Also by hottamale0774
Once upon a time there was a green Scorchio named Arnold,
who at that moment was sitting quietly in the living room of his small house.
He lived a poor life, as did his owner, a young girl named Stephanie. The two
of them continued to sit in silence, waiting for the bomb to drop.
"Arnold," Stephanie said sorrowfully, "I think
I'm going to abandon you."
Arnold's eyes opened wide; he had no idea what
to say. "But...but why?" he asked. His owner was abandoning him? How could this
be? He thought she had loved him.
"Just look around! We're the poorest family in
Neopia Central. If you really love me, like I love you, you'll get out of this
house so I can make some Neopoints without having to waste them on taking care
"But Stephanie, I thought that was what love
was all about! Sticking together through the tough times. Why, why are you really
abandoning me?" The Scorchio was on the verge of tears.
"I just have to, okay? Oh, and it could also
be because I'm one of those stereotypical owners that only cares about my pet's
appearance, not what's on the inside," Stephanie commented thoughtfully.
"Please don't leave me!" Arnold cried dramatically.
"I'm so sorry, Arnold. I will always love
you, remember that. Remember me..." her voice trailed off.
The two of them walked to the pound in solemnity,
then stepped in and spotted Dr_Death. "Are you here to abandon that?"
he asked in a cold voice, pointing to Arnold.
"Yes," Stephanie said, crying. "It's because
I am but a poor helpless Neopian so...I need to abandon my pet!"
"All right. Just leave it here, it'll be fine.
Stories like this always have happy endings."
The pound was very dirty. Even though Arnold
had lived his entire life in a place that was kind of filthy, it was nothing
compared to the pound. The whole hallway that he and Dr_Death walked through
was dimly lit and had a floor that appeared to be made out of dirt. Cages that
only went up to Arnold's shoulder lined each side of the hallway, holding scrawny-looking
pets. Dr_Death motioned him to go into the last cage of the hallway on the right
side, which was next to a red Gelert.
"Meal times are whenever we feel like feeding
you, which is usually once a week or so, and that's about all you need to know
for your life at the pound. Good day."
With that speech, Dr_Death closed the cage door
and locked it, and then strutted back down the hallway.
"Hi, I'm Barry," the red Gelert said, "I think
we can be great friends."
"Actually, we can't, Barry. Why don't we skip
this whole part of this stupid pound story because we know any day a rich owner's
going to come along and adopt me and paint me royal anyways? It's like pulling
teeth having to just talk and become friends with you and then have someone
say 'want to come home with me, Arnold?' and I have to choose between the owner
and staying in the pound with you. Why would I want to stay with you anyways
when there's the prospect of a royal paint brush and good food?"
Barry slowly nodded, backing as far away from
Arnold as he could. The Gelert obviously thought the Scorchio was mad, which
was just what Arnold wanted.
Arnold sighed, and moved into his cage that was
apparently also made of dirt. "Oh, why did Stephanie have to abandon me? I'm
going to be stuck in the pound forever -- or at least that's what I think right
now -- and I'll never find the right owner."
Just as he said that, a Darigan Kougra stepped
into the hall. "I'm a mean, snotty rich pet that was just put in the pound.
But don't worry, I won't last for long," the Kougra stated matter of factly.
To Arnold's shock, Stephanie had entered the
pound once again. Upon seeing the Kougra, she squealed, "It's a Darigan Kougra!
Adoption Uni, please, I want to adopt this one! I've learned my lesson, I'll
never take care of a pet that doesn't look cool again." Before she left with
her new Darigan Kougra, her gaze met Arnold's. "Remember that I still love you,"
Tears welled up in the Scorchio's eyes once more.
His owner had left him...only to adopt a painted pet. "Go on," Arnold called
back to Stephanie, "I don't need you. I don't need anybody!"
Barry stepped out of his cage and came to comfort
the poor pet. "Arnold, I know you're going through a lot right now. Just remember
to be strong, and walk tall."
Arnold groaned. "I told you that I didn't want
to make friends with you, there's no point."
"You're right," Barry replied. "But you know,
I'm a really useless character and I just wanted to do something."
