A/N yes, I'm here again and I have something that desperately needs said.
And this something is directed to mostextremeprincess.
I've tried to be nice and polite, but apparently you can't get this through your head. The review page is NOT a message board! When you review, do NOT talk to other authors in reviews for MY stories. For crying out loud, half the time you don't even make a reference to the story you're reviewing at all! Also, stop correcting me! For example, I know that Lilo and Stitch don't have bunk beds in the series. My stuff has nothing to do with the series (or Stitch: the movie! for that matter) and I'd appreciate it if you stop assuming that I'm wrong about pretty much everything.
And most importantly, STOP CORRECTING ME ABOUT MY OWN CHARACTERS! I know it was 476 (and she was a guy), but I changed it to the female 471. It is not your place to tell me I'm wrong about this, considering she is MINE! And keep your mouth shut about Owen too. He isn't the 625 from Disney Channel, I was using him before that 625 was even made public, so stop saying he can't roll into a ball or that he's supposed to be yellow and not aquamarine or crap like that. I work hard on my stories, whether you can tell it or not, so unless what you're saying in your review has a point of some kind, bug off. I know you're bothering other people too, and if you don't straighten up or go away we're reporting you.
There, I got mean for once. Sorry to everybody else, I don't mean to start the chapter on an angry note, but it couldn't be helped. Enjoy.
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471 sighed, tapping on the glass separating 541 from herself. "Maybe things will go okay. I'm just really worried, I guess." 541 looked a little skeptical.
"You were in here forty-five minutes ago raging about how Jookiba wasn't doing anything and wanting to go after 593 yourself." 471 scowled at him.
"That was different, I didn't know I would be leaving the lab."
"True. So...I guess this is it, then?" he sounded sad, 471 wanted to say something to comfort him, but she was beginning to feel she needed it herself. "Thanks for coming by today. It's nice to have someone to talk to." 471 was silent. 541 pressed his paw against the glass between them. "Goodbye, um...you never told me your number..."
"Yes I did." 541 shook his head, "I would've remembered it." She thought for a moment, a frown crossing her face. "Oh yeah...I'm sorry, 541."
"For what?"
"Well, for leaving you here, I guess. I mean I could have come to see you more than I did." 541 stared blankly at her, obviously confused.
"I just met you this morning." 471 shrugged sadly. "You should be going, he's waiting on you."
"Yeah." She turned to leave, stopping just short of the door. "Goodbye 541. I'm going to miss you." She walked through the doorway. 541 watched until she was out of sight. That was it, she was gone. He suddenly felt...empty.
***
625 loosed a sigh of relief. Jumba had been occupied, but he had still been antsy about getting 314 back into the restricted section. He smiled to himself as he neared the kitchen, she had been brave to come looking for him. He was thrilled that someone had actually wanted to see him, made him feel all warm and even fuzzier than he already was. He had a friend besides 471 now! He smiled, humming to himself. He'd never known anyone like 314. She was really his friend, and she seemed to really like him. 625 closed his eyes, his smile widening. Oh yeah...life was good.
"Hey, watch where you're walking cowboy!" 625 snapped out of his reverie to realize he was standing on 386. 597 reached out and dragged him off. "He's testing something again."
"What's he testing, his theory on living as a rug?"
"Actually he was working on some kind of cure or something. I think he's been testing his stuff on himself." He gave 386 a kick, but he continued to snore contentedly. "Been out like a light since I found him."
"And how long has that been?" 625 stepped over the dozing experiment and began to rummage through the refrigerator, unearthing 602 in the process. "What are you doing in my fridge!?"
"Just cooling off." 602 grinned innocently. "We found 386 about an hour ago. Hungry?" he held out a sandwich and 625 snatched it, wandering back to 597. "Is 471 done throwing her fit yet? It's starting to get kind of boring with her."
"I suppose. I haven't seen her since she locked Doc out of his office." The other two began to laugh. But 597 quickly fell silent. 471 was standing in the doorway, looking rather sad and just a little forlorn. 625 panicked.
