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It was a bright, happy day in Mac Anu. Skeith leaned against the wall by the Chaos Gate. It was

around a week after the incident with Bear, Mimiru and Tsukasa, and nothing exciting had

happened since, making him a bored little Phase. He watched as people warped in and out of

Mac Anu, talking to their friends as they did. "I'm... so... bored..." He said with a yawn.

Suddenly, two Long Arms came by, discussing something that Skeith had never once thought

about doing: Raising a Grunty. Skeith grinned. "That's what I'll do. I'll give that Grunty thing a

shot!" And so, he stood up, warped to Carmina Gadelica, and headed straight for the Grunty pen.

When he arrived, he looked down at the baby Grunty walking around, and frowned. "It's so...

ugly." He bent down and prodded it. The little pig-cow creature suddenly wailed. "Daddy, I'm

hungry! Oiiink!" Skeith stared at it. The Grunty then proceeded to plop down on it's rear and cry

mass amounts of tears. "H-Hey! Don't cry! Stop!" The Grunty kept crying. Skeith rose and

looked at the NPC. "What do these things eat, anyway?" Skeith inquired. "Grunty food. You find

it in dungeons and on fields." Skeith pondered a moment, then pulled a White Cherry from his

Grunty Food case. "Ohhhh... This thing?" The NPC nodded. The Phase dropped the odd cherry

thing in front of the baby Grunty, and it immediately tackled the item of food and ate it in 4 bites.

The Terror of Death chuckled and gave the Grunty more food. Soon, the Grunty grew to the point

where it knew the names of the foods it wanted. "Father, I'm hungry, oink! I wanna eat Piney

Apples!" Skeith's eyes widened in surprise. He didn't HAVE any Piney Apples to give to the little

creature! He then rushed off. A while later, he came back holding about 3 of the red apple-ish

things. He lowered it down in front of the Grunty. The apple thought, "Oh dear lord! I'm being

sacrificed?! Nooooooo!" And then it was all over. The food was devoured by the Grunty. The

rest of the food it wanted were things Skeith had gathered many of and the Grunty turned into a

Boney Grunty, because those things rock. Skeith squealed like a five-year old school girl and

hugged the Grunty. "I'm naming you... Uh... Grunty!" he said. "Fine with me, master.

Rrrrraaattle!" Grunty replied. And from then on, Grunty and Skeith always traveled fields

together. They found many cool field-ish treasures and stuff, and beat lots of flag race records.

The two were the best of friends. This was not to last, though. One day, Skeith and Grunty were

exploring a Darkness field, minding their own business when suddenly, a woman's voice came

from nowhere. "Hello there, Skeith." Skeith twitched. "Oh crap, it's that freaking God woman

again! What do YOU want?" "Well, I wanted to laugh at you for losing to that damned Kite guy,

and then becoming a human... thing, probably because you suck." The Phase growled in

annoyance. "Oh, shut up. At least I'm not some bodiless voice who thinks she's better than

everyone else but in reality she's only angry and crap because she can't get a boyfriend." "Yes, I

kno- Wait a second, take that back!" "No." "Yes." "No." "Yes." "No." "Fine!" A bolt of

lightning came down from the sky and struck Grunty. The Terror of Death gasped as his Grunty

friend began to change into a monster. It looked kind of like a dog-cow thing with sharp claws

and teeth, if you can imagine something like that. It immediately lunged at Skeith, claws

outstretched. Skeith jumped out of the way, and tumbled across the ground. A few moments

later, he stood up and yelled. "Grunty, stop! I'm your friend, remember? You don't want to hurt

me, do you?" The monster ignored the Phase's cries and ran at him. Skeith just stood there and

did nothing. Then, he felt a huge pain in his left shoulder. He looked over to see the monster that

used to be his friend, it's jaws dug deep into his flesh (or data, same difference). He realized it

was hopeless to try and talk the creature into stopping it's attacks, so he lifted up his staff and,

with tears in his eyes, slammed it down on the monster. It howled in pain and let go of Skeith,

then limply fell to the ground. Skeith did it once more and finished it off. Blood was dripping

from the wound on his shoulder, but he paid no mind to it. And so, his head hung in shame, the

Terror of Death warped off.

Yes, so dramatic oh emm jee. Sorry for not updating in a while, I've been lazy. Review, NOW! I

command it!