DISCLAMER: I do not own Hamtaro at all.... Yeah... or Ham-Ham Heartbreak.
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"The Origin of Spat"
By Dan "DarkMatter" K.
CHAPTER ONE
Children are usually are born into loving homes with loving parents. Children are
cared for all the time, by relatives from near and far, usually. Usually parents encourage
their children to be something great. Usually parents would give there life in order to
save their child. Usually... usually... Not Spat, however.
Spat was born into a pretty much unloving family. Called an 'accident' because
he was never intended to be born. Spat never had a mother, because she died while
giving birth to Spat. His father seemed to take this out on the young hamster. Spat
would often be beaten by his father. His father never once gave him a hug or a kiss, or
even ever said "I love you." He got his name because is father would often spit on him.
Our story begins on a cold stormy night. It was raining heavily outside, and Spat
was inside a small hole in the ground, trying to keep warm with a leaf wrapped around
him. His father was outside collecting food, he was due back any minute. The leaf Spat
had was wet, so it didn't do him much good.
His father came in though the hole dragging a leaf with sunflower seeds piled on
it. He shook the water off his fur and grabbed one sunflower seed and tossed it at Spat.
"Eat up, you accident." his father ordered at him. He then took the rest of the
sunflower seeds to eat himself. Spat looked at the sunflower seed his father had thrown
at him. He picked it up and nibbled off the shell. He ate the sunflower seed, but it
wasn't at all enough to fill his stomach. He was still hungry.
"D-daddy." Spat said weakly. His father turned from his feast.
"What the hell do you want?" his father asked in a harsh manner.
"Please, daddy." Spat said, "May I have some more to eat?" Spat's father glared
at him. Spat winced and closed his eyes.
'I shouldn't have asked that.' Spat thought to himself. His father stood up and
stormed over to Spat. He lifted one of his mighty paws and slapped Spat across the face.
"You want more, huh!?" his father yelled. "Is that it?! You want MORE?!" He
slapped Spat again, this time harder than the last. Spat fell over and tears started to form
in Spat's eyes. "Get up!" his father ordered. Spat didn't listen, he was just quivering on
the floor. "I said GET UP!" his father yelled. He grabbed Spat and tossed him across the
room.
"Daddy... I'm sorry... please stop." Spat pleaded weakly.
"Oh, look who we have here! Little Mr. Polite! 'Please stop' he says." his father
mocked him. He walked over to Spat and hit him again. "You're lucky I give you any
food at all you little worthless piece of shit!" He continued to slap Spat. Spat just felt
more and more pain.
"I'm sorry daddy..." Spat said, quivering.
"Sorry?! You're sorry?! 'Sorry' isn't going to bring your mother back to life!"
his father spit on Spat and slapped him again.
"Daddy..."
"Don't you 'daddy' me you little imp!" his father barked. He grabbed Spat by the
neck. "Tell you what? You want MORE you can go get MORE on your own!"
"Daddy... please..."
"And while you're at it you can move out of here and move as far away from me
as you can!" his father yelled. He pinned Spat against the tunnel wall and began beating
him and punching him.
"Daddy..." Spat was starting to cry, "I'm sorry I killed mommy... I'm sorry I was
born..." His father paid no attention to Spat's plea and spit in his face. He continued to
go up the tunnel, carrying Spat.
"It's gonna' be okay, Spat." his father said, now sounding somewhat calm. "It's
gonna' be okay." Spat looked up at his father.
"Daddy?" he asked. His father emerged from the tunnel out into the pouring rain.
"It's gonna' be okay." he repeated. It looked like he was going to hug Spat, until
his father grabbed him and lifted him above his head. "It's gonna' be okay for me at
least! You'll be the hell out of my life!" his father yelled, this time in the harsh manner
he spoke in before. With all his might, he tossed Spat out into the pouring rain. "I never
want to see your dirty little face ever again you worthless piece of shit!" his father yelled.
He then returned back into his tunnel, actually feeling proud of what he did.
"Daddy..." Spat was crying, "Why daddy?" He would have gone back to the
tunnel but had heard what his father said. Spat began walking off into the pouring rain.
The strain was too much for the little hamster. Spat went underneath a nearby tree and
collapsed with exhaustion.
"Why daddy?" Spat asked again. "All I wanted was more food..." he said weakly, and cried himself to sleep.
To be continued...
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A/N: Aw, don't you feel sorry for the little guy already? I got this idea long before I saw that Spat/Harmony fanfic up. Don't think I'm copying by having Spat's past.... heh.... ^_^ Next chapter will come soon!
