A Punchbag Named Sid
"Take a break now, the next battledomer will be here soon,"
the announcer told Sid. However, the ill-beaten punchbag wasn't listening. He
was looking into the distance in the BD arena, and his face looked somewhat wistful.
This life… This lot… It just wasn't fair! Sid's
straw lips curled up to form a cold frown as he snarled in whispers.
"I hate you, Bob!"
Going back in time…
"Alive! My second creation!" the Scorchio Scientist
shouted. He was holding a big punchbag in his hands. The mad Hatten waved with
the stuffed, oversized toy.
"A brother?" A figure asked demurely from the
shadows. It looked the same as the doll that Hatten the Scientist had waved
"Oh yes! Tell me his name!" Hatten cried out.
"Oh… Not Bob. That's mine," the person said quietly.
It was Punchbag Bob, but he looked younger and filled with life, yet gray and
"Well… B and D. BD… The Battledome!" the Scientist
bellowed, "It'll end with a D!"
"Don't make it like mine," Bob pleaded as he
faded into the shadows.
"Not Dod… Then… Did? No… Bid… NO! No more of
that annoying Wocky! Kid? Too much neopet-like. Of course! Sid!" the Scorchio
waved the punchbag frantically.
"A punchbag named Sid, eh? Well, I'll try to
be a good brother and example," Bob said.
"It's alive!" Hatten shouted again.
"Let's play today!" the bigger punchbag shouted.
Bob was holding a ball, and he was tossing it around.
"Nah," said the smaller one. Sid shook his head
as he flipped the pages restlessly. This was the last book in the Scientist's
library, and he wanted to read more.
"Always your books… Nothing interesting!" Bob
said as he kicked the soccer ball high into the sky.
"We are supposed to be hiding, Bob!" Sid whispered
as he saw Hatten come around the corner.
"And?" Bob sneered.
"You'll get in trouble," the smaller punchbag
said, "That's what the books say."
"You and your books!" Bob snorted as he kicked
the ball even higher. By now, the Scorchio had seen the both of them.
"Very good, Bob!" he said as he came running.
Hatten took a small ball and handed it to Bob.
"What's going on?" Sid asked with confusion.
"Drop your books and just play, Sid!" the Scientist
called out as he grabbed the punchbag's arm.
It was a ball game, of course. Bob excelled at
all activities concerning sports. The three would send the ball flying to each
other. Each time that Sid missed, the Scientist would reprimand him. But when
Bob missed the ball, which was very rare, Hatten didn't say anything at all.
Sid felt a surge of disappointment and hurt every time that he tripped. Bob
laughed. The Scorchio didn't say anything.
It was the fifteenth time that got it. As Sid
kicked the ball away and fell onto the grass, Bob laughed so hard so he also
"Concentration, Bob!" the Scientist shouted,
running after the ball.
"Why do you laugh?" Sid asked Bob. That annoying
feeling in his stomach just wouldn't disappear, and he needed some answers.
"You… look… so… funny!" the bigger punchbag exclaimed
as he laughed again.
It was a merry, good-natured laugh, but Sid heard
it differently. In his ears, Bob's voice was a thousand echoes and all those
laughs plucked strings in his heart, just like a harp. They burst one by one,
as no one said or did anything.
The game went on. For Sid, it wasn't a game anymore.
It was something different. Each time he had to send the ball to Bob, he kicked
it as hard as he could. Sometimes Bob would be hit and yell, "Ouch!"
When the Scientist left for his lab, the punchbag
brothers had a little chat.
"Why did you do that?" Bob asked, rubbing his
"What?" Sid said.
"Because I'm the favorite?" the bigger punchbag
asked as he stared at Sid.
"What's favorite?" Sid asked, having a prickly
feeling in his spine. The answer wasn't going to be pleasant.
"You've seen it. Preferred. Does that answer
your question?" Bob said with an angry tone and walked away.
Sid just stood there, letting the information
sink in. Favorite… Being special. The bitter taste of losing spread in the punchbag's
mouth as he walked off to the house.
The big, nice house that they lived in. But Sid
had never really felt like it was his home. And definitely not now. What was
a home, really? The little punchbag wandered as he pondered over the questions.
A punchbag named Sid learned what injustice was.
"Reading books again?" Bob raised his eyebrow
as he looked at Sid.
"Yeah," the little punchbag replied as he stared
intently at the page. This was a wonderful story, about Hannah in the Pirate
Caves. She was so daring, so brave and quite sneaky. It was so exciting.
His vision blurred as he grasped for the book.
Bob had taken it and he was waving around with it, just like the Scientist when
he had done a great discovery.
"Let's see here… Eek! A fairytale! Grow up, Sid!"
Bob said as he threw the book in Sid's lap. Sid looked at his book, with some
pages torn out by Bob's brusque actions. A sudden anger flared up inside him.
When had he walked into Bob's life and ruined something?
Then again, everything that Bob owned was about
fighting. Little slingshots, arrows and other trinkets were in his room.
"Are books good for anything?" Sid wondered as
he tried to piece the pages together. Bad Bob, ruining the book. Fury made him
do it on impulse.
Sid whacked Bob. More pages flew from the book
as it hit the punchbag's head with a loud noise.
"Ow! What did you do that for?" Bob asked.
"Fair is fair," Sid replied, "At least that's
what books say."
"We're supposed to fight! But not with books!
With items!" Bob held up a Pumpkin Stick and shoved it into Sid's hand.
"What are we for?" Sid asked, surprised by the
turn of events.
"I don't know. Obey the Scientist and you'll
be fine," Bob replied as he glared at the younger punchbag.
"Don't you want to know?" Sid asked, staring
"No," Bob replied flatly, "Why? We're just punchbags.
Punchbags don't have brains, they just have stuffing. Punchbags are made to
fight, that's what Doctor Hatten said the first day."
"Well, I don't want to fight! And I happen to
like my brain just fine!" Sid argued.
"You won't have a brain if all your stuffing
is knocked out," Bob said coldly, "Obey and rise. Or stand up and fall." He
turned around and walked away.
"Why, Bob? Why?" Sid shouted desperately after
"I don't want trouble," was the last thing that
Bob said when he left through the door.
"Bob?" The meek little sound made the bigger
"I'll tell you one thing. Soon I'll be out of
here and you'll have the whole house to yourself. Happy?" Bob walked away as
he hung his head. It had been fun, and it was good to obey. He had gotten strong,
and his HP was way more than any pet's. Bob was proud, and he was kind of sad
to leave this house, his home. Then again, his future waited for him. In the
"Bob!" Sid shouted as the other punchbag left
through the big, white double-doors.
"I hate you, Bob!" Sid hissed as he turned around
and ran to his room.
"We aren't supposed to be stupid! We don't have
to obey! We have the same rights as other pets, don't we? Why didn't you do
anything? Why did you take sides? Were you afraid? We could've done it, could've
rebelled together! Instead, you left me…" Sid's thoughts were a mess as he hit
The loud thudding noise told the older punchbag
that it was over. Sid may not have accepted it, but he would learn. In time.
"I'm sorry, little brother," the wind chased
those words spoken from Punchbag Bob.
Back to the present…
"Bob? You always taught me the best, but then
you left me alone. Alone to fend for myself. I never really did understand Doctor
Hatten. Were you right? Was blind obedience the only way?" Sid looked contemplative
as he just stood there.
"No! Bob… I'll never truly understand you." Sid
"Excuse me, Mr. Punchbag, but can we battle?"
a Baby Kacheek asked quietly.
"Prepare to battle!"