You are standing in a pitch black room. Or atleast you think its a room. You can't see any walls, or floor for that matter. Suddenly you regret opening that book.
Out of nowhare a lamp flicks on. Cerrous is standing next to it, his hand on the pull chain.
"So you opened my book. Don't know why you'd want to. Well... read on."
A rather comfy looking chair appears. Then a table pops up next to it, the book sits on top of it. Quietly you plop into the chair and crack open the book...

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Strife
“Would you just create it already?”
“I’m going to need a name for him sir.”
“Its… Slave. Can I go now?”
“Slave is taken sir. However Slave101 is free.”
“Fine, just create it already”
“There your are sir! I hope you have-“
“Whatever. I’m outta here.”
The boy stormed out of the creation center with an aisha being held by the scruff of its neck. After a while he reached a large neohome, walked in, and tossed the aisha onto a nearby chair. The little aisha didn’t seam to notice he’d just been thrown, and hoped down to follow his new owner.
“Meow!” The little aisha said (for pets can’t talk right from the start), and the thing began to purr and rub against the boy’s leg as a real cat would.
The boy glared at the tiny fur ball. He almost felt bad for it. It was sort of cute for an idiotic, mindless, brainwashing instrument. It was red, and, unlike the other aishas that were there, had darker red bands around its legs, stalk ears, and tail. It also had something even more unique about it. It had black messy hair atop its little head, and emerald green eyes. It reminded the boy of Harry Potter. Which of course, the boy thought was a dumb book, another tool created to brainwash us all into idiots. Because of this unjust opinion he hated the stupid fuzz ball even more.
“Get off me stupid imbecile!” The boy shouted and kicked the poor thing clear across the room. It hit the wall with a thump, and fell to the floor. There it cried out, but didn’t return to its feet.
Slave was shocked. This wasn’t what he saw every day at the creation center. He closed his eyes and thought back to the time he had spent there.

The aisha had been put in an enclosed area, near the back of the aisha room with the rest of the pets with strange markings. This didn’t seam to bother him though. He thought it made him special to not be running and playing with the others down on the floor. He was quiet by nature and kept to himself. He did like watching the happy people come in and search for a good pet. The aisha never realized that he spent eight days there. Which was much longer than what most aishas spent, waiting for the perfect owner.
He was asleep when the boy, his soon to be owner, stomped in. All the aishas backed away sensing his displeasure, but future Slave101 just kept sleeping. The boy glared around the room and grumbled his way to the enclosed area where he scooped of the first one he saw and then stormed back out.
The little aisha awoke when he was dropped onto a counter. He stretched and looked up to see a boy and a lady on talking over the counter. He didn’t catch most of there conversation but they were talking about names. the aisha suddenly realized what was going on. He was being created! This boy was his owner! He meowed happily and was suddenly picked up by the scruff of his neck.

Slave opened his eyes. Now he was here, in a strange house, with an owner nothing like the ones he saw coming in and out of the creation center. He was very confused. Slave got to his feet and went to seek out his strange owner.
When he found him, he was sitting at a kitchen table eating a large Sunday that looked very good. He licked his lips and meowed. The boy glared at him.
“What do you want?” he sneered.
“Meow!” the aisha said and begged for a bit of his Sunday.
A cruel look crossed the boy’s face. “What makes you think I’ll feed you? You’re never getting anything.”
~*~
This cruel treatment went on for a very long time. Slave was never feed, played with, in fact the boy gave no notice that the aisha was even there. Finally Slave realized why. The boy was a hacker. He hated Neopets, and wanted to make it miserable. Slave didn’t know much but he had been told stories at the creation center. One pet told him about hackers. They were nasty people that broke into other people’s accounts to take their money. They lied, cheated, and were just plain rotten. Hackers were bad.
The Aisha was scared. It was dying of hunger and it hated that mean boy who took him from the creation center. Slave decided he was going to go back to the warm creation center where the people were nice. So during the night he snuck to the refrigerator to get food to eat. He was terrified the boy would find him and his heart jumped at every strange shadow. Somehow he made it out. He was outside. Free from the mean boy. But he had no idea what awaited him.
~*~
Slave had now idea where he was going. He was small, and still very young. It was cold too. He’d been searching for the creation center for 3 days now. His food supply had run out. The only thing that kept him going was the thought of finding the nice, kind owner he deserved when he got to the creation center. Slave was positive that Neopia was filled with kind loving creatures. But so far he hadn’t seen much of that. He saw people fighting desperately for small, insignificant things under a tree. He saw pets fighting just for glory. He saw owners forcing their pets to train endlessly. Neopets that thought they were better than others because of a trophy, expensive color or item. He saw people cheating and lying in order to make there pets the best in pointless competitions. The hopeful light of finding a kind soul was dying out, and the Aisha was cold and alone in a world of cruelty.
~*~
It had now been two weeks since he’d run away. He had been from Neopia Central, to Merridell, and now he found himself in a strange world high above the planet where funny looking neopets with big eyes, and stubby antennas ran around eating space food.
Slave rather liked this place. It was quiet, and he managed to steal some food every day. He decided he would stay here, for now he realized that if there were kind people out there, they probably didn’t want him. Slowly, he made his way back to the tiny, broke down, rusty, one-person space pod he’d adopted as his home. His life was simple. Every day he’d protect his home from curious travelers that didn’t care if they were stealing someone’s home. Also the same pack of Chias kept trying to take over. He didn’t worry because they weren’t a problem. They seamed to be scared of him, and would run in terror when he came back.
After terrorizing the little Chia gang, he hoped into his ship and ate the two Slim Jims and half a slushy he’d found. It wasn’t much and he didn’t like Slim Jims but it was better than nothing. Then he curled up and went to sleep. Waiting for another day of scrounging and home guarding.
Late during the night Slave was awoken by to rough voices. Groggy and sleep deprived he lifted to see two hideous Grundos waddling there way towards his home.
“Something there.” One grunted. “Me think it alive.”
The other one replied, “Go get. We take to boss”
The brown one nodded and waddled closer to the ship where Slave was. He was holding a sack.
“Great. An ambush.” He though and got ready to run. He knew he couldn’t take on two Grundos.The big lug lifted the sack and prepared to scoop up the Aisha just as he jumped from the ship. Only he had messed up. The Grundo was too close and Slave ended up jumping on top of him. Both lost balance and fell to the ground. Quickly, the other Grundo came and captured the Aisha before he could make an escape.
“Great. Now what.” The he thought and was stuffed into a bag.

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