A few of you suggested that I make it longer and not make things happen as
fast. I will try to do as you said. I will try to make Spat 'fight' more,
and be a little more stubborn.
By the way, I saw Stan in an episode last night. He is HILARIOUS! He is definitely gonna be one of my favorite Ham Hams.
Also, sometimes I will post updates on the reviews thing, just to let you know.
On with chapter 4! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------
An hour later Maxwell went upstairs to give the medicine to Spat.
"Tastes.......horrible....." Spat coughed. "What is in this stuff, phhfftt?!" The medicine looked at bad as it tasted. It was dark brown and gooey.
"Um......pumpkin seeds, acorns, extract from mushrooms......" Maxwell listed. "And some other things. You need it though, so take it anyway despite the fact it tastes bad."
An hour later Spat was feeling much better. The medicine worked very well. "Well, Spat. I guess you can be on you way now. There is no use keeping you around." Boss said. He secretly wanted Spat to get out of there as soon as possible.
"And no more trouble causing!" added Bijou. For some reason, this little remark sparked something in the back of Spat's head that made him furious.
"Have I caused any trouble since you defeated me two weeks ago? You........you don't even understand what I have been through my whole life, phhffft!" he cried while stamping his foot.
"Oh, Spat, just grow up. What could possibly make you want to go around making everyone angry at one another like you did? You have no excuse for it!" Harmony replied, both shocked and irritated at Spat's sudden outburst.
Spat stood there, getting angrier each second. "I.......I.......grrr! I'll do as I want!" He expected Harmony to be shocked at him even thinking about going out and causing even more trouble. He wanted everyone to know what he had been through his whole life. He wanted them to feel his pain. He wanted them to find out what is was like to not be loved as he was.
Harmony folded her arms and glared at Spat with an irritated look on her face. "That is what I thought, Spat. You always do what you want. You don't care about anyone else. All you want to do is cause trouble, even for those who have been nice to you! Look how you treat us, even though we were nice enough to help you recover when you were sick, even though you have been nothing but a pain to us! You will never change! You have always been a cold-hearted creature!" Harmony ran out of the door of the clubhouse, slamming the door as hard as she could behind her and ran off. She and Spat have been rivals for the last three years. Of course, Harmony always won, leaving Spat defeated.
"I think right now is the best time for you to leave. And don't expect us to come help you again!" Boss snarled.
"How could you possibly act this vay? How could you be so heartless?!" Bijou said, tears streaming down her face. The rest of the Ham Hams stood their glaring at Spat, waiting for an answer.
Spat gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so hard, his claws penetrated his fur, giving him a few small cuts. "You don't understand......." he hissed. "And you never will, phhfft!" And with that, Spat pivoted around on his feet and marched out the door of the clubhouse, leaving the Ham Hams in shock and wonder, and a still angry too. He ran out of the tunnel that led to the entrance of the clubhouse.
"Now where am I going to go?" Spat said to himself. He walked to Sunny Peak, heading towards the cave where he fainted when he got sick. He felt a little guilty for being such a jerk back at the clubhouse, but quickly shook it away. Why should he feel bad? Too bad he could think of a lot of answers why.......
He passed the place where Seedric was gathering acorns. He remembered how he stole Seedric's hat, so he tried to sneak by.
"Hey, aren't you the guy who took my hat from me?" Uh oh, too late. Seedric noticed. Spat walked faster without replying, and then broke off into a run. "Dirty little......" Seedric mumbled to himself, and continued picking acorns.
Spat finally arrived at the cave. He did not go in though, it was still too early to think about staying the night there. Spat went over to the edge of the large hill next to the cave that towered over Sunny Peak. He sat down and thought about the day's events.......
He knew he was wrong about what he did, but he kept on trying to convince himself he wasn't. He tried and tried to change his ways......to be 'loving', but it never worked. He figured he would just give up and enjoy himself, torturing others and gleefully watching them as they split up. He caused lovers to break up, friends to separate, and families to hate one another, like his family hated him. He got much pleasure from doing this. He loved to see the look of horror on another's hamsters face when he told them that their lover was cheating on them. Like the look of horror on his face when his dad used to beat him repeatedly until he was just a pulp. He had always had a strong, yet passionate hatred for Harmony. He admired her for how she could always win, yet hated her for her perfection and misunderstanding of him. No one understood him. He hated keeping all of the feelings bottled up in him. Each time he saw a loving family, like the one at Funland, he was shaken up and wanted to explode. Even though the father of the family at Funland was clumsy and a little dumb, his family loved him just the same. But Spat's family? They tortured him for his imperfections. His ugliness, his clumsiness, his helplessness...... Maybe if he told someone......just maybe.......they could help him. No. Nobody could help him. They wouldn't understand.......or would they? Would they help him even though he caused so much trouble?
