Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Inatae]

"He followed me home from school today. Mommy, can we keep him? Please?"

[~Fallen Angel~]

"He followed me home from school today. Mommy, can we keep him? Please?"

Which one? The dog or the cat? XP

[Inatae]

"He followed me home from school today. Mommy, can we keep him? Please?"

Which one? The dog or the cat? XP

That's up to you to decide. :)

[Sen507]

Well, this isn't exactly a pair since there are three of them but:

Pet's name: Boe
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Pet's name: Dr. Smith
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Pet's name: Dr. Luis
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(If the glasses don't show up on the last pet try refreshing)

The story I have to go with these is a very rough-drafty start I wrote to a story I was considering making. It is very creepy/scary so if you get scared easily I would advise you not to read. I just thought of it when looking at all my CS pets with gears on them. I hope I didn't go into too much detail on violence and such since I just add a lot of detail to things so sorry if I did. Also there may be some parts which do not make sense since they are hinting at later plot developments which come in either parts I have not yet written or not yet posted. I thought it was ok that it's creepy since it's halloween night and people are in the mood for scary stories. Anyway, don't copy any part of the story it's mine. There are many mistakes and parts missing so please don't be too harsh when replying to it, thanks for reading!

Story:

Boe laughed and threw the rubber ball to Amber. She flashed him a smile and tossed it back to him. Unfortunately it soared over his head, just out of the grasp of his tiny fingers. His mouth opened in a silent shriek as the ball rolled out into the waiting room. Every child knew, they weren’t allowed in the waiting room unless previously asked. Boe bit his lip nervously. Amber motioned for him to go after it. He dared not say a word since the door stood wide open and the attendant was reading a book at the counter, he could not let her see him in the waiting room. He dashed out the door and grabbed the ball then his heart skipped a beat when he heard the doorknob turn. He turned just in time to see a man and woman both wearing white suits step in. He crawled under the table and tucked his small hands under his chest. He let out a sigh of relief when he realized that they had not seen him. The man was the first to speak. A grin spread across his thin lips and his voice roused the attendant from her daze.
“I have come to make a proposition,” he began, the sly smile spreading, “I am Dr. Luis and this is Dr. Smith, we are here to do revolutionary work, soon you will realize the wonder you are about to take part in.” he remarked his perfect teeth glistening in the dim light. The attendant stared blankly at the two.
“Excuse me?” she asked unsure of what the stranger meant. Dr. Smith let out a curt laugh.
“What he means to say is that we are prepared to adopt some children,” she paused glancing at her partner, “and willing to pay handsomely.” The attendant looked up at her with worn eyes. The building was overrun with children; no one seemed to want them anymore. All too often she was left alone to be the only one to care for them. She hated it. Couldn’t people handle their own problems? Why have a child if they couldn’t afford another mouth to feed in the first place? She opened her notebook and recorded their names.
“Ok,” she muttered half asleep, “I’ll sign you up for the adoption process, there will be a few things that I need to clear with you first though,” she finished groggily.
Dr. Luis simply smiled his charming emerald eyes glittering.
“I’m not sure you understand what I mean, how much would it take to skip the ‘adoption process’ and return home with a few of these children? I promise no harm will come to them.” He winked at her and his smile grew. The attendant shifted in her seat uncomfortably. Was he offering her a bribe? Money was scarce, her job pulled in barely enough for her to survive let alone enjoy life. Thoughts of greed sifted through her head. When he saw she was not yet convinced he continued, “Would $2,000,000 be too little for the five?” he bargained lifting his credit card from his pocket. The attendant’s eyes widened at the man’s offer. Children were worthless in the modern society, the orphanages all stuff and filled with disease. Who cared, let alone even noticed if five children suddenly disappeared? She could count them among the dead. The children usually never sold for more than a thousand dollars each since the only buyers were usually lonely mother’s whose own child had starved or families that wanted more children since because of the lack of resources it was currently illegal for a woman to have more than one child though she could adopt more. That was a rare occurrence though, people usually didn’t want others to look after, they much preferred watching out for themselves and only themselves. She let out an astonished breath and stood up to face the man at eye level.
“I think you have yourself a deal!” she told him taking the card from his hand as if it were sacred, and perhaps to her, it was. Dr. Luis laughed and his partner could no longer repress her smile.
“Trust me, you won’t regret this decision,” he assured her in a tone that hinted she already should. The attendant smiled nervously at him knowing she was in over her head.
“Should I fetch you the five healthiest I can find?” she muttered quickly remembering to back up her part of the deal. Dr. Luis laughed once more.
“No, no, certainly not. I will pick them out myself, bring me the sickest children, I will save them from the fate that awaits them!” He enchanted her with these hopeful words and she nodded briskly. She was just standing up from her chair when she heard it.
Boe sat quietly in his hiding spot hoping not to be found. He watched wide eyed as the man chatted with the attendant. He couldn’t understand what they were talking about but that just worried him further. He tried to shrink as far under the table as possible, praying they would not find him. Suddenly fear gripped him. The familiar pain in his stomach had started up again. His throat tickled. He could feel it coming. Not here. Not now. He wished silently to himself but he could withhold it no longer. He let out a horrible cough into his small frail hand and knew he had wronged. For as he did all three of the people in the room turned to face him. The two women looked startled but that wasn’t what worried him, it was the look the man gave him that scared him. His eyes were bright and glittering and his mouth in a twisted grin. He watched Boe as if he were a lab rat. The man’s arm shot out under the table. Boe cried out in fear as he took hold of his thin wrist. The man yanked him out and effortlessly pulled him to his feet, looking over the small child. Suddenly he twisted Boe’s arm so his palm faced the ceiling. On the boy’s palm there was a small red pool of liquid, blood. Boe’s squirmed to get out of the man’s grasp but he was far too weak to escape. The man let out a dry laugh.
“How old are you, Son?” he asked still holding the boy tightly.
“E-eight, Sir,” he stuttered his eyes wide with fear.
“Perfect,” the man stated and the woman beside him began to advance on Boe. “I think you, Child, have finally found yourself a family.” He picked up the fragile child and carried him over to a large van in the back. Boe was terrified, this people were not his parents and they never would be. He had no idea what they wanted with him. He only knew that he had to escape. The attendant all the while stood on the doorstep, staring blankly at the chaos she had caused. As the man and woman opened the back of the truck, he saw the horrors that lay inside. There was a rusty cage with a few toys in it sitting there, waiting.
“Come on now, no one likes naughty children!” The woman reprimanded when Boe tried to free himself from the man’s arms. The door to the cage slammed shut just as he pulled his scrawny fingers in. The man and woman shut the trunk and headed back to the orphanage. It was dark. Boe could hardly see anything but a framework of silver bars above him. He shivered and let out another wracking cough. Something wasn’t right; he was supposed to be adopted by a loving family, not this. He tried to scream but that just brought on another coughing fit. He looked longingly at the cage doors and waited for the man and woman to return.

