Fuzzle--to Be Or Not to Be?
Neopia has one popular toy-the famous Fuzzle. These cute
little guys are used for an avatar (if it's blue and evil), fun, happiness, and
as a regular toy. You may think life as a Fuzzle would be easy right? Wrong. Very,
very wrong. Here is a story of how something so good, can go bad.
Billy the red Skeith tapped his blue Fuzzle
repeatedly. *tap**tap**tap* Then, he took to pulling one of its eyes and ripping
the fur-soon, the toy was broken, and Billy began to cry. Needless to say, the
toy should have been crying; but that issue was set aside as Billy's owner came
running to him. The Fuzzle was then tossed into the rubbish dump near Meri Acres
Farm, instead of being rightfully presented to one of the numerous broken toy
Night gently caved in, as more and more owners
tossed their broken toys onto the pile of junk. The stars shone brightly as
the broken Fuzzles lay on the pile of rubbish in silent sadness. Suddenly, the
Fuzzles caught sight of each other, all of them thrown out in the dumpster.
Neopians were not respecting their Fuzzles, and they would one day regret this.
Sadly, this is only the beginning in the sad
tale of the Fuzzles They deserved better, and maybe if they would have been,
Neopia would have been safe. But the Fuzzles kept getting abused, and thrown
away. Soon, the Fuzzles grew weary of their persecution, and one snowy winter's
night a visitor came to speak with them…
Snow drifted lazily down and landed upon the
group of Fuzzles huddled together in misery. Their attempts to build a fire
had failed, and consequently singed one of their party. Suddenly, the padding
of feet was heard outside of the bucket in which they hid. A strange face appeared,
one none of them recognized.
"Hello, you look sad," commented none other
than Dr. Frank Sloth himself.
"We quite are," one brave Fuzzle replied.
"You look a little tattered too. Anything I
can help you with?"
"Not really. All of our owners all threw us
out. They tore us up and tossed us away without consideration for our feelings.
Go figure…we only made them happy, and when they were bored, the wanted nothing
more than to hurt us."
"Poor little Fuzzles" Dr. Frank Sloth's plan
ran quickly through his mind again; the Fuzzles were worth the effort. The Fuzzles
were now convinced that this man had rescued them from all harm. Dr. Sloth picked
up the bucket by the handle, and carried it gently out to his spaceship. He
placed it in the cargo hold and knew that his master plan was now in perfect
The spaceship landed on the outskirts of Terror
Mountain, down by Happy Valley. A vicious storm had formed, as it often does
in Happy Valley. Shielding the Fuzzles, Sloth raced over to a small rock nestled
by the mountain. He stomped his foot on the rock, and a small trapdoor buried
under the snow flung open. The trapdoor revealed stairs leading into the ground
below. This, yes this, was Sloth's infamous laboratory.
Doctor Sloth now performed daring acts to rebuild
the Fuzzles He stitched their mouths, put a tuft of fluff here and there…He
even made them colorful! However, this was only to distinguish their ranks when
he enlisted them in his army. When Sloth reached the last Fuzzle, he only had
a little of each color left-thus-the rainbow Fuzzle was born. The only rainbow
Fuzzle ever created, and the leader of Sloth's marvelous army of Fuzzles
Above all, Sloth made these Fuzzles-evil All
the Fuzzles had a deep desire to conquer Neopia. But, since they seemed so friendly,
they would be the ultimate weapon. Now, to only unleash them in the Neohomes
of those unsuspecting Neopians…And what better time than Christmastime?
Under the Christmas tree, Billy spied an oddly
shape present wrapped with blue paper. He chose it for his next gift to open,
and then ripped the paper off. It was-his old Fuzzle? Except, it must have been
the deluxe edition-how lovely!
"Thanks, mom! This is the best gift ever!" Billy's
owner was preoccupied, didn't even glance at the toy, and commented "You're
welcome, honey." All was well, until Billy poked the Fuzzle. Suddenly, its expression
turned dark and twisted. Its mouth opened as it sucked in air and then let out
an eerie noise. "BOOOOO!" In alarm, Billy tossed the toy into the corner and
ran to his mother, scared out of his wits. Dr. Sloth's plan was working…marvelously.