"You want to be useful? Then go away, this is
my story," Arnold snickered.
Arnold lay down on the cold, hard floor.
"Any day now a rich owner will come adopt me.
Any day now..." he muttered, and then went to sleep.
Three days passed and no sight of the rich owner
had come. On the second day Barry had been adopted by some boy that looked poor,
and Arnold had laughed in the Gelert's face as he sadly walked away with his
new owner. At least the pest wouldn't be invading his story anymore.
To make matters worse, also on the second day
Stephanie had come back with her Darigan Kougra, seen the newly-abandoned rainbow
Draik, and immediately adopted her. This time she completely ignored Arnold.
So, by this point Arnold was about to take even
a poor owner.
Just wait one more day. Good things usually
happen on the fourth day, Arnold thought.
In what stories do they? another, smarter,
part of Arnold's brain asked.
My point exactly.
Deciding to ignore his feuding brain, Arnold
went to sleep.
"Let's get that pet, Mommy, that pet!" was the
shrill cry that woke Arnold up.
"That pet is very cute, but we've got to adopt
that Scorchio over there because this is his story."
Arnold opened his eyes and sat up. This was it,
the rich owner!
The owner and a baby Kougra, obviously her pet,
walked over to Arnold's cage.
"Yeah, I'm supposed to ask if you want to come
home with me and you're supposed to cry and this will be all mushy, but why
don't you just come with me without shedding one tear?"
"Okay! Wait a minute, you're rich, right? Because
I don't want to be adopted by some poor person who won't love me."
"Of course I'm rich," the owner replied. "By
the way, I'm Becca. This Kougra here is named Diane. Come on, and say goodbye
to the pound forever! I'm also going to buy you everything you ever wanted,
so don't worry about that either."
Arnold left his cage gleefully, and skipped to
the adoption desk with his brand new owner that was going to love him so much.
On the way up to the desk, he saw many pets in their cages: a Skeith eating
a rather large lunch, a Lenny reading a book, and a Uni putting on makeup.
"I'm here to adopt--" Becca began.
The adoption Uni cut her off. "You're adopting
the green Scorchio and giving him a nice loving home where he can forget about
his poor past."
Becca winked, and handed the Uni the required
sum of Neopoints "You've got this story all figured out."
"Where are we going? Even though I know
it's the rainbow pool, I still have to ask," Arnold said.
"It's a surprise," Becca replied, grinning.
"Close your eyes, Arnold, close them!" Diane
The Scorchio shut his eyes tightly, and a minute
later, Becca commanded for him to open them. He gasped in shock at what he saw,
even though he wasn't shocked at all.
The three of them were standing before the rainbow
pool, and Becca was hiding something behind her back.
"Becca, hurry up and give me the royal paint
brush already," Arnold urged her.
"Okay, fine." Becca slowly pulled the
paint brush out from behind her back, then practically thrust it into Arnold's
face. "Surprise! I bought you a royal paint brush!" she exclaimed.
Arnold gave a huge gasp.
"Why did you gasp when you knew that was coming?"
"Dramatic purposes," Arnold replied while grabbing
the paint brush and jumping into the Rainbow Pool.
When Arnold came out a few seconds later he was
royal. I could explain about what a royal Scorchio looks like, but you could
go to the Rainbow Pool and look at it for yourself and save me the trouble.
I like that idea better.
"You look fab-u-lous Arnold!" Diane shrieked.
"Whatever," Arnold mumbled.
"Don't you like it?" Becca asked.
Arnold's eyes snapped open; beads of sweat ran
down his face. He quickly got up from his bed, then looked in the mirror.
He was green.
He ran down the steps, only to find Stephanie
making him a nice breakfast in the kitchen. "Well hey, Arnold, how are you doing?"
Arnold would have fainted, but instead he needed
to say something. "It was all a dream!"
"What was, honey?" Stephanie asked.
"Oh, it was nothing... I love you, Stephanie."
Tears streamed down the Scorchio's cheeks.
"I love you too, Arnold! And I always, will.
Always," she whispered.
The two of them embraced each other tightly,
and Arnold realized that she loved him for who he was, not his looks.
...And they both lived happily ever after.