Author's note:

Thank you for the reviews! ^w^

(You can skip my replies. I'm not forcing you to read them)

To Silvers45: Yes, I think you've made a perfect point there. She did kinda give herself away. But when you're angry, you don't really watch what's flying out of your mouth at times (that's my experience 0.0) But then again, JaQ9 would never report her, even if he knew about the EPF, because he isn't that kind of guy to do that to a friend, nevermind someone he likes. So I guess SugarAnne16 is quite lucky, but she doesn't know that herself. And, no, I haven't met Flare and Chirp, although they sound interesting. (I haven't played CP in a long time and now I can't log in at all T_T) But you'll meet my OC elite puffle, Scythe, in this chapter!

[[Lol, I've gone back to the center align thing, and I hope you'll forgive me, because it's just my bad habit of a style. Please bear with me!]]

About SugarAnne16's obssession with EPF: She's kinda like Rookie, (not as successful as most agents are with their missions), but she tries to be better and everything, except she tries too hard and ends up hurting the ones close to her in her 'everyday' life.

And I know I maybe stretching things a little too much, but this story is just a random idea that I have to write down,(spoiler alert! lol) especially that vital last phrase that this whole story is supposed to end in!

This is supposed to be a two-shot, but I've chopped it up so that I can update faster. (I'll chop up the first chapter too.) The chapters gets shorter, though.

For you, my dearest reviewers, read on!

My Dearest Owner: Chapter Four

Days went past with me alone in the igloo. You barely came back anymore as you were entirely occupied with missions. I spend those days mostly on the windowsill, staring out of the igloo hopefully. I was getting rather hungry, even though I had knocked down the box of Puff-Os on the shelf and finished what little remained in it some time ago. Boredom made me jump down from the ledge and look around for something to keep me amused. I had used up all the papers long ago. I hopped into my favorite corner and pushed the pencil around. An idea was forming in my head. I could draw something nice for you, and perhaps you would smile when you see the surprise, even just a little bit. I began working on the floor.

A stretch of time later, I heard your weary steps approach the door. I wasn't done with the surprise yet! The door opened before I could do anything to cover my drawing and you stared at me. A flash of rage crossed your face.

"ARTY!" You yelled. "LOOK AT THE MESS YOU MADE!"

I don't know what happened next, but I was sent rolling halfway out the door and would have hurtled right outside, if it were not for a black puffle that stopped my path. Pain burst on my cheek.

I flinched.

The black puffle lifted it shades and gave me a long gaze. With a jolt I realized it was the same Black that had been in the Pet Shop with me, although its fur was now pure black instead of dark gray.

Black!

I squeaked, forgetting my pain briefly.

Incorrect. Designation: Agent Scythe. It grunted, the way I knew it always did, the uniqueness that made other puffles and penguins alike treat him like a freak, much the same way they regarded me back then.

You've changed, I noted, you talk oddly.

So have you: the temper you were so infamous for has been quenched, it replied back. I was stunned that it could tell. Your eyes have lost their fire, it explained when it noticed my look of bafflement. A wave of concern came from it as it examined the mark on my fur and frowned.

She has been through a rough and discouraging time: the enemy has once again escaped from her grasp after all her efforts. She may be in a foul mood. It is better that you leave for a while.

It was talking about the possibility of you mistreating me. I jumped to your defense hastliy.

I can't. She needs someone here for her. She never mistreated me before. I'm sure she really didn't mean it. I blurted past the throbbing pain returning to my cheek.

Scythe looked at me with admiration in its eyes.

You are very loyal. You deserve better.

I could only say: She used to be one of the best…

I found out why JaQ9 didn't come around anymore. It wasn't that he was avoiding you, no. You had deleted him off your buddy list, all because you said you wanted some rest without him bothering you. You collapsed exhaustedly on the couch and slept the entire day away. I waited until you woke up again and watched as you stumbled around the igloo, muttering things under your breath, mostly about a polar bear and a crab. After a few minutes, you hurriedly put on a hoodie and left.

I still didn't get anything to eat.

To Be Continued...

On a side note:

I think puffles are mostly expected to squeak and emit really cute sounds, so Scythe (with his deep grunts and growls and snarls and what-nots) was considered an oddity back then. But I find him rather cute. =3