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"The Origin of Spat"
By Dan "DarkMatter" K.
CHAPTER ONE
Children are usually are born into loving homes with loving parents. Children are
cared for all the time, by relatives from near and far, usually. Usually parents encourage
their children to be something great. Usually parents would give there life in order to
save their child. Usually... usually... Not Spat, however.
Spat was born into a pretty much unloving family. Called an 'accident' because
he was never intended to be born. Spat never had a mother, because she died while
giving birth to Spat. His father seemed to take this out on the young hamster. Spat
would often be beaten by his father. His father never once gave him a hug or a kiss, or
even ever said "I love you." He got his name because is father would often spit on him.
Our story begins on a cold stormy night. It was raining heavily outside, and Spat
was inside a small hole in the ground, trying to keep warm with a leaf wrapped around
him. His father was outside collecting food, he was due back any minute. The leaf Spat
had was wet, so it didn't do him much good.
His father came in though the hole dragging a leaf with sunflower seeds piled on
it. He shook the water off his fur and grabbed one sunflower seed and tossed it at Spat.
"Eat up, you accident." his father ordered at him. He then took the rest of the
sunflower seeds to eat himself. Spat looked at the sunflower seed his father had thrown
at him. He picked it up and nibbled off the shell. He ate the sunflower seed, but it
wasn't at all enough to fill his stomach. He was still hungry.
"D-daddy." Spat said weakly. His father turned from his feast.
"What the hell do you want?" his father asked in a harsh manner.
"Please, daddy." Spat said, "May I have some more to eat?" Spat's father glared
at him. Spat winced and closed his eyes.
'I shouldn't have asked that.' Spat thought to himself. His father stood up and
stormed over to Spat. He lifted one of his mighty paws and slapped Spat across the face.
"You want more, huh!?" his father yelled. "Is that it?! You want MORE?!" He
slapped Spat again, this time harder than the last. Spat fell over and tears started to form
in Spat's eyes. "Get up!" his father ordered. Spat didn't listen, he was just quivering on
the floor. "I said GET UP!" his father yelled. He grabbed Spat and tossed him across the
room.
"Daddy... I'm sorry... please stop." Spat pleaded weakly.
"Oh, look who we have here! Little Mr. Polite! 'Please stop' he says." his father
mocked him. He walked over to Spat and hit him again. "You're lucky I give you any
food at all you little worthless piece of shit!" He continued to slap Spat. Spat just felt
more and more pain.
"I'm sorry daddy..." Spat said, quivering.
"Sorry?! You're sorry?! 'Sorry' isn't going to bring your mother back to life!"
his father spit on Spat and slapped him again.
"Daddy..."
"Don't you 'daddy' me you little imp!" his father barked. He grabbed Spat by the
neck. "Tell you what? You want MORE you can go get MORE on your own!"
"Daddy... please..."
"And while you're at it you can move out of here and move as far away from me
as you can!" his father yelled. He pinned Spat against the tunnel wall and began beating
him and punching him.
"Daddy..." Spat was starting to cry, "I'm sorry I killed mommy... I'm sorry I was
born..." His father paid no attention to Spat's plea and spit in his face. He continued to
go up the tunnel, carrying Spat.
"It's gonna' be okay, Spat." his father said, now sounding somewhat calm. "It's
gonna' be okay." Spat looked up at his father.
"Daddy?" he asked. His father emerged from the tunnel out into the pouring rain.
"It's gonna' be okay." he repeated. It looked like he was going to hug Spat, until
his father grabbed him and lifted him above his head. "It's gonna' be okay for me at
least! You'll be the hell out of my life!" his father yelled, this time in the harsh manner
he spoke in before. With all his might, he tossed Spat out into the pouring rain. "I never
want to see your dirty little face ever again you worthless piece of shit!" his father yelled.
He then returned back into his tunnel, actually feeling proud of what he did.
"Daddy..." Spat was crying, "Why daddy?" He would have gone back to the
tunnel but had heard what his father said. Spat began walking off into the pouring rain.
The strain was too much for the little hamster. Spat went underneath a nearby tree and
collapsed with exhaustion.
"Why daddy?" Spat asked again. "All I wanted was more food..." he said weakly, and cried himself to sleep.
To be continued...
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A/N: Aw, don't you feel sorry for the little guy already? I got this idea long before I saw that Spat/Harmony fanfic up. Don't think I'm copying by having Spat's past.... heh.... ^_^ Next chapter will come soon!