Last update for today, a fanfiction by raven-nerd (#737559). Thanks for the submissions, everyone!
My name is NEFT. That name’s never really changed over time, it’s always been something like “NEFT” or “NFT”. I remember I once had a real name, when I was first adopted in ’08. Perhaps it was something like Horizon, maybe Sunset. I don’t recall precisely, but that isn’t really what I want to focus on right now. I’m here to tell my story, how I endured the abuse of fame and the constant bombardment of trades. I’m NEFT the Sunback, here with my story.
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It was nearly midnight. I was sitting in my cage, bored out of my mind. My previous owner had been banned, and so I was sent here, to the Chicken Smoothie pound. The rat next to me suddenly let out an excited squeal.
“11:59! In one minute the Smoothians will burst in and adopt us all!”
A cheer went up around us. It seems like our neighbors had heard the rat, all with high hopes and dreams, determined to be adopted and to find a lifelong home. Lifelong home. I certainly would never have one. I stopped counting how many accounts I’ve been traded to and from at 53.
At that moment, millions of Chicken Smoothie users barged into the pound, looking for the rarest pets. I saw a UR Tiger picked up on the spot. There were two OMG SO RARE pets in the pound the last time I checked; now they were gone. I waited for someone to find me, buried deep in the pound where it seemed no one would find me. Suddenly, a girl (more or less) ran up to me. She had waist-length dark brown hair and cat ears and tail of matching color. She also wore a black shirt with the Hogwarts coat of arms on it and torn jeans.
I didn’t notice the girl ignore my tag. She already knew I was a Very Rare, and she opened my cage, took me out, and checked me out of the pound. She quickly walked home, her face shining with happiness.
“I’ll never, ever trade you away!” she told me, petting my head.
If I thought the pound was a nice place, which, for a pound, it was, I definitely hadn’t seen this user’s house. It looked kind of small from the outside, but inside, it was practically a castle. All her pictures from the Oekaki were hanging from the walls. She hurried up the stairs, finally stopping on the seventh level. She hurried down a long corridor until she reached a large door that had a golden plaque on it that read, “Dreamies, NEFT”. She opened the door and set me inside the room, renaming me NEFT, just like every other pet in that room.
A day later I left, along with four other Very Rares. She had apparently gotten an offer from someone willing to trade her an OMG SO RARE, and she had accepted. That was the last time I saw her.
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How many other times I was traded around, I don’t know. I left my new owner’s house after two months, stayed with that person for a year, then was traded to scores of different accounts in a matter of weeks.
Now, I sit here, stuck in someone’s “Rare Pet Group” once again. I’ve kept the name “NEFT” from that first owner, and it seems like I’ll never- oh, great.
My current owner just got offered an OMG SO RARE for me and a few others.
Adios, everyone.
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It was nearly midnight. I was sitting in my cage, bored out of my mind. My previous owner had been banned, and so I was sent here, to the Chicken Smoothie pound. The rat next to me suddenly let out an excited squeal.
“11:59! In one minute the Smoothians will burst in and adopt us all!”
A cheer went up around us. It seems like our neighbors had heard the rat, all with high hopes and dreams, determined to be adopted and to find a lifelong home. Lifelong home. I certainly would never have one. I stopped counting how many accounts I’ve been traded to and from at 53.
At that moment, millions of Chicken Smoothie users barged into the pound, looking for the rarest pets. I saw a UR Tiger picked up on the spot. There were two OMG SO RARE pets in the pound the last time I checked; now they were gone. I waited for someone to find me, buried deep in the pound where it seemed no one would find me. Suddenly, a girl (more or less) ran up to me. She had waist-length dark brown hair and cat ears and tail of matching color. She also wore a black shirt with the Hogwarts coat of arms on it and torn jeans.
I didn’t notice the girl ignore my tag. She already knew I was a Very Rare, and she opened my cage, took me out, and checked me out of the pound. She quickly walked home, her face shining with happiness.
“I’ll never, ever trade you away!” she told me, petting my head.
If I thought the pound was a nice place, which, for a pound, it was, I definitely hadn’t seen this user’s house. It looked kind of small from the outside, but inside, it was practically a castle. All her pictures from the Oekaki were hanging from the walls. She hurried up the stairs, finally stopping on the seventh level. She hurried down a long corridor until she reached a large door that had a golden plaque on it that read, “Dreamies, NEFT”. She opened the door and set me inside the room, renaming me NEFT, just like every other pet in that room.
A day later I left, along with four other Very Rares. She had apparently gotten an offer from someone willing to trade her an OMG SO RARE, and she had accepted. That was the last time I saw her.
_____
How many other times I was traded around, I don’t know. I left my new owner’s house after two months, stayed with that person for a year, then was traded to scores of different accounts in a matter of weeks.
Now, I sit here, stuck in someone’s “Rare Pet Group” once again. I’ve kept the name “NEFT” from that first owner, and it seems like I’ll never- oh, great.
My current owner just got offered an OMG SO RARE for me and a few others.
Adios, everyone.
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