"But Zen! You promised!"
"Oh, shut up!"
Angrily I whirled around to face my moronic little
brother, Kevin, who was staring at me with a look of disappointment in his round
eyes. Boy, he was being a real pain today! Dealing with his relentless attempts
to annoy me and his constant nagging was enough to bear; having to take him
on "an adventure" to Neopia Central was unbearable. You'd think that after that
whiny little Shoyru persuaded Mom into getting a Halloween Paint Brush for him,
he'd be quiet for a little while. But no. Of course not. That's not enough
After getting painted something befitting his
obnoxiously bubbly personality, bratty little Kevin decides it's time to get
rid of his old Slorg, Mipsy, and get a new petpet that'll suit his tastes better.
Mipsy was a Mutant Slorg that had been in the family for longer than anyone
could remember. Not only did Mom happily auction off the old petpet,
but she made me escort him to go get a new pet to "suit his tastes."
And now we had stopped only ten feet away from
the Dwarf Tree in our front yard, bickering like… well, children.
"I'm going to tell Mommy," Kevin warned, as if
that would sway me. His red tail flicked in amusement, as if he expected me
to fall on my knees and beg for him not to.
"Oh no, Mommy," I mumbled sarcastically. "C'mon,
you moron. We don't have time for distractions." Anyways, I was looking forward
to getting home so I could practice some more GoGoGo! with my friend Lane. Knowing
the time it would take to get there, I had decided to leave an hour in advance
to make sure we had enough time to play.
Groaning about how I was going to pay for insulting
him, Kevin whizzed forward and caught up to me in a matter of seconds. Luckily,
our house wasn't too far from the petpet shop. It wasn't the shop that was concerning
me. It was what would happen inside of it. Knowing Kevin, he'd probably wreck
the place, break into tears, and blame it on me. Of course it would take just
a glance for Mom to send me to my room, while I fumed for hours at my mindless
excuse for a sibling.
"So, what are you planning on buying?" I asked,
trying to get the little booger into a proactive mood so we could get in and
out effortlessly. Little did I know it would be much more than that.
Kevin stared at me with a stubborn gleam in his
eyes, and I gave him a frown and a sigh. "Okay, you can talk," I said, remembering
I had told him to shut up earlier. He was constantly taking everything so literally
just to tick me off.
"Well, I was planning on getting something wild,
something zany," he began with a great enthusiasm he had kept masked. I groaned.
Like we need another hyper addition to the
family, I thought.
"The petpet shop!" Kevin shouted with delight,
pointing ahead as if pointing out the oasis at the end of a scorching desert.
I sighed, rolling my eyes.
"Oh my, we've been walking for two minutes now,"
I groaned sarcastically. "What a nice end to our long and difficult journey."
"Be quiet," Kevin squealed, zipping forward,
purposely knocking me in the back with his pitchfork.
"Ah!" I shouted, rubbing the spot tenderly; he'd
already made that the target of most of his little "love pokes," as my mom likes
to call them. "Love pokes"? More like "hate pokes." "I'm not going to help you,
you little brat, if you do that again!"
Kevin slumped to the ground, pitchfork nestled
in the crook of his arms. "Oh, Zen, you know I'm just joking with you," he said,
his voice so layered with honey it's hard to resist… well, for people who aren't
used to Kevin's sickly sweet I'm-so-sorry-please-forgive-me voice. For me, it
didn't cut it.
"Yeah right," I mumbled inaudibly so that the
Halloween Shoyru could not hear, and grabbing him by the hand I picked him up
and stumbled into the petpet shop.
Above me, a little copper bell emitted a ting.
The friendly Usul shopkeeper was pouring Spardel chow into the kennel of Spardels.
Surprisingly, there were very few customers in the shop, and as I looked around
I could see an abundance of petpets. It was pretty neat looking at all the different
species, but Kevin was completely taken aback.
Descending to the ground (a rare thing for him),
Kevin propped his pitchfork up against an unused portion of the wall and stared
out in wonder and awe at the petpets around him. Our ears were filled with soft
hums, sharp yowls, comforting purrs, gentle meows, and sweet birdsongs. I'd
never seen Kevin so calm and collected before, but an unnatural, devious red
gleam glimmered in his eyes for a moment before fading. I questioned whether
or not I saw it at all.
"Hello," the Usul said, breaking my thoughts,
as she stepped over to us with a grin on her face. "How can I help you?"
"I'm - I mean, we're here to get a petpet for
my brother, Kevin," I said, pointing out the little moron. As if I needed to
point him out. The Usul kept smiling.
"Hi," Kevin murmured, staring at the ground,
putting on his best cute face. It was truly pathetic.
"How cute," the Usul declared, beaming. Kevin
smirked, victorious. I hid a groan. "So, what petpet do you think you want?"
