Petpets: An Uprising

Written by: Xil

Fellow Neopians: lend me your ear, paw, antenna, snout, tail... sword of apocalypse... neodrops... whatever, you get the point!

I come with fair warning, a call for you all to heed. Sloth is not the only mastermind with whom we share Neopia! But there is another fear, one which lies in our homes, plays with our neopets, and is cute to the very bitter end! My friends, it is no longer the Meepits we must fear, but every petpet from the proudest Noil to the fluffiest Angelpuss! I come with warning! A sad tale of a petpet gone awry, read with your minds open and your pets nearby. For ours is a greater fear than any we have faced yet!

My pet Goisa and I have been together for a fair while. Whether it was working on algebra problems, fighting hordes of Meridellians during war, or doing some essays for me while I chowed down on neopuffs, we've seen the best and the worst of each other. About two years ago, a few good friends of mine awarded Goisa and me a wonderful gift: a Pink Noikeet. You could imagine our surprise when we received this little bundle of love. Despite Goisa's no-nonsense attitude, he and our Noilkeet came to be close companions. It was nice to get away for awhile and know that my neopet was having a good time. Whether it was playing mini-putt, or a round of dice-a-roo: the two were literally inseparable. There were times when things seemed less cheery- Goisa would be off fighting a battle and our Noilkeet would be huddled in a corner doing his usual petpet deeds in his usual petpet manner. One day, I came upon our Noilkeet attempting to get at Goisa's snowglobe staff... What was going on here? I had assumed he was hungry, so I took him out for some food and made nothing of it, and things were quiet for a little while afterwards.

That was, until, I started noticing that my Pink Noilkeet would disappear for hours at a time, often returning with no explanation. When I inquired to my young furry friend, he'd simply make strange clicking noises, or hiccup, or not react at all. I was clearly getting flustered at the matter. Once, he disappeared for nearly three days, returning only with a strange amount of orange jelly coating upon him.

I was not to be made the fool though. My young Neopet and I decided to lie in wait. Perplexing, questioning, wondering what it was that this little fur ball of fluffiness was getting to. The first few nights were amiss- Goisa and I would fall asleep while young Noilkeet would yawn, burp, or even hiss at us! Distraction lied at every corner. Whether it was a new TV, or a huge slice of cake, there was always something to make us turn our heads while our little Noilkeet fled the scene.

It was not until a few weeks into our investigation that we finally got a break. He pulled all his usual tricks: shiny toys, bright lights, and pretty pictures... One night, I was absorbed in a shiny tin can until Goisa pulled me out of it. Our little renegade had planted a shiny and pretty old can in order to make me forget about him. It had nearly worked too. We followed a good distance behind him. Being pink, it was rather easy for us to distinguish our Noilkeet from the ground of the Haunted Woods where we live. We silently tracked for a few hours until we came to a clearing... I had never been this scared in my life.

Hundreds, upon hundreds of little petpets--Parakeets, Mallards, Puppyblews, even Robocrushes! All were gathering in this great clearing, proclaiming... clicking, burping, and hopping up and down. We were unsure at first, but slowly, a clear grumble...well, more like a squeak could be heard... a massive squeak, of hundreds of high-pitched voices... "REV...." We made the word out little by little "...OL..."" Revol..., I was lost, and confused, and staring at a shiny volcanic rock until Goisa nearly screamed it out and blew our cover... Revolution! The petpets were attempting to stage a revolution!!

It went dead silent; we ducked down and hid behind a conveniently placed log. Waiting in fear that we would never spin the wheel of excitement, or have some omelette again. We must have been behind that log for hours, the fear never subsiding, and the night only getting colder. Once we had gathered the courage, we slowly raised ourselves up. Hiding behind Goisa, my view was rather obstructed, but as he gasped, I did too. They had all disappeared. Each and every one of them.

Stumbling through the Haunted Woods and finding our way home, we eventually arrived and found our young Noilkeet lying in the center of his usual rug, within a quiet slumber... In a state of shock and confusion, me and Goisa could do only what we thought sensible--we ate cake. As I went to bed that night, I waited and waited for our Noilkeet to come upstairs and slam the door open, and yet... Nothing happened. Our Noilkeet never again practiced any trickery, nothing! In fact, he still lives with us to this very day. I have tried returning to that clearing, and I've even tried to report it to the local authorities, but all just look at with me strange and funny faces (which is normal, I do reside in the Haunted Woods). So, I go about my days, waiting in silence (unless you include writing this for the local newspaper) for the day when Cubetts refuse to play with their pets, and begin to plot and make alliance with an even more ghastly troupe, the petpetpets!

I have told this story many times and warned many Neopians of the nature of neglect when it comes to petpets. Many have ignored me, and some have even laughed! But this warning is one I carry with me. I ask you now to heed my advice and take care of young 'Fluffy', 'Meow meow,' or 'Cuddles McGee’ for one day, it could be them that takes care of us.