Trouble
Brave - Bold - Troublesome
Pet Information
Pet Name: Trouble
Owner: Broadway
Theme / Type: Wintercursed Obsideon
Gender: Male
Mood: Mad
MisticPal Name: Mischieve
MisticPal Age: 5207 Days
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 4
Defense: 3
Speed: 1
Intellect: 3
Misticpower: 2
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 10/1254 [ View Foods ]
1. - Blue Lagoon
2. - Cheran Pomme
3. - Clockwork Pomme
4. - Jack Pommekin
5. - Nokwi Pomme
6. - Pirate Pomme
7. - Plague Pomme
8. - Pommegranite
9. - Tropical Kiwi Drink
10. - Tropical Pomme
2. - Cheran Pomme
3. - Clockwork Pomme
4. - Jack Pommekin
5. - Nokwi Pomme
6. - Pirate Pomme
7. - Plague Pomme
8. - Pommegranite
9. - Tropical Kiwi Drink
10. - Tropical Pomme
Trouble's page
He had to escape, and the only way was through the gate. Trouble looked out of a small peephole that had denigrated from stone. There were no guards at the gate. He smirked and slipped through his secret escape in the wall, a place that he found a while ago where he could move the stones out of the wall in the tiny, damp slave room. Before he put the stones back in place, Trouble took one last look at his brother. Jumurio slept on the dirty stone floor, piled with the other slaves. He wanted to take his brother with him, but Jumurio was only a pup. Trouble swore he would come back for him one day. Silently wishing his brother farewell, he put the stones back in place and stayed close to the ground. He glanced at the clock. 12:09. His time was limited. He crawled along the ground, silently inching forward. He avoided the dark castle walls that were covered in rose thorns. The Queen had ordered all the flowers to be cut off the rose vine, and only the thorns were to stay. Trouble was glad to be escaping this awful place.
Finally, he approached the gate. He glanced back at the clock. 12:11. He cursed under his breath. The gate was larger than he thought it would be. Vines intertwined with each other all across the gate. It was enchanted and could not be climbed. The only thing that would open this gate was the elixir Trouble had stolen. He tried to make out the inscription on the bottle, but it was dark and harder to read than he thought it would be. Eventually, he managed to read "pour the elixir on the hinges of the gate to open it." Just as he was about to open the bottle, he heard a howl in the distance. His blood ran cold. He looked back at the clock. 12:15. His time was up. He cursed and struggled to open the bottle, but he had shoved the cork on too tight before.
Trouble heard the howl again, much closer and louder this time. He could hear footsteps, moving quickly towards him. The guards knew he was there. Finally trouble managed to open the bottle, and just as he was about to poor it on the gates hinges, a sharp pain struck him in the back. Trouble howled in agony. He fell to the floor, and his eyes began to feel heavy. He struggled to stand up, but his energy had been taken from him. The last thing he saw before he fell completely unconscious was a large net being thrown over him.
Trouble's eyes slowly opened. Before him, he saw the Queen, sitting on her thrown. Her mane was a violent shade of purple that looked like fire burning down her head and neck. Unlike most Obsideon, her mask was not cracked and falling off in pieces. It was perfectly intact and from it glowed to ferocious red eyes that looked as though they could burn a hole right through you. Her black fur had a hint of red in it and became more of a purplish color when it traveled up her body. The Queen had a crown that was pitch black which had purple gems shaped like skulls encrusted on it. In her paws, she held a staff which held all the dark magic in the Obsideon world and would keep her looking young forever.
Trouble glared at her, his eyes full of hatred. He attempted to stand up, but was wearier than he realized, and collapsed back on the floor. The Queen stared at him, a look of disgust on her face. "Why did you bring him here?" she demanded from one of the guards. "He was trying to escape through the gate, your Highness," the guard said, too frightened to look her directly in the eye. "I wanted out of this hell-hole," Trouble said under his breath while mustering up enough energy to stand up. The Queen's eyes shot back at him. "What did you just say?!" she shrieked. He squinted his eyes at her and put on his best fake smile, "Nothing, your Highness," he hissed.
The Queen glared at him, eyes burning. But suddenly, her eyes softened in amusement. She stood up from her throne and strutted towards Trouble. She smirked. "Did you really think you could escape?" she asked, taunting him. She walked up to him, only a foot away from his face. She was shorter than him and had to look up to see him, but that obviously didn't intimidate her. "That gate is enchanted. The Devil himself wouldn't be able to get through it, let alone a worthless slave brat like you." The Queen turned around and started to walk back to her throne.