"Well, I want something like me. Kind of energetic,
fun-loving, willing to get into trouble-"
"'Willing to get into trouble?' Hm, I think I
might know what you want." The Usul beckoned to us with a delighted paw and
bounced happily down the aisle. I followed out of curiosity; Kevin, meanwhile,
was enthralled by the aspect of getting what he wanted. For some reason that
wasn't much of a surprise.
As we followed the Usul, we passed by kennels
and cages of all shapes and sizes. One held a bawling Kadoatie, shrieking in
a way that made my skin crawl; another held a bunch of yipping Spardels who
were all running into each other and the bars that contained them. In a small
birdcage a small family of Beakadoodles chirped merrily, oblivious of their
surroundings. Beneath them a Turmac poked and growled at them, pressing his
scaly paws to his ears to block out the noises. A Weewoo twittered nearby, staring
brightly out at us. A Reptillior hissed as we approached, and a family of Yullies
dashed into the shadows of their cage.
"Here," the Usul said at last, pointing to a
small, glass-paneled box. "Exactly what you're looking for. Something that's
willing to get into-"
"An Angelpuss?!" Kevin shouted, appalled. He
crouched down next to the small gathering of the white-faced, whiskered kittens
who were nonchalantly grooming themselves. "They're neat freaks, aren't they?
Doesn't sound like something that wants to get dirty, inside or out."
"Not the Angelpi," the Usul said, shaking her
head. She opened up the box; the Angelpi stared up at her with bright, star-studded
eyes. She reached into their number to grab one out.
What I heard next can only be described as a
squeal, a discontented squeal on the edge of a horrible shriek. The squeal faded
and whatever the Usul was holding began to hiss violently; within the crowd
of Angelpi, who now looked horrified. I could tell that it was putting up a
good fight. The Usul seemed to be struggling to hold on to it. Eventually, the
hissing turned to spitting, and by the time the Usul managed to pull whatever
it was out of the cage she looked like a nervous wreck.
In her hands was a squalling pink Angelpuss -
and yet, it was not an Angelpuss. It was squatter and lacked a halo; instead,
two pointy red horns poked from its fluffy pink fur. It looked unkempt; its
whiskers were all bent and crooked and its yellow eyes flashed maliciously at
us. The benevolent eyes of the Angelpi staring up at us made me certain that
this was no Angelpuss. A tail just as red as the creature's horns extended from
its back and swung idly in the air, tipped with an arrowhead-shaped spine at
the end. Its feet were not paws but orange claws, which made me very uncomfortable.
What in the name of Fyora was this? I'd
never seen anything like it before in my life. The horrible petpet continued
hissing, although it calmed down considerably after seeing Kevin. My little
brother was staring at it with a glossy adoration in his eyes. I groaned, and
this time, I did not try to hide it.
"It's… It's a… A-"
"A Devilpuss," the Usul stated calmly, seemingly
ignoring the kitten who was now shrieking wildly at the sound of her voice.
"The polar opposite of an Angelpuss. Where an Angelpuss might store love, it
stores hate. An Angelpuss's benevolence is its malevolence; an Angelpuss's compassion
is its mercilessness. They might be fickle, ill-tempered, overly clever, smart
alecks, rude, and, at times, evil, but if you can manage to train one
you will find no petpet more loyal or loving than it."
Kevin reached out a hand to touch the Devilpuss;
it hissed in protest as the hand extended, but did not explode in rage when
the Shoyru's hand brushed against the pink tuft of hair on its head. "There,
there now," he cooed, "I'm going to take you home."
Well, I guess that meant it was settled. "How
much are you asking for it?" I asked the Usul.
The Usul didn't hear me; she was too busy staring
with her jaw agape at Kevin, who was now effortlessly stroking the now purring
"Miss?" I asked, and she snapped back to attention.
"Oh, sorry," she murmured apologetically. "What
did you say?"
"How much are you asking for it?"
"Oh, you can keep him for free!" the Usul shouted
back almost instantly with a sense of delight in her voice. "It's obvious that
your brother and that Devilpuss were a made match. They'll do fine together."
"Thanks so much!" Kevin exclaimed, grinning widely.
The Devilpuss now was purring contentedly in his arms as he stroked it rhythmically.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of it."
"Good," the Usul said with a wide grin. It was
almost as if she were happy to get rid of the creature. Then I realized, Maybe
she is? It made sense. She obviously didn't really like the Devilpuss all
that much. "Oh, and if you were wondering, it's a girl. We never named her."
"How about… Angel! I know, Angel!" Kevin said,
as if the name were the most inventive, original, fitting name he'd ever concocted.
The Devilpuss continued purring. "There, there, Angel."
"What a great name," the Usul said hurriedly.
