"Now, Writer, I'll be back in a few hours."

Me and Monica were going to a Fanfictonia writers convention. She made squeaking noise with her tires.

"Personality, come on! We're gonna be late!"

"Chill you cheese, I'm coming! Be nice, Writer. Keep the kids outta trouble! And-"

"Come on!"

"You know everything else! Bye!"

I kissed the hedgehog's forehead and ran out. He waved goodbye as we rode off.

Writer smiled and walked into the play room. He was instantly tackled by a yellow blur.

Buttercream.

"Hi, Wally!"

The hyperactive rabbit let them up. She leaned up against his slightly slender frame.

"The kids just crashed from their 5-hour sugar rush. They won't be up for about 4 days."

"Again? Make sure to feed them later."

Buttercream nodded and leaned her head on her husband's arm.

Suddenly, the chime of the pet shop door opening rang through the play area. A man walked in, holding a kennel crate.

The man opened up the kennel and a ferret jumped out.

"Now, Fernando, play nice. I'll be back in a few hours to pick you up."

The man had a thick Portuguese. Fernando nodded and watched as his owner walked out.

As soon as his owner was down the street, Fernando turned around to see 9 pets smiling at him. He recoiled just a bit.

"Oh, don't be scared Fernando. We're a friendly bunch here at Littlest Pet Shop! I'm Russell, by the way."

"I'm Zoe, darling."

"I am Sunil!"

"I'm Pepper!"

"I'm Vinnie!"

"I'm Penny Ling!"

"I'm Minka!"

"Hiya-miya! I'm hyper-wyper Buttercream!"

"I'm Wallace, but you can call me Writer Rhymes."

Fernando shook paws with all of them. But was slightly hesitant to shake Writer's.

"I am Fernando, as you already know. I am a brother to Francisco. I believe he went to the fair with your sister, no?"

Sunil nodded.

Fernando's accent was as thick as his owners.

Mrs. Twombly's voice rang through the pets ears.

"Sweeties! Snack time!"

All the pets, except for Writer and Fernando, all ran off into the lobby for treats.

The slender-ish hedgehog smiled at his friends and whipped around.

Only to see Fernando towering over him.

"You're that PersonalitySoup's pet aren't you, señor?"

"I'm not her pet, I'm her companion. So if you would be so kind as to get it straight."

Fernando huffed at Writer, sending air down his green sweater.

"You know, that owner of yours?"

"I believe I do know of her."

Fernando huffed again.

"I have always that of her as nothing but a mentally ill 11-year-old."

"What?"

"You heard me, señor. She nothing but a nut. She belongs in a mental asylum. I can hear the song she would sing as he rocked back in forth in her tiny padded cell."

Francisco began sing softly.

"They're coming to take me away, ha-ha. They're coming to take me away, ho-ho. He-he, ha-ha. To the funny farm, where live is beautiful all the time."

Writer, being trained by me to get mad in a calm way, merely turned his nose up at Fernando.

"You, my bad man, are nothing but a ferret. A ferret who wants to get into people's minds and make them feel bad. But not my mind. So, if you be so kind, as to fu-"

Fernando's claws met with Writer's cheek. The hedgehog skid back a few feet paw on cheek.

Fernando, you possibly just made the worst mistake of your little ferret life.

"Don't you dare speak to in such a manner! I am your king!"

Everyone had came back in time to see Fernando slash Writer. The ferret looked at them all.

"That goes for you all! I am your-"

Fernando was interrupted by a swift punch to the jaw. When he recovered, he saw his attacker.

Writer.

"You dare attack me, peasant?"

Writer spat on the floor.

"I ain't no peasant, partner."

Writer's usual Tennessee twang (I have one too) had thickened considerably.

And, boy, did he sound mad.

He walked toward Fernando, one step at time, until they were snout to snout.

"Listen up because Ah'm only gonna speak this once. I was taught, that if someone bullies you in a physical manner, you beat their ass!"

Everyone was taken back at Writer's suddenly language.

The hedgehog grabbed Fernando by his collar fluff.

"And son..."

Writer spat on the floor again.

"You went and done hit me..."

Writer brought him closer.

"Now..."

Writer chuckled before looking up with serious eyes.

"You gots to pay for it."