Six Years Later


Boe’s eyes shot open and his heart raced with fear. The masked men stood over him their smiles taunting him. What horrible mutation had they preformed this time? He did not want to know. He could not yet move. He struggled and tried to sit up but pain shot through his body and a gloved hand shoved him back down. “Help!” he cried desperately. He could hear someone crying in the distance, knowing their turn was next. He could feel the cold metal of the table on his back and it sent a chill down his spine.
“Don’t worry,” said one of the masked men in a mocking tone, “everything will be alright, in fact, it will be better than alright, you will soon be improved!” He brushed back a lock of silky black hair from Boe’s face and laughed. Boe watched him with eyes clouded with pain, he was helpless. Dizziness suddenly overcame him and the sounds became distant. He was unconscious again.
Next time he awoke he was in a cell. Packed in side by side with the other children from the orphanage, they were still sleeping. The bliss of sleep. He sighed and tried to stand but stumbled, falling back to the cold cement. The room was filled with horrible stench and the only sounds to be heard were the moans and wails that the other children made in their sleep. He groaned as he pulled himself into a sitting position. His head pounded and his vision was blurred with numerous spots. Around him the four deformed creatures slept. He could barely stand to think that they were still innocent children. Some seemed more machine than human. The first thing the masked men had done to Boe was swap his lungs for an electronic set. They had told him there was something wrong with his real ones and that things would be better after the operation. Unfortunately he was naïve enough at the time to believe them. The children around him were wrapped in bloody bandages and shivering. The floor was stained with countless pools of red. Boe gritted his teeth against the pain that filled him; he could not yet tell where it was coming from though. They were kept in a perpetual night with no gage of time as if to keep them from seeing their own decrepit forms. He squinted trying to see better in the dim light provided by a single candle just outside the cell. First he looked at his arms. He shuddered, they weren’t any different than they usually were but their normal appearance bothered him greatly. Both arms were sickly pale and at the elbow the soft flesh transitioned to metal. His forearms and hands were completely electronic, he could move them perfectly yet had no feeling in them and they scared him to see. He bit his lip nervously wondering what horrendous change they had preformed this time. Beside him Amber moaned in her sleep rolling over to reveal an array of scars on her back from failed experiments. That’s all they were to the men with the masks. Lab rats; things to experiment on and play with. They kept telling Boe that they were trying to help him but he knew that was a lie. He wanted to talk to her but thought it was best not to wake her. Amber was fifteen, she had come with him from the orphanage, been locked in the same cage. Except she hadn’t gotten the brunt of their twisted tests like Boe had. They had claimed it was a miracle and that they were saving his life, but they were wrong. They were only making him sicker by the minute with their cruel tests, how he hated them. There were only four children in the room, Boe knew the masked men would be wanting more soon. They had taken Boe along with four others from the orphanage many years before. The youngest, a six year old girl named Sari hadn’t even made it past the first week. They insisted to Boe that they had come too late to help her though he knew it was by their own dreadful hands that she died. They were crazed. Using technology to turn children into monsters. At first they just replaced the failing parts with electronics but as their madness grew they began to take more and more from the children. Boe blinked again struggling to see in the dim light. He looked over Amber to make sure they hadn’t done anything too horrible to her. Her left wrist and hand were wrapped in bandages and through them he could see silver. “D*mn!” he screamed his voice echoing through the halls. This got the attention of the guard who was standing two rooms over. The door leading into the room with the cell was flung open and a burly man stepped out. “Shut up!” he shouted, hitting the bars with a metal bat. They shook and let out a high pitched ring which rattled through the room. Kura, the youngest of children, only ten woke up abruptly and began crying at this. Boe sunk back to the corner of the cell knowing there was nothing he could do. He crawled over to her and took her hand gently in his but she shrieked at the sight of him and tried to back away. “Shh,” he whispered, “It’s just me, Boe.” He attempted to smile if only for her sake. She stared at him briefly then cuddled closer to him for protection. The guard laughed loudly.
