of them, and mocked Jay's common red
wings from the ceiling. "Nice wings, Eyrie! Too bad they aren't purple like
some of ours!"
Jay raised an eyebrow and turned to the Faerie
Librarian. "Did they really get rid of all those writer's woes? Is George gone
for good?"
The Faerie only smiled.
Meanwhile, in a junk yard far, far away...
A small group of refugees sat huddled up in
a corner. "That little George! Thought he was so great, and then went and got
impaled by his own sword," said the King of the Writer's Blocks.
"I concur," said the Czar of the Dull Pencils.
A small, frazzled, pink creature came waddling
out of the depths of the junk. "I'm not quite dead yet," it said, menacingly.
"George? Is that you? Behind that Ash Mote?"
said the King of the Writer's Blocks.
"Yes, of course it's me! Gather all of your
troops, for we aren't through with that stupid League yet!" he cried.
"Umm... this is it."
"This is what?" asked George.
"This is all of us that survived the crash.
After the Faerie Librarian hit the scene, she took the League and blew up the
space station," said the King of the Ink Stains.
"Curses! Do not worry, for we shall endure still!
For I shall--"
"Oh, give it up, blockhead."
The End
Author's Note: Is this the end of George? Didn't you know he would come
into play sometime in this wacky tale of bravery, friendship, and goodness prevailing
over evil? Not to mention the heroic deeds of Harriet, Albert, Rosie, and Sebastian
together with some help from Tiki, Spot, and Jay! But I guess you'll never know,
for this really is...
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