"471! Hey, how ya doin'? Uh, how long have you---I'm sorry, really! We weren't laughing at you or anything...."
"I know." No one said anything; they stood and stared at her dumbly. "Guys, I need to talk to you."
"What's wrong?" 602 climbed out of the refrigerator, standing worriedly with the other two. 471 plodded toward them, focusing on 386 (who still had not woke up). She wrung her hands and raised her eyes with a sniff.
"Jumba's taking me...to go get 593." 625 grabbed 597 by the ears to keep him from leaping onto her.
"That's great---"
"YES! FINALLY! YESYESYESYESYES!"
"For cryin' out loud, shut up!" 625 pushed him to the ground. "I get that you're happy, but just let the girl talk! Jeez!" 597 obeyed, remaining sprawled next to 386. He shrugged to 471. "Sorry about that."
"It's great that 593's coming back, but why the long face?" 602 asked. 471 sniffed again, acting brave.
"Jumba told me that I should say my good-bye's while I can. Guys...I don't think I'm coming back." The room fell silent; they stared at her in shock. It was better than she had hoped; at least this wasn't going to be a teary goodbye. "He's waiting for me...I should go." She turned to leave. It wasn't what she had expected...she didn't want to leave followed by empty stares, but if she didn't get out of there soon the tears would come. And tears would only make it harder...she had almost made it to the door when something pulled her back.
"No!" she looked back to see that 625 had caught hold of her tail and was now coiling all five feet of it around his arm. "I'm not lettin' you go off and get yourself killed." He too held back his tears, struggling for an excuse. "I mean...who's gonna look out for me? I'm too wimpy to survive alone..."
"I know you, 625" 471 smiled at her friend. "You'll be fine." 625 sighed, dropping her tail defeatedly.
"No way I can get ya to stay?" 471 shook her head.
"I have to. Someone has to go after her." 625 hesitated and threw his arms around her.
"You're one of my best friends, you know that? You're too brave for your own good." 471 hugged him back. She didn't want to leave anymore. These were her friends...they were all she wanted now.
"I...I love you guys!" 471 broke away from him and fled into the hall, 625 and the others stared after her.
I've tried to be nice and polite, but apparently you can't get this through your head. The review page is NOT a message board! When you review, do NOT talk to other authors in reviews for MY stories. For crying out loud, half the time you don't even make a reference to the story you're reviewing at all! Also, stop correcting me! For example, I know that Lilo and Stitch don't have bunk beds in the series. My stuff has nothing to do with the series (or Stitch: the movie! for that matter) and I'd appreciate it if you stop assuming that I'm wrong about pretty much everything.
And most importantly, STOP CORRECTING ME ABOUT MY OWN CHARACTERS! I know it was 476 (and she was a guy), but I changed it to the female 471. It is not your place to tell me I'm wrong about this, considering she is MINE! And keep your mouth shut about Owen too. He isn't the 625 from Disney Channel, I was using him before that 625 was even made public, so stop saying he can't roll into a ball or that he's supposed to be yellow and not aquamarine or crap like that. I work hard on my stories, whether you can tell it or not, so unless what you're saying in your review has a point of some kind, bug off. I know you're bothering other people too, and if you don't straighten up or go away we're reporting you.
There, I got mean for once. Sorry to everybody else, I don't mean to start the chapter on an angry note, but it couldn't be helped. Enjoy.
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471 sighed, tapping on the glass separating 541 from herself. "Maybe things will go okay. I'm just really worried, I guess." 541 looked a little skeptical.
"You were in here forty-five minutes ago raging about how Jookiba wasn't doing anything and wanting to go after 593 yourself." 471 scowled at him.
"That was different, I didn't know I would be leaving the lab."
"True. So...I guess this is it, then?" he sounded sad, 471 wanted to say something to comfort him, but she was beginning to feel she needed it herself. "Thanks for coming by today. It's nice to have someone to talk to." 471 was silent. 541 pressed his paw against the glass between them. "Goodbye, um...you never told me your number..."
"Yes I did." 541 shook his head, "I would've remembered it." She thought for a moment, a frown crossing her face. "Oh yeah...I'm sorry, 541."