“You think he’s going to save you?” he chuckled, “I’d like to see that!” His large belly bounced as he laughed. “Kid, he’s too weak to take care of himself, what makes you think he’ll want to help you?” he burst out into rude laughter so loud it nearly shook the building. Kura squeezed Boe’s hand even though she knew he couldn’t feel it.
“Don’t worry,” she whispered faintly, “I trust you.” With that she fell back into a feverish sleep in his arms.
Then the two people he hated most entered. Dr. Luis with his never taunting grin that never ceased to exist and Dr. Smith with her sharp glittering eyes that watched his every move like an eagle. He rarely saw them yet he could tell, they were the ones behind this project. The masked men were mindless drones, only working to please their leaders. He had also noticed something strange though, they always seemed a bit uneasy when around the children. Almost as if they were both frightened and amazed by their creations. He realized he was on his knees and struggled to stand when they approached. He must not show weakness before them. Dr. Smith turned to the surly guard.
“We can handle it from here,” she instructed shooing him out of the room. He looked back as if to protest but then decided against it. Dr. Luis took one look at Boe and laughed.
“Well, well, well, Little Child, look how you’ve grown! Yet you’re still so thin. Is everything to your liking?” he chuckled, his green eyes now cold and full of malice.
“You know it isn’t!” Boe spat through the bars, his eyes reflecting just as much hatred in return. He reached his arm through the bars and tried to get to Dr. Luis but he was standing too far away. Boe fell back, panting and defeated.
“Now, now, you wouldn’t want to get all scratched up, would you now?” he asked in a calm voice.
“Go to h*ll!” Boe yelled in response. Tears began streaming down his face and he almost wiped them off but thought against it. That would be bad. If he had it probably would have short circuited his arms and then he would have to go in for surgery again. He shuddered at the thought.
“Naughty, naughty,” Dr. Smith commented, “You wouldn’t want to be punished now, would you?” she snapped losing her temper. Punishment, no. That was worst of all. They would simply put him in a dark room alone and give him small operations every day, slowly turning more and more of him to metal. Boe’s eyes went wide at the thought and he was silent. He thought they would be happy but instead Dr. Luis let out a gasp.
“Shut up!” he shouted though he was not looking in Boe’s direction. Boe stepped back confused. Dr. Smith looked concerned and took Dr. Luis’s hand. She carefully led him out of the room but not without giving Boe one last nasty glare. Once again he was alone except for the three battered children who lay with him, all their courage gone, slowly drained out through the years. But he would not lose hope. As the pain faded to a bearable degree he could see better and localize the source of the pain. He finally noticed a large blood soaked bandage around his stomach. Suddenly he had an idea. He had to get it perfect or his chances of escape would be crushed for quite a while. Cringing, he unwrapped the bandage. At first it stuck but finally he had removed it completely. He wanted to do this before anyone woke, he had to hurry, Amber was already stirring. He looked at the small candle that lay just out of his reach. Slowly he slid the cloth through the bars, inching it toward the candle. Finally it reached it destination. Hot wax began to drip onto it, but that was not enough to start a flame. Very carefully he waved the cloth just slightly so its corner brushed the flame, and like a miracle it lit up bright with yellow flames. Boe laughed for the first time in many months but unfortunately he had to stop because it hurt his abdomen too much. The cloth caught quickly and in an instant Boe grabbed it and threw it as hard as he could toward the wooden table in the middle of the room. It barely reached its destination, but at least it did. The flame was not at all what he had hoped it would be, it did not engulf the table as it should have but simply started to smolder slowly on the table edge. He screamed in agony. Then he noticed something. The smell of smoke was filling his nostrils and the room, he hoped it would be enough to get the guard’s attention. Amber opened her eyes.
“Boe?” she muttered weakly. “What’s going on?”
“No time to explain,” he replied a grin on his dirty face. Suddenly the guard burst into the room coughing.
“What the?” he exclaimed confused. Boe began to cry, deliberately this time though.