"Well, I'm about to close up shop. See you all later!"
"Goodbye!" Kevin shouted, snatching his pitchfork
up and leaving the shop with a smile. I was horrified and flabbergasted.
Little did I know that letting Kevin take the
Devilpuss was the worst mistake I'd ever made.
"Okay, Zen, I've left some pizza pasties for
you and Kevin when you get hungry… I shouldn't be gone for long, I'm only out
to go grocery shopping with Rosalin…"
"Can I invite Lane?" I asked hopefully as my
mom gathered her things to step out the door. She looked at me blankly for a
moment, sighed, and shook her head.
"I won't be gone for very long, Zen, so the answer
is no. Besides, it'll be good bonding between you two. Well, goodbye!"
With that, my mother slammed the door to our
Neohome shut, leaving me alone with Kevin, the house… and Angel.
Thus far, I had intensely disliked the Devilpuss.
The third night after buying her, I had a coughing fit because the air was so
thick with her detestable pink hairs. It wasn't uncommon to find her crawled
up in a box in my room, rummaging through my things and leaving her mark over
everything. Wherever she went, remnants of pink hairs followed. Everything soon
became intoxicated by the presence of the Devilpuss; I even found some pink
hairs on my toothbrush. But that was only the tip of the iceberg.
Angel was prone to bouts of yowling in the middle
of the night, just loud enough to wake me up but not loud enough to wake up
anyone else. I couldn't understand how Kevin could sleep through it, but he
did anyways. After waking up from her incessant cries, it was impossible to
go to sleep until she stopped, which could be anywhere from ten minutes to two
This wasn't mentioning the fact that she absolutely
hated my own petpet, Bone. Bone was a white Anubis I had spent months
saving up for and I finally got to buy on my birthday. He had a little corner
of the room to sleep in and I took care of him as if he was a child. However,
Angel disrupted the peace. She left her scent all over his bed, hissed at him
viciously whenever he approached, and the unrest between the two was likely
to explode into fierce battles without warning. Within a few days Bone was covered
in nasty nips and scratches, which he nursed unhappily.
My mother didn't like Angel that much, either,
but not nearly as much as my loathing for the rosy Devilpuss. She didn't have
to live with Angel waking her up in the middle of the night, although she did
have to deal with the Devilpuss's lack of affection towards her and her horrible
pink hairs coating everything we owned and held dear. It soon became necessary
for her to wash all the plates and silverware before we ate, just in case Angel
had decided to romp around the cabinets.
However, the pink menace had not yet pulled off
anything that you would truly consider "bad." But there was an odd feeling in
the pit of my stomach that soon something bad would happen. Little did I know
how right I was.
"Kevin? Where are you?"
"I'm in the backyard, teaching Angel how to roll
Pffffff. Angel? Roll over? She was probably more
likely to politely apologize for the havoc she'd wreaked on the house. Of course,
I didn't say this aloud to Kevin. Anything now could be used against me in the
court of Mom; she'd become increasingly irritable after Angel's "debut" into
I walked out into the backyard. A cool breeze
blew softly through the air, whistling in my ears. For a moment, I was at peace.
The howls of Angel, however, quickly drowned the serene whispering of the wind.
"It doesn't seem like she very much likes that,"
I commented, watching as Kevin grabbed Angel by her sides and flipped her over
onto her back. The entire time, the Devilpuss looked both terrified and horribly
angry. She was hissing and spitting ferociously, putting up quite a fight. I
stood and watched.
"Ah, never mind," Kevin finally said, letting
go of the Devilpuss. Angel scampered off behind a bench, where she flicked her
tail at us, vexed. Malice shone in her yellow eyes. I avoided her unwavering
gaze, and turned to Kevin.
"Mom went to go shopping," I said bluntly. "She
left some pizza pasties for us to eat in case we got hungry."
"Mmmmm, I love pizza pasties," Kevin said with
a smile. "Especially-"
"Are you hungry?" I inquired, cutting him off.
"I don't want them to get cold." Frankly, I was in a bad mood, and hopefully
a nice, warm meal would lift my spirits.
"Sure, I'll eat," Kevin said, glad to have an
excuse to eat. The fact that we would dine on pizza pasties only furthered his
excitement about our lunch. We stepped into the kitchen, leaving the door open
so that Angel could come in when she wanted to.
We munched on our pasties in silence at the kitchen
table, contemplating and thinking with utmost concentration. Well, at least
I was. I soon discovered Kevin was only staring really hard at the wallpaper.
Needless to say, we did not even budge when we heard Angel slip through the
doorway and hastily make her way to my mother's bedroom.
We were only alerted to her presence when we
heard something smash.