Spat noticed the sun was setting. In a few minutes, it would be dark. He decided to sit a little longer.......
He wondered where Harmony went. She helped him, and he was so ungrateful. He always was. He wish he could change it......but it was his past's fault. No.........he knew he could change. He just didn't want to. He felt too much hatred for what his family and friends did. How could they? Yet Harmony- she was so loving to him when he was sick. She was concerned, she cared, she helped him........ Yet he could not bring himself to even be an ounce grateful and even give her a thank you, but instead gave her punishment. All she did was help..... Spat hated himself so much. He figured no one could help him. No one.......
The sun was quickly disappearing in the horizon. Spat decided it was time to go into the cave for the night. He was a little hungry, but there was nothing to eat. He felt as if he wasted time sitting when he could have been eating something. Oh well.
He slowly entered the cave, careful not to bump into anything in the pitch- black darkness. He heard something.
Spat froze. "Who's there?" he whispered. He heard another noise which sounded like a sniffle.
"H-hello?" said a girl's voice. It sounded strangely familiar to Spat.
"Who's there?!" Spat asked again, more demanding this time.
"Spat? Is that you?"
"H-harmony?!" Spat said, astounded. "What are you doing here? Are you crying?" He felt a wave of guilt inside him, which was not like him at all. He had made her cry, and he actually felt bad about it. But why? This was not like him.
"N-no, I-I'm not crying. Just go away!"
Spat was about to do what she said, but something stopped him. A guilty conscience in the back of his head told him not to do so. Normally he would happily leave, but not without throwing an insult or two. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness of the cave. He saw Harmony in the corner, her little body huddled up in a ball. He eyes were looking at him, full of tears. She reached up with a paw to wipe some of the stray tears away that were rolling down her face.
"Why are you crying?" Spat asked. What a stupid question, he thought. He knew exactly why she was crying.
"What do you mean by, 'why are you crying'? You should know exactly why," she replied with a sniffle.
Spat lowered his head. Maybe he should apologize. No! He couldn't! He was supposed to destroy love, not repair it. Apologizing would not be.........like him. He sighed. Maybe he could be nice just this once. And only just this once. He strolled over to where Harmony was huddled up in the corner and plopped himself down next to her. "Harmony-" he began.
"Get away from me!" she squealed, trying to scoot further away from him, burying herself deeper into the corner of the cave. " I don't want you anywhere near me! I don't have anything else to say to you! I just want you to leave me alone forever!"
Spat frowned at this, and was even a little hurt. Hurt? How could he be hurt?! Normally those words would make him feel proud. He gently put a paw on her shoulder. "I-"
"Don't touch me! What more could you possibly want?! You have caused so much trouble already! I don't want anymore from you......I.......I" she broke down into sobs. Spat felt horrible.......evil and horrible. He gently pulled her over to him, and she reluctantly complied and cried on his shoulder. He put an arm around her back to support her, and gently smoothed the silky white away from her face. This was not like him at all, but it felt strangely good comforting someone........a feeling he had never known before.
Harmony's sobs became softer and softer until she fell asleep leaning on his shoulder. Spat did not know what else to do with her except to gently lay herself down on the cold floor of the cave. He knew the rest of the Ham Hams would be worried about her. Maybe he should take her back to the clubhouse? No......they would probably think he hurt her. It wouldn't hurt for her to spend one night in the cave. He gave one last look at Harmony before he decided to lay down on the opposite side of the cave. She looked so cute when she was sleeping. What was he thinking? How could he possibly think that. He could not like her, or could he?
No, he couldn't. Or could he?
He dismissed the thought, and drifted off to sleep.
End of chapter 4 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- I hope you liked this chapter. I am going to try my best to prolong Spat and Harmony's relationship. I will try not to make it go too fast. I have a lot of good stuff on my mind for the next chapter. I will also try to make the next chapters a LOT longer. I hope you enjoyed what I wrote so far. Thanks for reading and reviewing! ~McKenzie
By the way, I saw Stan in an episode last night. He is HILARIOUS! He is definitely gonna be one of my favorite Ham Hams.
