Art by iFoopets
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↳ username;; Hi, I'm Xelia, currently a non-owner. :3
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↳ name;; This JBD's name would be Pepsi. Pepsi was named after her coat, but likes to pretend it was because of her love for pepsi!
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↳ gender;; Pepsi is female. ^^
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↳ yfs;; Pepsi had YFS type B; she will not grow any larger, will be unable to breed, and, if she was male, would still develop horns. Behind YFS is no trouble for Pepsi, as others' opinions don't take much toll on her!
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↳ half-life;; Smoke obscured her vision. She flexed her claws, tightening them on the handgun in her grip. Her eyes scanned the landscape; she snarled at the empty air. Not a sound. She was safe. Pepsi slunk forward, climbing over the wreckage in neat, well-aimed jumps. She didn't have long to get to her destination. Having danger at every time made it more difficult.
A sudden siren screeched loudly, meeting her ears in a matter of seconds. Resisting the urge to cover her ears, Pepsi shoved the handgun into her belt, and snatched the crowbar from her backpack. She spun around, and the sight of the helicopter was impossible to miss. The huge black machine danced mercilessly through the clear blue sky, calling out it's siren and flashing the scarlet lights that were bringing her nearer and nearer to death.
A man crouched by the door to the helicopter. He held a barrel in his arms, with the words 'flammable' plastered across it. Pepsi felt her stomach clench nervously, and she almost cringed at the thought of exploding into millions of pieces. The man held a lighter in the other hand - it was now or never. Pepsi aimed the crowbar. This was risky; the helicopter was moving quickly to dodge her throw. With her free hand, Pepsi pullet her helmet down over her head. The microscope on the inner windshield of the helmet focused on the 'copter. The driver was barely visible through the darkened glass, but this was the only chance Pepsi had of reaching her destination. She flung the crowbar toward the helicopter. It smashed violently through the glass. She didn't even have to see any more of what was happening. Luck was on her side. Or, so she thought. There was a thud behind her; a small thud, not the crash of the helicopter hitting the concrete above her. There was a quiet bang, and Pepsi spun around. In that split second, the flaming barrel exploded in front of her eyes.
Pepsi groaned painfully. Her health was low, she could feel it. Her head throbbed, and her legs were numb. She pulled her backpack off, and dug around in it with her aching arms until they rested on a small white package. She ripped it open, and a small bottle lay in her paws. She twisted open the lid, and poured the entire transparent liquid down her throat. It smelt bad, and tasted worse, but it was worth it. Pepsi felt her health replenishing to half of what she started with. Better than nothing. She clenched her arms a few times, then rose to her feet. They felt strange; like feeling was melting back into them. It was almost pleasant.
Pepsi slung her backpack on, and pulled her handgun from her belt. Her ears hurt from the force of the explosion, and she had been pushed back seventy, maybe eighty meters. She had to get going if she wanted to reach her destination in time. Plus, if anyone had heard the alarm, the guards would be on their way. Her health couldn't take another beating.
It had been a cold, seemingly endless walk, but she was on the final stretch of land. Pride bubbled inside her. Wait until she told Coke about this! Hahaha, that useless furball had never completed this level! All she had to do was-
No... What? Pepsi started at her blank computer screen, feeling her stomach churn. She spun around, and jumped onto all-fours. She dashed around the house desperately, not sure what she was looking for, but for some crazy reason, hoping there would be a solution to this problem that she would bump into.
It wasn't a solution she bumped into. She started at her clock in disbelief. It was black. Black... No!
Pepsi let our a angry yowl as she walked back to her computer. Power cuts!
She should save the game next time…
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Race, life’s a race,
And I am gonna win,
Yes, I am gonna win,
And I’ll light the fuse,
And I’ll never lose,
And I choose to survive,
Whatever it takes,
You won’t pull ahead,
I’ll keep up the pace,
And I’ll reveal my strength,
To the whole race,
Yes I am prepared,
To stay alive!
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Race, life’s a race,
And I am gonna win,
Yes, I am gonna win,
And I’ll light the fuse,
And I’ll never lose,
And I choose to survive,
Whatever it takes,
You won’t pull ahead,
I’ll keep up the pace,
And I’ll reveal my strength,
To the whole race,
Yes I am prepared,
To stay alive!
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this might be my second or third time trying for these lovins. I haven't attached to one in a while and well she's gonna and stolen my heart. Good luck to everyone! 
My dark-coat is part of me, and when I'm with my friends love doing tricks and fun stuff that maybe lighter colored beans would not do. I get my tint of sweet attitude from the white marks around my body. qvq. I go by Truffle, Truf, Fefe, but mostly Truffle. My attitude? Its very gentle. If my father tells me to go help someone or do something, I'll do it, and I always use manners. I can be very mean; I'm a grouchy riser. I don't like waking up. Sometimes, I pretend I'm a lighter colored bean in the morning, so I can be a little nicer. When my siblings tease me, I always reply with: "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all." Usually, they just stick their tongues out at me. At-least they protect me from other beans when I am being bullied. I'm grateful for that. My father; He's very nice. He takes care of us all and is always helping us.