Lupe Plushies by _pyrokinesis_ |  |
This was inspired by the picture of Dr.
Sloth holding the Lupe Plushie... heh... just exactly why does he have
one?! This was intended to be kind of humourous and show that everyone has another
side, and um... some of these images are rather horrifying to me…
Dr. Sloth relaxed in his night chamber, wearing his pajamas and fuzzy pink
bunny slippers. He looked suspiciously at the security panel to ensure none
of his brainwashed, overtly strong minions was wandering too close. He sighed
with relief and pulled out a key from his bed stand, then crawled under to retrieve
a small metal box. He looked around with secrecy, then remembered no one save
him was in the room. He blinked, feeling rather stupid, then inserted the key
into a small lock and opened the box. It contained not a sophisticated, high
tech weapon, but a slightly frayed Blue Lupe Plushie. He withdrew it reverently
and hugged it, muttering softly. "Oh, Mr. Wuffles... no one understands my evil
plans! I just wanna take over Neopia, is that such a big thing to ask?" He sighed
and stood up, clutching the plushie to his chest, and walked over to his giant
leather chair and sat down.
There was a sharp knock on the door, then the vacuum like sound of the portal
opening. Sloth's eyes widened and he quickly shoved the plushie behind his back
and swiveled around in his chair. He looked as imposing as an evil warlord should,
except one degrading fact. He was wearing teddy bear pajamas and fuzzy bunny
slippers. The Grundo stopped, perplexed, deep voice echoing in the chamber.
"Sir?"
Sloth narrowed his eyes, "Yes what do you want?" He drummed his fingers impatiently
on the arm of the chair, glaring steadily at the Grundo. The Grundo stared back
at him, face blank. Sloth rolled his eyes, "Well fool?"
The Grundo looked shaken and swallowed. "Nothing sir. But the cafeteria is
all out of those Sugarbunny Surprises that you like so much..."
The Doctor's face fell momentarily but quickly regained his composure. "Well,
it's no matter anyway. Get out of here!"
The Grundo hurriedly bowed and exited, looking relieved.
Dr. Sloth pulled Mr. Wuffles from behind him and scrutinized the tattered plushie.
Half of his left ear was missing, and one eye was about ready to fall out. The
seams on its tail were ripped and fluffy cotton spewed forth. Sloth frowned,
plucking a piece of stuffing from his lap and shoved it back into the stuffed
animal. He sighed and curled up into a small ball, rubbing the plushie against
his face.
Months later…
The invading 'heroes' stormed the ship, taking Sloth and his minions completely
by surprise. Most were defeated, and those that weren't had either escaped or
had been taken prisoner. Dr. Sloth and a few of his closest troops had been
some of the lucky ones, disappearing into space on an escape pod. The Neopians
remained, looking for anything of value, or clues to where Sloth may have taken
refuge.
A Shoyru in battle armour flicked over a small Lupe plushie with his Ice Scimitar,
examining it. He speared it and offered it to his commander, asking, "Who do
you think owned this?" The Lupe in charge of that particular force took it,
sitting back on his haunches. "I don't know," he replied, "Probably a slave."
The End |