Also, sometimes I will post updates on the reviews thing, just to let you know.
On with chapter 4! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------
An hour later Maxwell went upstairs to give the medicine to Spat.
"Tastes.......horrible....." Spat coughed. "What is in this stuff, phhfftt?!" The medicine looked at bad as it tasted. It was dark brown and gooey.
"Um......pumpkin seeds, acorns, extract from mushrooms......" Maxwell listed. "And some other things. You need it though, so take it anyway despite the fact it tastes bad."
An hour later Spat was feeling much better. The medicine worked very well. "Well, Spat. I guess you can be on you way now. There is no use keeping you around." Boss said. He secretly wanted Spat to get out of there as soon as possible.
"And no more trouble causing!" added Bijou. For some reason, this little remark sparked something in the back of Spat's head that made him furious.
"Have I caused any trouble since you defeated me two weeks ago? You........you don't even understand what I have been through my whole life, phhffft!" he cried while stamping his foot.
"Oh, Spat, just grow up. What could possibly make you want to go around making everyone angry at one another like you did? You have no excuse for it!" Harmony replied, both shocked and irritated at Spat's sudden outburst.
Spat stood there, getting angrier each second. "I.......I.......grrr! I'll do as I want!" He expected Harmony to be shocked at him even thinking about going out and causing even more trouble. He wanted everyone to know what he had been through his whole life. He wanted them to feel his pain. He wanted them to find out what is was like to not be loved as he was.
Harmony folded her arms and glared at Spat with an irritated look on her face. "That is what I thought, Spat. You always do what you want. You don't care about anyone else. All you want to do is cause trouble, even for those who have been nice to you! Look how you treat us, even though we were nice enough to help you recover when you were sick, even though you have been nothing but a pain to us! You will never change! You have always been a cold-hearted creature!" Harmony ran out of the door of the clubhouse, slamming the door as hard as she could behind her and ran off. She and Spat have been rivals for the last three years. Of course, Harmony always won, leaving Spat defeated.
"I think right now is the best time for you to leave. And don't expect us to come help you again!" Boss snarled.
"How could you possibly act this vay? How could you be so heartless?!" Bijou said, tears streaming down her face. The rest of the Ham Hams stood their glaring at Spat, waiting for an answer.
Spat gritted his teeth and clenched his fists so hard, his claws penetrated his fur, giving him a few small cuts. "You don't understand......." he hissed. "And you never will, phhfft!" And with that, Spat pivoted around on his feet and marched out the door of the clubhouse, leaving the Ham Hams in shock and wonder, and a still angry too. He ran out of the tunnel that led to the entrance of the clubhouse.
"Now where am I going to go?" Spat said to himself. He walked to Sunny Peak, heading towards the cave where he fainted when he got sick. He felt a little guilty for being such a jerk back at the clubhouse, but quickly shook it away. Why should he feel bad? Too bad he could think of a lot of answers why.......
He passed the place where Seedric was gathering acorns. He remembered how he stole Seedric's hat, so he tried to sneak by.
"Hey, aren't you the guy who took my hat from me?" Uh oh, too late. Seedric noticed. Spat walked faster without replying, and then broke off into a run. "Dirty little......" Seedric mumbled to himself, and continued picking acorns.
Spat finally arrived at the cave. He did not go in though, it was still too early to think about staying the night there. Spat went over to the edge of the large hill next to the cave that towered over Sunny Peak. He sat down and thought about the day's events.......
He knew he was wrong about what he did, but he kept on trying to convince himself he wasn't. He tried and tried to change his ways......to be 'loving', but it never worked. He figured he would just give up and enjoy himself, torturing others and gleefully watching them as they split up. He caused lovers to break up, friends to separate, and families to hate one another, like his family hated him. He got much pleasure from doing this. He loved to see the look of horror on another's hamsters face when he told them that their lover was cheating on them. Like the look of horror on his face when his dad used to beat him repeatedly until he was just a pulp. He had always had a strong, yet passionate hatred for Harmony. He admired her for how she could always win, yet hated her for her perfection and misunderstanding of him. No one understood him. He hated keeping all of the feelings bottled up in him. Each time he saw a loving family, like the one at Funland, he was shaken up and wanted to explode. Even though the father of the family at Funland was clumsy and a little dumb, his family loved him just the same. But Spat's family? They tortured him for his imperfections. His ugliness, his clumsiness, his helplessness...... Maybe if he told someone......just maybe.......they could help him. No. Nobody could help him. They wouldn't understand.......or would they? Would they help him even though he caused so much trouble?