“Help!” he called out. “The candle lit the bandage and it just spread!” he sobbed hoping the guard was not intelligent enough to figure out what had actually happened. The other children all awoke now, terrified by the smoke. The baffled guard stood dumbstruck. “Please!” Boe begged, “Help us! Dr. Luis would certainly take your job if you left his test subjects to die!” Apparently this had not yet occurred to the guard since suddenly he became frantic and reached into his pocket. He pulled out an old and rusted key and quickly fumbled to get it into the lock. Finally the door swung open. Most of the children were too stunned to move, though Allie stood up and Boe pulled the key ring out of the lock and darted out the second it was open. Kura and Teiren just sat there, eyes wide with confusion and pain. Slowly Teiren stood up and walked over to the guard. Kura tried to stand but collapsed under her own weight. Boe looked back, just for a second and had a pang of guilt. He had only planned his own escape. In that instant he saw with relief the guard’s eyes were misted with smoke and he could not see but he also saw Kura. She was sitting in the corner shivering. He knew what he had done was wrong and that the other children would be severely punished for it. Still, he kept on running. Well, at least what could count as a run for him, it was more of a limp. Every step pained him greatly yet he continued. Finally he reached the metal door at the end of the hallway. He could barely see through the smoke and fumbled with the keys a couple times before actually getting the door open. He didn’t close it behind him for fear that the guard would hear and become suspicious. Suddenly, he found what he had been looking for. Near the ceiling in the cramped cement room there was a single window. To him it was freedom. He took a running starting and jumped, just barely clinging to the window sill. Slowly and very painfully he pulled himself up. He could hear footsteps approaching and frantically lifted open the old window with a creak. It was small enough that most children could not have fit through it but Boe was thin enough by far to squeeze through the gap. He fell onto soft snow. Snow. He hadn’t seen it for years. Suddenly it all came back to him. The days he had spent at the orphanage having snow ball fights with Amber. He began to cry again, for real this time. All the faults with his plan flooded to him at once. After being locked up for so long he had not factored in anything about whether. It had been an impulsive decision; not something he had taken time to think through, now he wished he had. He thought of trying to get back in but the window was too high to reach from the ground and he was sure an array of horrible punishments would be waiting for him. Instead he tried to keep running on toward the forest that lay in the distance. He kept tripping and could barely walk through the uneven snow. What scared him most was how it was piling up on the electronic parts and melting. He was already starting to lose control. His left ankle was the first to give out. He almost gave up then. He had no idea where he was trying to go from there and what he would do once he got there. He was just focused on the crazed goal of escape. He didn’t even know what he was escaping from exactly. Sure he was free from the cell but now his life was in even greater peril. He heard shouts and knew the guard had figured out what happened. Finally on trembling legs he collapsed into the snow. He could go no further. His breathing was erratic. What had his plan been anyway? Nothing but a crazed feverish whim. His tears streamed off his face and disappeared into the snow. Only one of his arms still worked. With it he grabbed the keys and threw them as far away as he could. If he was giving up at least he’d give the guard a bit of trouble later on. This wasn’t much consolation to him though. The scar on his stomach had ripped open and the snow around him began to turn red with his blood. He looked up to see what had been his prison for so many years. It was simply an old factory. Half the windows were already smashed. No more smoke drifted out from the window, presumably the fire had been set out. Now he could no longer move any of his electronic joints, they had all shorted out from the snow. He should have tried to run, he should have come up with a real plan instead of just following his own stupidity. He gasped in air and shivered as the snow numbed his body. At first it hurt horribly but then he realized there was an upside to this, it dulled all his other pains with time. Soon he could hardly feel anything. His eyelids became heavy with snow and he had to blink it away. A thick layer of snow began to cover him and he knew there would be no returning to the life he knew. For once he was scared. He looked to see the large metal door to the factory swing open and Dr. Luis running toward him. Boe let out a dry laugh as everything faded to black.

