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[odysseus]

I saw this thread and I thought that this would be a fun thing to do! Basically, I will be writing 100 one-shots (short stories) of less than 750 words. I will be writing them about a CS pet whose personality will develop as the stories progress. I am really excited to do this!

The Pet is:


The Themes are:

Injured
Sinking
Father
Exploit
Boredom
Art of Conversation
Take your Best Shot
Creativity
Flash
Puzzling Words
Ill
Skeleton
Nothing
Servitude
Possibilities
Weightless
Just Say It
Last Words
Immature
Blazing
Help
Presence
Because
Forced
Reversed
Cast Away
Emotions
Questions
Wishing
Crackling
Curl Up
Together
Look Again
Brief
Space
Special
Jinx
Stop Fussing
Cozy
Breaking
Either Or
Tell Me a Story
Waiting
Willpower
Who Am I?
Idol
Unseen
Just Try
For Me?
Your Choice! (You got to 50!)
Useful
Treasure
Ceremony
Lightning
Protection
Stay With Me
Mint
Rescue
Dominant
Thief
Deserter
Stolen
Sarcasm
Darling
How Much is too Much?
Over
Try Again
Hidden
Forgotten
The First Time
Aging
Soldiers
Justice
Tread Carefully
One False Step
Connection
Mess
It Can't Be
In Due Time
Awake
Delicious
Fallen
Trickery
Around the Bend
Well Traveled
Choices
Surplus
Rough
If
Friend
Found Not Lost
Spiral
Deep
I Could Have
Desirable
Resentment
Build Up
Inch by Inch
Dilemma
Blue Sky

I am done 0/100 challenges!

[odysseus]

i n j u r e d:

Chay’s paw stung. There was only a small cut on it, true, but it felt like ten dogs had bitten her. The wound looked angry and red, its bold colouring a sharp contrast to her light-brown fur. She sniffed at the scratch and cringed at the metallic smell of blood. T

This was a very bad day for her paw to be in such a sorry state. As a gear-patterned dog, Chay often had to meet with the higher-ups, who tended to be curious about her distinct pattern. Today was a meeting day; if they saw her cut, she would likely be rebuked for ‘damaging’ her valuable coat. Of course, there was no damage to her fur whatsoever, but higher-ups never seemed to see sense. Chay wondered why. Surely the rarer your patterning, the smarter you had to be! If your genetics were already that strange, shouldn’t your mind be in its own class as well?

Chay checked the time. 3:45 pm. She had to meet with them (the higher-ups) in two hours. She was not prepared at all. Coming up with a way to hide her paw would also consume much of Chay’s time, giving her almost no extra time to make herself look presentable. She padded around the room nervously, sniffing cautiously at drawers. Some she poked open with her nose, hoping that there would be something she could wrap her paw with. The wound stung more and more as she walked, and Chay was aware of the blood clotting in her fur. Sighing, she flopped down onto her mat. What a terrible day this was turning out to be.

Her PawTab, a small electronic tablet, pinged. Chay gingerly stepped off of the mat to fetch it. Grabbing the pad-like device’s grip in her mouth, Chay returned it to the mat. Setting it down, she examined the bold text scrolling across the screen.

“Message to Chay, Rare-level patterned canine.
User is excused from weekly discussion due to a Class 1 paw injury.”

Chay stared at the words. How did they know about her injury? The auto-cam was always disabled, and her mat had had the MedCheck feature turned off. Was she being spied on? Chay lay down and sighed. This day was progressively becoming worse, all because of a minor paw injury caused by a fallen tree branch. Chay hadn’t seen the thing, even though it was lying across her path like some intruder. A stupid tree-branch who could not resist poking his nose into her business. Consequently, it had decided to scratch her. Chay felt like it had commited some sort of taboo by injuring her. It could have just sat there like stupid organic waste-like a normal piece of wood.

The tablet pinged again, this ping seeming to sound much more annoying than the first one.
“Message to Chay, Rare-leveled patterned canine.
User is to report to weekly meeting tomorrow at 0537 hours due to a change in schedule.”

Chay sighed as she programmed an alarm for the next morning into her PawTab, trying to avoid touching it with her scratched paw. She was not a morning dog, she thought as she angrily tapped on the glowing screen.

Suddenly, knock sounded on the door.

“Come in,” Chay said, desperately trying to think of an explanation for her paw. It was a no-pattern who entered. However, his colouring was somewhat extravagant, albeit probably uncommon at the most. Chay tilted her head and regarded the visitor.

“Who are you?”

The visitor said something along the lines of ‘Level 3 Doctor’ and sat down on Chay’s mat with her. She inched away, her cheeks feeling warm and the mat’s fibers rubbing uncomfortably against her fur. The doctor asked if he could have a look at her paw.

Chay said yes. The other dog spent a long time staring at it, jotting things down, taking various items out of his bag and then deciding that he didn’t need them. When he was finally finished, he left with a simple “Thanks.” Chay lay her head down, stared at her bandaged paw, and went to sleep. She dreamed about the meeting the next day, and what could possibly go wrong. As she woke up the next morning, she realized that a multitude of things could go wrong. Then, she groaned. Her paw was bleeding again.