Furious, Trouble growled and jumped at her ready to attack, only to be held back by one of the guards. The Queen was unbothered by Trouble’s attempted attack.
"Your Highness," the guard said. "He had this." He handed her the elixir. She frowned. "What did I name this one again?" she asked the guard. The Queen named all the Obsideon. "Trouble," the guard said, still holding Trouble back. She smirked. "Trouble… yes, I remember you. You’re the little brat whose father tried to overthrow me and steal my throne. What a hilarious attempt!" The Queen let out a loud, shrill laugh. Trouble growled deeply, hating her. “Yes, it took me all of two seconds to completely obliterate him and any of his followers!” Trouble snarled loudly. The Queen's eyes burned with delight, feeding off of his anger. "What a fool. I should have eliminated all of his offspring immediately after such a rebellious act. I suppose there’s no time like the present however. How right I was to name you Trouble." Trouble fought the guard and broke free. He ran towards the Queen, more livid than he had ever been.
Unsurprised and unbothered, she simply took her staff and said "Freeze". Trouble was in mid-air, unable to move. He despised her with all his heart. "That's it!" the Queen said. "I'll freeze him solid, like an ice cube!" she shrieked with delight. "But properly, this time. Release!" she said, and Trouble fell to the ground. He started to run towards her, but the guards held him back. "Follow me," she ordered the guards.
The Queen led the guards and struggling Trouble outside of palace grounds into a graveyard. She grinned, thoroughly amused. She instructed the guard to hold him still where she'd freeze him. Trouble mentally planned how he was going to get out of this unharmed. He had been forced to the floor and the guard had his two front paws on his back, holding him down. He figured he could just barely reach his jaw to one of the guards paw. And he would have to take the queen's staff with him so she couldn't stop him. "Alright, let’s get on with this," the Queen said.
Just as she began chanting the curse that would freeze Trouble, he craned his neck around and bit the guards front paw as hard and fast as he could. The guard howled in pain and took his paws off of him. Just as the Queen finished saying the curse, Trouble took her staff in his mouth and ran as fast as he could back towards the palace. "Don't just stand there! Get him!" the Queen shrieked at the guards. But nothing could stop him now. Adrenaline pumped through his veins and he ran faster than he ever had before. He waved the staff behind him, unsure of what would happen, and a large brick wall formed between himself and the guards. Trouble had to get back to his old room where he had put half the elixir and this time, he'd take his brother. He knew he would never come here again.
Trouble finally reached the palace and he threw the stones that covered the secret exit from his room out of the way. Quickly, he grabbed a satchel and put in the bottle that had half the elixir in it and threw it over his shoulder. He took a long piece of rope and tied the staff to his neck and under his front leg, like a bow. Trouble yelled, "Wake up we have to go!" in Jumurio's ear and shook him fiercely until he woke up. "Trouble! I'm sleeping... Whoa! What happened to you?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You look... not like you."
"Jumurio, we don't have time for your nonsense! We have to-" Trouble caught himself in a dusty old mirror they had in the slave room. He looked completely different. His bright green mane had gone black and there were snowflakes encrusted in his fur. His white mask was a shade of light blue now and his eyes that once glowed green were now a lighter blue color. His tongue, paws, and the tip of his tail also had turned blue, and he could see his breath. But what was really odd was this black glow all around him. The Queen hadn't frozen him like an ice cube, but she managed to use a bit of her magic on him just before he took her staff.
"Trouble, what's going on?!" Jumurio began to whimper. Trouble pulled himself away from the mirror. "We're leaving. Follow me and don't make a sound, do you understand?" Jumurio looked as if he was going to protest, but he just nodded, fear in his big, green eyes. "Good. We're going to the gate and get the hell out of here." Trouble looked out of his secret exit to see if the coast was clear. He signaled for Jumurio to follow him. They stayed close to the palace walls, not too close, and headed for the gate. When they came to a corner, Trouble looked behind it. Two guards were coming their way. He cursed, shoved his brother behind a large boulder, and followed behind. The guards ran past, not noticing them. He checked around the corner again and the coast was clear.