[morris.]

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He was a prince, she was a maid.
No one would have guessed they were in love.
Deep in the ball room, everyone was gone, the
room was clear, and the only source of light was the full moon.
The two dance, and danced.
They twirled, they dipped.
But at midnight, the prince drew her close.
She began to speak.

"They'd never allow it."

Their foreheads pressed.

"I love you,"

The Prince whispered before kissing her.
Little did the couple know they were being watched.

"How dare you!"

The wife to be of the prince snarled at the maid.

"Guards! Cease her!"

The fiancee pointed at the maid.
Anger filled the eyes of the woman the prince
were to marry.

"Run!"

The prince urged the maid to run.
Up they ran, up the spiral staircase,
only to stop at the boucany. There was no where else to run.
The Maid now shed tears of fear.

"Don't cry,"

There the Prince wiped her tears away.

"Nothing will ever make me stop loving you."

The two kissed once more,
not letting go of each other at all.
The guards found the maid & the prince,
and shot the maid in the back with a single wooden arrow.


The two died in each other's arms.

[unicorn]

Continue this. Bl [Translation: AMG I LOVE IT SO MUCH BUT I CAN'T THINK OF AN ORIGINAL COMMENT AND CHYEAAH.]

[wifi]

 

Sev ------ Lily

"For him?" shouted Snape. "Expecto Patronum!"
From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
"After all this time?"
"Always," said Snape.

"J.K. Rowling wrote a better love story in one chapter
than Stephanie Meyer did in four books."