Spat noticed the sun was setting. In a few minutes, it would be dark. He decided to sit a little longer.......
He wondered where Harmony went. She helped him, and he was so ungrateful. He always was. He wish he could change it......but it was his past's fault. No.........he knew he could change. He just didn't want to. He felt too much hatred for what his family and friends did. How could they? Yet Harmony- she was so loving to him when he was sick. She was concerned, she cared, she helped him........ Yet he could not bring himself to even be an ounce grateful and even give her a thank you, but instead gave her punishment. All she did was help..... Spat hated himself so much. He figured no one could help him. No one.......
The sun was quickly disappearing in the horizon. Spat decided it was time to go into the cave for the night. He was a little hungry, but there was nothing to eat. He felt as if he wasted time sitting when he could have been eating something. Oh well.
He slowly entered the cave, careful not to bump into anything in the pitch- black darkness. He heard something.
Spat froze. "Who's there?" he whispered. He heard another noise which sounded like a sniffle.
"H-hello?" said a girl's voice. It sounded strangely familiar to Spat.
"Who's there?!" Spat asked again, more demanding this time.
"Spat? Is that you?"
"H-harmony?!" Spat said, astounded. "What are you doing here? Are you crying?" He felt a wave of guilt inside him, which was not like him at all. He had made her cry, and he actually felt bad about it. But why? This was not like him.
"N-no, I-I'm not crying. Just go away!"
Spat was about to do what she said, but something stopped him. A guilty conscience in the back of his head told him not to do so. Normally he would happily leave, but not without throwing an insult or two. His eyes were adjusting to the darkness of the cave. He saw Harmony in the corner, her little body huddled up in a ball. He eyes were looking at him, full of tears. She reached up with a paw to wipe some of the stray tears away that were rolling down her face.
"Why are you crying?" Spat asked. What a stupid question, he thought. He knew exactly why she was crying.
"What do you mean by, 'why are you crying'? You should know exactly why," she replied with a sniffle.
Spat lowered his head. Maybe he should apologize. No! He couldn't! He was supposed to destroy love, not repair it. Apologizing would not be.........like him. He sighed. Maybe he could be nice just this once. And only just this once. He strolled over to where Harmony was huddled up in the corner and plopped himself down next to her. "Harmony-" he began.
"Get away from me!" she squealed, trying to scoot further away from him, burying herself deeper into the corner of the cave. " I don't want you anywhere near me! I don't have anything else to say to you! I just want you to leave me alone forever!"
Spat frowned at this, and was even a little hurt. Hurt? How could he be hurt?! Normally those words would make him feel proud. He gently put a paw on her shoulder. "I-"
"Don't touch me! What more could you possibly want?! You have caused so much trouble already! I don't want anymore from you......I.......I" she broke down into sobs. Spat felt horrible.......evil and horrible. He gently pulled her over to him, and she reluctantly complied and cried on his shoulder. He put an arm around her back to support her, and gently smoothed the silky white away from her face. This was not like him at all, but it felt strangely good comforting someone........a feeling he had never known before.
Harmony's sobs became softer and softer until she fell asleep leaning on his shoulder. Spat did not know what else to do with her except to gently lay herself down on the cold floor of the cave. He knew the rest of the Ham Hams would be worried about her. Maybe he should take her back to the clubhouse? No......they would probably think he hurt her. It wouldn't hurt for her to spend one night in the cave. He gave one last look at Harmony before he decided to lay down on the opposite side of the cave. She looked so cute when she was sleeping. What was he thinking? How could he possibly think that. He could not like her, or could he?
No, he couldn't. Or could he?
He dismissed the thought, and drifted off to sleep.
End of chapter 4 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- I hope you liked this chapter. I am going to try my best to prolong Spat and Harmony's relationship. I will try not to make it go too fast. I have a lot of good stuff on my mind for the next chapter. I will also try to make the next chapters a LOT longer. I hope you enjoyed what I wrote so far. Thanks for reading and reviewing! ~McKenzie
