The Blob

A/N: My god, I am such a freak XD

Part III

Blocky rounded the corner, smiling, the blob in his arms. Blob appeared to be asleep, peacefully dreaming in his new owner's clutch. Blocky loved his blob. It was so cute and blobby. We've already established that, right? Well, Blocky knew enough about his new blob to determine that his new blob was very hungry.

"You hungry, Blob?" His only response was a muffled snore. "Yeah, I thought so. I mean, you did try and eat Snap's leg. We can go buy something at one of the restaurants out here!"

As Blocky continued to plan out their day, he suddenly remembered one important detail, one that he had previously overlooked: Like the blob, he had no money. Snap had had money. Rapsheeba had probably had money. The two were always willing to share their money with their money-less friend Blocky. But now that Blocky had scared Snap away (and that Rapsheeba had politely ordered Blocky to stop following her), he had no friends to mooch off of. And he had to feed his blob!

"We need money!" Blocky exclaimed, stating the obvious. 

Blob awoke, irritated at Blocky for awakening him. He snarled lightly at his owner. Trying to appease his hungry blob, Blocky patted it softly, trying to calm it down. The blob slowly but surely started to unwind in Blocky's arms. In fact, it unwound so much that he started to ooze liquid matter from his blobby skin.

Ewww. Blocky stared, distastefully, at his wet hands and the blob within them, but soon he had forgiven his pet. The wet, blobby matter could be easily washed off. He glanced upwards, to the graffiti-stained walls of ChalkZone City, as if the answers to all of his problems would lie in the spray paint...

"Hey!" A freshly-hung poster grabbed his eye. "Pet Show today! Do you know what that means, Blob?"

Blob gave him an emotionless look that clearly expressed one message: FEED ME OR ELSE.

"That's what I was thinking! We could sign you up!" Blocky held up his blob so that it could see the poster. "Sounds like fun, doesn't it?"

Blob hissed.

Oblivious to Blob's incompetence, Blocky quickly ran to the sign-up desk and chalked in his name, along with some information about his pet. He honestly thought they had a chance of winning.

"Greetings, Comrade Blocky!"

The next clueless Zoner to stumble in upon Blocky and his blob was none other than Snap's friend Fly. Of course, she was familiar with Blocky too, though they hadn't met until Snap's second birthday party.  

"Hey, Fly!" Blocky greeted rather stupidly, waving one arm with enthusiasm. "You here to sign up for the pet show?"

Fly stared at Blocky for a few seconds, in obvious disbelief. She then burst into laughter.

"Comrade Blocky, if there vere a potential pet smaller than I, I vouldn't be able to keep up with it. Vhat about you?"

"This is my pet!"

And Blocky held up Blob for all to see.

Fly fell into fits of more laughter. "Ahh... Blocky, that is but a mere blob. It's not a pet!"

Blocky felt her words leave a cruel aftertaste on his very psyche. Each one stung more than the last as he tried to comprehend all of what had just been said. Blob? Not a pet? What was it then?

"Blobs are not pets. Blobs are merely blobs and they should be left that way." Fly concluded.

Blocky felt tears welling up in his crudely-drawn eyes. "No... No! You're wrong!" And with that, he turned away, running off into the distance with Blob's body in his arms, feeling the harsh winds whip at his shoulders as he ran and ran and never once looked back.