I couldn't resist. <3

[G.L'S]

Pins and Needles

Once a night the bedroom light
Bleeds out from inside my window
Eyes white, I keep out of sight
This city's just not pretty like it used to be

It's always a nightmare, it's never a dream
A promise we made to kill the days between
They live in the heartbeat and sleep til the light is gone

It's been so long
Feels like pins and needles in my heart
So long
I can feel it tearing me apart

To the bed the left unsaid
Crawl in from outside my window
Hands red and cold as the dead
A pity they're not pretty like they used to be

It's always a nightmare, it's never a dream
A promise we made to kill the days between
They live in the heartbeat and sleep til the light is gone

It's been so long
Feels like pins and needles in my heart
So long
I can feel it tearing me apart

It's never a whisper, it's always a scream
A promise we made to kill the time between
They live in the heartbeat and sleep til the light is gone

It's been so long
Feels like pins and needles in my heart
So long
I can feel it tearing me apart

~ The Birthday Massacre

[.:scales:.]

"Dude." Said Roxanne

"What?" David asked.

"Why are you wearing a polyester tux and a super flimsy scarf when its 41 degrees outside?"

"Uh... Your dumb."

"How am I dumb when you're the one who walked into a pole and laughed so hard that you fell flat on your butt."

"Uh.....that's not dumb that's stupid."

"And the difference is???"

"Dumb is the inability to speak, stupid is stupid."

"Then why did you call me dumb when I'm talking right now?"

"Uh...cuz you're dumb, now go back inside!"

"Fine, but you dont get any hot cocoa for calling me dumb."

"Fine, but you don't get to make snow angels with me either!"

"Dude, first of all it's my yard, and second of all there's no snow. Now who's dumb?"

"Oh!!! YOU make me so mad. I'm taking my polyester tux and my flimsy scarf and going home. Happy Halloween meanie...make that dumb meanie!!!"

"Sheesh...go home then, and you still don't get any hot cocoa."

How will this horrific tale of star crossed pups end...stay tuned. Same dog time same dog channel, good night and good luck. MWAHAHAHAHAHA

[- poppeh]

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{Leaf Bug ♂} .: & :. {Trinity ♀}

don't remind me,
that somedays I'm the windshield
and other days I'm just a lucky bug
as cold iron rails
leave old mossy trails through the countryside
the crow and beanfield are my best friends
but boy I need a hug
'cause my heart stops without you
there's something about you
that makes me feel alive
if the green left the grass on the other side
I would make like a tree and leave
but if I reached for your hand,
would your eyes get wide?


He sat and drank punch as the song played. Leaf looked out the huge glass window as snow fell. He looked out onto the dance floor. Leaf fixed his shirt collar seeing a girl in an elegant dress clumisly lumber around. He snorted. The queen's daughter? Yeah, right.
But she walked right to Leaf and sat down. "Hello your Grace." Trinity grined. "Hey. Can I show you something?' Leaf nodded. The girl sang on the song now. Trinity started to sing with perfect harmony and beat.

don't remind me
that I'm a chickadee in love with the sky
but that's clearly not a lot to crow about
'cause when the stars silhouette me
I'm scared they'll forget me
and flicker out
I taste honey
but I haven't seen the hive
yeah, I didn't look
I didn't even try
but still my heart stops without you
'cause there's something about you
that makes me feel alive

Leaf's eyes widened. "I-I-"
Princess Trinity smiled. Leaf smiled back.
They both sang the last verse they could before their lips locked.

we are honey and the bee

Trinity sat on her bed rubbing her throbbing red cheek. Her mother paced around the room throwing her hands up in the air. "Trinity! He is the son of two peasents!" she finally left but in a minute her father, the King stood in front of her with a broken glass bottle in his hand. The Princess sighed. "Okay do want you want." She could picture the jagged glass stained with her own blood. But her father gently dropped the glass on the floor but it still cracked. He turned and over his shoulder he said, "You can kill him." "Well you'll have to find yourself a new Princess." she muttered. Trinity's body fell to the floor.
Leaf could sense something was wrong. He sunk into the palace and managed to get in Trinity's room. He tried to get the bottle out of her grasp. When he did he squeezed Trinity's hand. " 1...2...3." Blood poured from Trinity's mouth. She coughed, "Leaf don't you have a better life." "Yeah, right." he scoffed. "But Trinity, we are the honey and the bee! And this bee can't live without his honey." Soon enough Leaf's body fell next to Trinity's. But their grasp was not broken.
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