Requested from CollinAndMario2000. Collin, I'm SO sorry this took so long to write but i've been super busy with the drawings and school! Well here goes nothing. The saddest fic i've ever written. Enjoy!
Blythe Baxter was walking home, coming directly from the school that was only a few blocks away. The teen was humming a cheery little tune to herself. She was in a fantastic mood, since Josh had finally asked her out. She kept on replaying that scene in her head, smiling a little wider each time. Nothing could ruin her mood that day. Nothing.
As she approached the steet LPS was located on, Blythe began hearing sirens and smelling smoke, and she noticed a trail of it in the sky, coming from somewhere very close her her destination.
Gasping, Blythe broke into a run, hoping and praying that there was no serious damage or anything. She sprinted down the street, dropping her backpack on the sidewalk so she could run faster. Skidding to a halt, Blythe saw firetrucks, police cars, and ambulances surrounding a building. But not just any building.
Littlest Pet Shop.
No... It... it can't be... Blythe thought in despair. Shoving her way through the crowd of uniformed people, she came to the front of the crowd to have a better look at what was going on. She gasped. "What the HUH?" She said breathlessly.
Littlest Pet Shop, her home, her #1 place to be, her life, was engulfed in raging flames. The entire building, top to bottom, had red fire crackling on it's insides and surface. Smoke was creeping out of windows and into the trail of it in the sky.
As the dumbfounded teen watched in misery, the shop gave a mighty creak, and before she knew it, the structure collapsed, crushing anything and everything inside.
"No!" Blythe screamed out of pure agony. "No! This can't be happening!" She turned to a nearby fireman and begged, "Please sir, tell me there wasn't anyone on there! Is everyone out? Where is my dad? A-and the pets?" By now Blythe was crying, salty tears pouring down her cheeks.
The fireman didn't say a word, just put a hand on her shoulder delicately, and shook his head. Blythe couldn't believe it. Did this mean they were... No. They can't be.
She looked around and saw a group of people huddling against each other, bawling their eyes out. Blythe recognized them as the pet's owners. She ran over to the group and stopped abrupty in front of them with a look on her face that pleaded, 'Please, please tell me...'
Clarissa, one of Zoe's owners, saw Blythe's expression and couldn't bring herself to say it. She just buried her head in John's shoulder and cried harder.
Blythe turned away towards the collapsed apartment building and saw that the fire had been put out. Ignoring the protests of firefighters, Blythe ran to the pile of rubble and fell to her knees. She broke down, crying her eyes out. Her eyes were red and puffy and she was covered in ash, but she didn't care. She sat in the remaints of her home with her face in her grimey hands.
Finally, having no more tears left to cry, Blythe stood up and walked around the ash and rubble for a bit. She found bits and pieces of her old home. The fire hydrant, a broken manniquin, and a branch of the fake tree in the day camp area. But then she saw something that made her heart stop. There, lying deep within the rubble, was the picture of her surrounded by all of the pets, and there was still a hand belonging to a certain shop owner grasping the frame like it was the last time she would see the ones in the photo.
Blythe collapsed again, wailing, sobbing, and grieving.
I guess something could ruin her mood.
