Cold Neocolas

     It was Half-Price Day, and I was ready to kick, scream, and claw my way through the Faerie Furniture Store in order to attain a Faerie Fridge. My Neocolas at home weren't cold, and that's just not cool.

     Before the trip, I planned to take the Uni Taxi up there, but Tiger, being an extremely proud Eyrie, insisted on the usage of the Eyrie Taxi instead. Stingy me retaliated by stating that the Eyrie fare was a few Neopoints higher than the Uni one.

     And so we verbalized each other for hours (no name-calling, of course; Tiger knows my self-esteem is smaller than a Skidget). Eventually, Tiger ended up flying towards Faerieland by himself while Hopper and I paid a gorgeous Rainbow Uni to take us there.

     The moment we landed (and after I paid that gorgeous Rainbow Uni), we met up with Tiger, who was waiting for us impatiently while clicking his claws against the fluffy white clouds. His face, annoyed: his eyes, like fire. So I stopped by Jhudora's Cloud and got the little guy a poisonous lollipop.

     Needless to say, he attacked me and we ended up at the Healing Springs minutes later.

     "What in the world happened to your face?" were the first words the healing Faerie said when she saw me.

     Of course, I did not want to place the blame upon Tiger (I may be the owner, but he runs the family), and Hopper (who was eating that poisonous lollipop, by the way) couldn't even hurt a Lady Blurg, so I ended up doing what I do best. I lied.

     "I fell down."

     She stared at me perplexedly. "Fell down.... on the ground?"

     I nodded.

     Her eyes widened in surprise as she gazed upon the fluffy, white clouds that served as a floor in her home. Still quite confused, she pointed at the clouds and responded, "You... fell on that?"

     I nodded once again, and she gave me that look of hers. You know, the one where she turns her head 45 degrees to the right, her eyes fill with tears, and her ear magically appears at the top of her neck? Yeah, that look.

     "I'm sorry, but I'm not allowed to heal humans, but I'm willing to heal those lovely Neopet of yours," she said softly. Slowly, she raised her fingertips and a healing potion appeared in her hands. "Use this wisely," she said happily with a smile.

     "Oh, it's perfect!" Hopper cried joyously and grabbed it out of the healing Faerie's hand. "Here you go, CT!" she cried and rested it against my forehead. "Now doesn't that feel nice?"

     First off, the Healing Potion wasn't even that cool to begin with (it actually kind of burned. Ouch), and second of all, my head didn't ache. My bruises did. But I loved Hopper, so I smiled thankfully at her and held the burning bottle closer against my forehead.

     "Thanks sweetie," I muttered, and her smile grew even wider. Tiger simply rolled his eyes (teenagers nowadays, huh?) and started walking off.

     "C'mon," he growled. "Let's just go to that furniture store."

     So the three of us walked away from the Healing Springs, past Jhudora's purple haven, and through the fluffy, white, could-barely-hold-off-wind-yet-are-still-used-as-a-defense-mechanism gates of Faerieland

     Once we were inside, all three of us briskly walked towards the yellow building topped with what looked to be blue hats. It was surrounded by other yellow and purple buildings with roofs made of clouds, numbers, or upside down winged pencils... architects nowadays, huh?

     I followed Tiger into the Faerie Furniture store and the moment we entered, a crazed Lenny came running towards us, eyes flashing and beak squawking.

     "Tiger, get out of the way!" I cried quickly as the Lenny stampeded towards us, a Fyora Print Bean Bag tugged tightly against it's left wing.

     "It's mine! It's mine! It's all mine!" it cackled evilly as it rushed out of the store.

     "What in the world was that thingamalennie?" Tiger asked in surprise. I just ignored him, for I was used to the war that was restocking, and started to browse through the rather crowded shop.

     Lupes were howling over Dark Faerie Rugs, and Buzz's quickly tried to grab the nearest Light Faerie Lamps. Chia's argued over stoves, Kyrii's quarreled over ovens, and a large, hungry Skeith was standing guard near a Fyora Print Bed.

     "You really want to take that risk?" the Skeith asked as he licked his lips hungrily at a Meerca that dared to approach his bed. Needless to say, the Meerca squeaked and dashed off.

     I shuddered. Nothing's creepier than a Skeith in love with a butterfly-imprinted bed.

     "You spot a Faerie Fridge yet, Hopper dear?" I asked as I jumped over two Wocky's squealing over a Fyora Rules Poster.