"What was that?!" I asked, shocked, standing
up from my seat and finishing off my pizza pasty. Kevin, equally confused, followed
suit. We looked at the doorway of my mom's bedroom, where the sound had originated.
And suddenly, it came to me.
"It's that darned Devilpuss!" I cried, dashing
over to the bedroom of my mother. Angel was sitting calmly on the bed, her cold
yellow eyes transfixed on my frame, shaking with rage. Kevin followed close
behind, mumbling to himself about disciplining her.
Wordlessly I glanced at the ground. My mother's
prized bedside table lamp lay in shattered pieces on the plush carpet. I stared
at Angel. She smirked back at me, triumphant. Without thought I lunged for her,
intent on snatching her up - behind me, Kevin let out a cry - and I felt myself
fall onto the bed. Angel zipped away with a hiss, launching herself onto the
"Angel, stop!" Kevin shouted, and for the first
time in his life he seemed remotely serious. Angel stared at him with that same
challenging gaze; it was as if she was pondering whether or not he would actually
make a move. And, like me, he did, pouncing at the Devilpuss even more swiftly
than I had.
I heard Angel let out a snickering hiss, and
then lunge from the dresser with the force of a Dung Catapult. The dresser shuddered,
then, in a split-second, toppled to the ground. The crack of the wood and the
fact that the dressers' contents were now spread across the floor drove me into
"Mom is going to kill us!" I cried; Kevin looked
like he was about to burst into tears. Above us, on the canopy of our mother's
bed, Angel grinned and stared down at the both of us with that unfaltering glare.
Her yellow eyes flashed maliciously. "Angel, I'm going to get you!"
"No!" Kevin shouted, but it was too late. I lunged
upwards; Angel tore through the canopy as if it were paper, landing with her
claws bared on the comforter of Mom's bed. With a delighted shriek she began
tearing at it furiously, creating a large hole where its cotton interior spilled
out. Like a cannonball the hissing Devilpuss launched itself at a portrait of
Terror Mountain on the wall, reduced it to shreds, then bolted out of the room
like a streak of rose-colored lightning.
"After it!" I exclaimed in dismay, Kevin following
after me as he sobbed bitterly. Figures my brother would be the first to crack.
The realization of how much trouble we were both
going to be in was so immense I did not even attempt to think about it. Instead,
I realized I had to stop Angel before she wrecked the entire house.
I only managed to see the end of her crimson
tail disappear as she shot into the upstairs. Ruin was left in her wake. Three
chairs at the kitchen table were knocked onto their sides; both sides of our
favorite sofa were torn into. The books on the bookshelf were in disarray, and
many lay scattered on the now torn up carpet. An end table lay on the ground.
The lamp atop it lay nestled precariously in the carpet. A small mirror lay
shattered at the opposite ends of the room, reflecting a thousand different
aspects of my angry face.
I heard a frightened yip coming from upstairs.
Kevin, meanwhile, was bawling on the couch. I knew he wouldn't prove to be useful.
"Bone!" I cried. "I'm coming! Just hold on!"
I darted up the stairs, gazing in horror at the
claw marks Angel managed to leave on the walls and the punched up, torn carpet.
The wooden banister was scratched into; specks of its white paint lay dispersed
across the carpet. My door looked like it had just weathered an acid rainstorm.
Angel sat on my bed, staring off into the corner of my room where Bone liked
"You get away from him!" I shouted at the diabolical
kitten, who turned to me with that horribly wicked grimace. With that, she leapt
nimbly at Bone, who was whimpering in the corner. The white Anubis bolted into
the bathroom; Angel pursued him doggedly. I shouted in terror as Angel effortlessly
shattered the wall-length mirror, overturning the cup that held my toothbrush
and jumping onto the tube of toothpaste. Thick mint-flavored gel splattered
all over the counter. In the process, Angel flipped on the faucets.
I scrambled to them off as the two petpets, now
engaged in battle, tore across the upstairs. "Stop!" I cried futilely; of course,
nothing happened. Angel rounded back into my bedroom, jumping onto my bookshelf.
Bone lunged for her, hit the bookshelf, and caused my thoroughly ordered collection
to fall to the floor. They ran around the upstairs again, and then shot downstairs
like a blast from the lab ray.
"Kevin, do some-"
I would have finished, but I saw what circumstances
I was now in. The room was a complete and total mess; my mother's bedroom was
a complete and total mess; the upstairs was a complete and total mess. Bone
sat whimpering pitifully outside. Angel lay sleeping peacefully, snuggled up
against the slumbering form of Kevin. My mother stood in the open doorway, eyes
aflame, arms akimbo. She dropped her grocery bags.
However, when her eyes fell upon Kevin, I suddenly
realized the revenge I'd been waiting for so long to arrive had finally come.
They were right. Revenge is sweet.