"For what?"
"Well, for leaving you here, I guess. I mean I could have come to see you more than I did." 541 stared blankly at her, obviously confused.
"I just met you this morning." 471 shrugged sadly. "You should be going, he's waiting on you."
"Yeah." She turned to leave, stopping just short of the door. "Goodbye 541. I'm going to miss you." She walked through the doorway. 541 watched until she was out of sight. That was it, she was gone. He suddenly felt...empty.
***
625 loosed a sigh of relief. Jumba had been occupied, but he had still been antsy about getting 314 back into the restricted section. He smiled to himself as he neared the kitchen, she had been brave to come looking for him. He was thrilled that someone had actually wanted to see him, made him feel all warm and even fuzzier than he already was. He had a friend besides 471 now! He smiled, humming to himself. He'd never known anyone like 314. She was really his friend, and she seemed to really like him. 625 closed his eyes, his smile widening. Oh yeah...life was good.
"Hey, watch where you're walking cowboy!" 625 snapped out of his reverie to realize he was standing on 386. 597 reached out and dragged him off. "He's testing something again."
"What's he testing, his theory on living as a rug?"
"Actually he was working on some kind of cure or something. I think he's been testing his stuff on himself." He gave 386 a kick, but he continued to snore contentedly. "Been out like a light since I found him."
"And how long has that been?" 625 stepped over the dozing experiment and began to rummage through the refrigerator, unearthing 602 in the process. "What are you doing in my fridge!?"
"Just cooling off." 602 grinned innocently. "We found 386 about an hour ago. Hungry?" he held out a sandwich and 625 snatched it, wandering back to 597. "Is 471 done throwing her fit yet? It's starting to get kind of boring with her."
"I suppose. I haven't seen her since she locked Doc out of his office." The other two began to laugh. But 597 quickly fell silent. 471 was standing in the doorway, looking rather sad and just a little forlorn. 625 panicked.
"471! Hey, how ya doin'? Uh, how long have you---I'm sorry, really! We weren't laughing at you or anything...."
"I know." No one said anything; they stood and stared at her dumbly. "Guys, I need to talk to you."
"What's wrong?" 602 climbed out of the refrigerator, standing worriedly with the other two. 471 plodded toward them, focusing on 386 (who still had not woke up). She wrung her hands and raised her eyes with a sniff.
"Jumba's taking me...to go get 593." 625 grabbed 597 by the ears to keep him from leaping onto her.
"That's great---"
"YES! FINALLY! YESYESYESYESYES!"
"For cryin' out loud, shut up!" 625 pushed him to the ground. "I get that you're happy, but just let the girl talk! Jeez!" 597 obeyed, remaining sprawled next to 386. He shrugged to 471. "Sorry about that."
"It's great that 593's coming back, but why the long face?" 602 asked. 471 sniffed again, acting brave.
"Jumba told me that I should say my good-bye's while I can. Guys...I don't think I'm coming back." The room fell silent; they stared at her in shock. It was better than she had hoped; at least this wasn't going to be a teary goodbye. "He's waiting for me...I should go." She turned to leave. It wasn't what she had expected...she didn't want to leave followed by empty stares, but if she didn't get out of there soon the tears would come. And tears would only make it harder...she had almost made it to the door when something pulled her back.
"No!" she looked back to see that 625 had caught hold of her tail and was now coiling all five feet of it around his arm. "I'm not lettin' you go off and get yourself killed." He too held back his tears, struggling for an excuse. "I mean...who's gonna look out for me? I'm too wimpy to survive alone..."
"I know you, 625" 471 smiled at her friend. "You'll be fine." 625 sighed, dropping her tail defeatedly.
"No way I can get ya to stay?" 471 shook her head.
"I have to. Someone has to go after her." 625 hesitated and threw his arms around her.
"You're one of my best friends, you know that? You're too brave for your own good." 471 hugged him back. She didn't want to leave anymore. These were her friends...they were all she wanted now.
"I...I love you guys!" 471 broke away from him and fled into the hall, 625 and the others stared after her.