Back at the laboratory, it appeared as if Sloth
and his evil army were in a heated battle.
"Sloth, we want pay for our services to you!"
"Pah! You're mine now! You have no power here."
The evil Fuzzles began to revolt against Sloth, jumping on him in an attempt
to convince him to their ways. Sloth waved his hand at the evil Fuzzles, and
they flew into the corner and hit the wall with a sickening crunch. The evil
Fuzzles picked themselves up, broken and bruised; mouths coming unstitched.
"That will teach you to listen to me more often,
"Never, Sloth. We've worked tirelessly for you,
as your Fuzzle army, scaring little children for you, and what have you given
"But just wait; just wait until my master plan
unfolds! After I scare them all, I will convince everyone that I am the only
person who can ward off these evil beings."
"But that means you'll destroy us!"
"Exactly." Sloth withdrew his ray gun from a
pocket of his long black jacket and aimed it at the evil Fuzzles The Fuzzles
were desperate; they had nowhere to run, except perhaps onto Sloth! One jumped
onto him, then another, and another. Soon, Sloth was caught in a whirlwind of
evil Fuzzles! His ray gun fell to the floor, the trigger snapped, and the ray
zapped up and hit his seemingly robotic hand. Sloth screamed in agony and fell
to the floor as the Fuzzles jumped off him. They escaped through the trapdoor
and ran out into the icy depths. All of the Fuzzles escaped before Sloth could
say "Neopia is mine forever!" Dr. Frank Sloth leaned out the door and yelled
"This isn't the last you've seen of me, my little evil Fuzzles! Mark my words
carefully, my--!" His voice was quickly drowned out by the storm's gusting wind.
One Bori silently watched from his tightly concealed
cave at the base of the snowy mountain next to Sloth's lair. This Bori had previously
exposed Sloth and his devious plots against Neopia. He was no ordinary Bori-he
had formerly worked for the B.N.I. or the Bureau of Neopets Investigation. His
alias was Donny, and he owned no other name but that. Seeing how mistreated
these Fuzzles were, Donny decided to devote his life to helping broken toys.
Even in Donny's old age, he began a trek up the side of Terror Mountain. He
was surprised by the mounds of snow and ice everywhere-for Happy Valley has
quite different scenery.
The snow started falling harder as Donny neared
the top of the mountain. It started slow, and then increased to a hard blizzard.
Ice spliced Donny's eyelids, and he quickly shut them in pain. A quick light
of hope shattered through his feelings of weariness. His arm clenched over the
top of the mountain, he had made it! Donny stumbled around, dazed and confused.
He saw an old abandoned shack straight ahead, and made a mad dash for the shelter.
The door was quickly jerked open and Donny soon felt comfortable, which was
quite an accomplishment considering how rickety the shack was.
Throughout the years, the shack became Donny's
broken toy repair shop. His first customer was a little Skeith named Billy who
shyly brought to him a small little furry thing. Donny looked at it, and soon
realized it was a Fuzzle.
"I'll fix 'er up in a jiffy there!" Donny said
with a smile, and he fixed the Fuzzle at last to be good-never evil again.
See? Fuzzles do not have it as easily as some
may think. Thankfully, after Sloth's terrible deeds, some Fuzzles were fixed
by Donny, but few were damaged beyond repair. They live on today, still with
the will to conquer Neopia, but they hide it-like dirt swept under the rug.
Many events came from the liberation of the Fuzzle. A game (Evil Fuzzles from
Beyond the Stars), Fuzzle galleries were created (forever preserving the Fuzzle's
majesty), and most importantly, Neopets were happy again. Now, for the answer
to an age old question…
Question: What is the difference between a Fuzzle
and an evil Fuzzle?
Answer: Simple, one is evil and one is not!