     "Nope, not yet CT!" Hopper yelled back at me as she quickly jumped out of two racing Poogles' way.

     "Hah! I beat you again! That Faerie Kitchen Sink is mine!" the yellow Poogle cried triumphantly.

     "Not yet! 553 out of 555!" the blue Poogle cried breathlessly, and they both raced back to the other end of the store.

     "How about you Tiger?" I cried over to my spotted Eyrie. He numbly shook his head and rested his head against a Dark Faerie Sofa.

     "Hey! You get that snotty head of yours off of that sofa!" a Snot Ixi cried vainly as it pulled the sofa away from Tiger. She glared at him and wrapped her snot-covered legs about the sofa. "You still want it now, punk?!"

     Tiger cringed and quickly dashed towards my side.

     "It's like a war in here, CT," Tiger muttered and cowered near my legs.

     "It's okay, Tiger. It'll all be over soon," I said soothingly and stroked his head. Seconds after I did that, the door to the furniture store burst open once more, and the crazed Lenny from before came rushing in, head completely soaked in sweat.

     "Shops are restocking again!" he cried triumphantly and rushed towards the nearest shelf. Momentarily, all of the once empty display cases suddenly became filled with sparkling, new furniture. The stove's steel sides glimmered like diamonds in the light, and the new wooden cupboards looked like gold. For a second, all was peaceful as every restocker, shopper, or gallery owner gazed in admiration at the newly restocked items. Than, the crazed Lenny cried out hideously and rushed towards the nearest Fyora Print Bean Bag.

     "Mine! It's all mine! All mine!" the Lenny cackled and threw a bag of Neopoints at the Light Faerie, who was the unfortunate shop keeper of the store.

     In seconds, the store became a raging battlefield. This time, the Skeith was guarding three new Fyora Print Beds, and Aisha's started bickering over a Dark Faerie Dresser. A red Ruki was making use of it's many legs by grabbing every single Light Faerie Lamp it could find, and a helmet-wearing Tuskaninny charged through the crowd while dragging a Fyora Inspired Vanity Table behind him.

     Tiger instinctively crowded closer against my leg, and I was just about to rush for the door... until I heard Hopper shriek in excitement.

     "Oh CT! Look! Lookie look look!" she cried and fluttered towards me with her Faerie wings. "It's him! It's him!" she squealed and continued to point to her left. "Oh, CT, isn't he just gorgeous!"

     Tiger and I looked to where she was pointing, and I heard Tiger scoff to himself. When I spotted the thing that Hopper was so excited about, II scoffed as well.

     It was Kanrik the Magnificent. Kanrik with his fetching good looks, and sparkling white, sharp teeth. His clothes were shinier than the furniture around him, and a variety of manly daggers were tied around his legs and attached to his belt. His eyes shone handsomely as he winked at nobody in particular, and his muscular arms were wrapped around a-

     "Faerie Fridge!" I gasped (and man did it look beautiful). I heard Hopper cry, "CT! No!" right beside me, and I heard Tiger shout encouraging words. Ignoring both, though, I lunged at Kanrik, my arms outstretched, and my eyes filled with images of the Fridg...

     Why is Kanrik raising his fist lik-

     "Aw, gre-"

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     "So how you feeling, CT?" Tiger asked me as he lifted my leg (which was in a cast) and placed it softly on the coffee table in the lounging area of my Neohome.

     "Well.. the bruises on my bruises are gone," I replied with a snicker.

     Tiger shook his head morosely and gave me a pitiful look. "What am I going to do with you, CT?" Tiger muttered under his breath.

     It was a few days after the incident, and I had just been allowed to come home from the NeoHospital. Both my left leg and arm were covered in a stiff cast (why couldn't Kanrik attack my right side?), and my eyes were just shining in their bruised glory. I couldn't feel my toes, and my teeth ached whenever I tried to chew something... but boy I never felt better.

     "Don't you just love our new Faerie Fridge, Tiger?" I asked dreamily and rested my head against the back of the luxurious sofa.

     "Yeah, I do, but I don't love seeing you in this condition," Tiger said with a laugh.

     "You know what, Tiger? I don't regret what I did, so don't you try to make me change my mind about it," I said hastily back. Tiger just smiled at me.

     "Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked sympathetically.

     "As a matter of fact, yeah, there is," I replied. "Get me a cold Neocola from my new Faerie Fridge."

The End