Slightly sad part: Penguin outburst, hurt, tears.
Read on! (^,^)
My Dearest Owner: Chapter 3
JaQ9 began noticing that something was wrong, too. He visited more often, but you were seldom at home. And the few times you were there, you were moody with fatigue. You snapped at the penguin that had once dominated your thoughts and your heart.
Something else terrifying did now.
Although we had no clue what it was, we could feel that we were losing you, close friend and adored owner, to a monster that fed on your soul. JaQ9 tried to help you out of that pit you've dug for yourself. He valiantly tried to ask take you out for a dinner at the Pizza Parlor, to the Dace Club, for a game, ANYTHING for you to remember that you have to enjoy life, even for a while.
You rejected him brusquely every time.
Couldn't you see?
His efforts for you were so genuine, even a puffle like me knew that he liked you.
That final time, he did his best.
He gathered up his courage and asked you out to a party.
How would you react?
Both of us held our breaths.
It was the last ditch effort.
But it was too late...
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU PEST! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO WORK OUT A PLAN THAT WOULD CONCERN THE SAFETY OF THIS ISLAND AND THE WHOLE PENGUIN POPULATION!" You had screamed hysterically at him, and his heartbroken expression was lost to your wrath.
"SO STOP BOTHERING ME! WHAT IF SOMEONE DIES, AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT, BECAUSE I WAS AT YOUR STUPID PARTY!"
You shoved him viciously against the hard wall, and ran outside, not to be seen again for an entire day. I edged towards where JaQ9 was slumped against the wall.
The excruciating pain and hurt, both heart-felt and physical, written on his contorted face was heartrending.
"Oh Arty," He rasped hoarsely with a voice drowned in grief as he stared at the domed ceiling, silent tears spilling down, "Will she ever come back to us?"
I nuzzled his flipper while choking back that glob of dismay. JaQ9 picked me up and embraced me tightly. His tears made my fur damp and matted, but I didn't care.
To Be Continued…
Author's note:
I know I'm stretching things a bit, but it's necessary for my story. =w=