Finally, Trouble and Jumurio reached the gate. Trouble reached in the satchel and took the bottle of elixir out. Jumurio suddenly noticed the staff strapped to his brother’s back and yelled in horror, "You stole the Queens staff?!" A howl came from the distance. Trouble froze in horror. The guards found them. Running footsteps were getting closer and he cursed again. He yanked the cork out of the bottle and poured all the elixir on the gate hinges. Nothing happened. A look of horror fell over Trouble’s face. The guards were getting closer. He kicked the gate but still, nothing happened. Jumurio howled in pain. One of the guards had shot him with a tranquilizer. Trouble yanked the dart out of his brother’s back and threw him on his back. He could feel Jumurio sink into him as he became more unconscious. He turned to face the guards, ready to fight.
Suddenly, a strange noise erupted from the gate. It was an absolutely beautiful sound. Momentarily, the guards stopped running and listened, enchanted by the beautiful sound. The gate suddenly began to rumble vigorously. It got faster and louder. The guards retreated and ran back to the palace. The gate slammed open, and a huge burst of light shot through the door, all different colors. Trouble hesitantly walked through the gate, shielding his eyes from the bright light. The light seemed to continue forever, so Trouble kept walking forward, Jumurio sleeping peacefully on his back
Trouble walked for what seemed to be ages, nothing changing around him but the color of the light. Suddenly, it was nighttime and Trouble and his brother were in the middle of a garden. There was no gate or anything behind them. It was as if they had come out of midair. The garden in which they emerged was the loveliest thing Trouble had ever seen. There were flowers of all sorts surrounding them and his aching paws were comforted by soft grass that seemed to grow forever. Draping over the sweet flowers were enormous willow trees, untrimmed and glorious. The grass seemed to grow right into a large pond that gently rippled with the cool breeze. Lilly pads dotted the water and crickets chirped from all around them. In the very center of the large and glorious garden was a small, circular building. Light shone brightly from the roof of the building, as though the ceiling was made of glass and the lights were on. Vines slowly made their way up the walls of the building. From the green vines burst magnificent purple flowers with a golden center. For some reason, none of the flowers in the garden were affected by the night. They were all opened wide and reaching toward the night sky, as if the garden were enchanted.
But, Trouble didn't have time to marvel at the beautiful garden for long. Jumurio was still unconscious. He had to treat the surprisingly large wound the dart left and try to wake up his injured brother. Not to mention that the Queen had probably restored her power by now, and was making her way through the gate at that very moment. Not hesitating to think logically, he ran fast as he could, carrying his brother, the satchel, and the staff to the circular building. He had to climb down a few steps to reach the door, and realized that the building was partially underground. For some odd reason, there was no way to open the doors. Trouble scratched ferociously at the double doors. When no one answered, he scratched again, panicking. He stopped and put his ear to the door, listening. Silently, almost too quiet to hear, soft footsteps hesitantly approached the door.
"Please open the door!" he called anxiously to the stranger. "Who is it?" replied a soft, sweet, young voice from inside.
"I need your help!" he called.
Slowly, the door on the left opened to reveal a very odd looking Obsideon that was actually quite adorable. Her eyes were large and a brilliant purple color. They shined brightly and were young and innocent. A thin layer of lavender fur draped her small, short body. How odd it was to see a creature with fur a color other than black. A warm, chestnut brown mask surrounded her brilliant eyes and covered her cheeks. Her ears were large and purple and each had three rounded spikes. Her front paws had short, sharp claws on them and the claws on her back feet were huge, about three times as big. Overpowering her small, dainty body, was a massive, purple bushy tail with a brown tip.
The creature looked shocked, as if she had never seen a creature like him before. He was confused at first, but remembered that the Queen had transformed him. The Queen... Trouble remembered that he was still just a lowly servant. But obviously, this creature, just like this world, was different from anything he had ever seen. He knew he had to be polite if he wanted her help. Attempting to make his voice as soft and calm as possible, he said "I need your help," pretending as if he weren't in a huge rush to get out of the open. "May I please come in?" Shocked by the bizarreness of the situation, the small creature just nodded and hesitantly opened the door for him. "Thank you, Miss," he said gratefully. He walked inside the building to discover what it really was: A Library. Trouble had never seen one before, just heard about them from his father. The walls were literally covered in books, from the floor to the glass ceiling. A slight shiver came from his back.
Jumurio! Directly across from the doorway was a sitting area with sofas surrounding a large fireplace. If Jumurio were conscious and well, he would have loved to see the brilliant fire that glowed beneath the mantel. Clumsily, Trouble set his brother down on one of the sofas. The small female that had let them in slowly approached the sofa, a slightly shocked look still on her face. She gazed at Jumurio who was now shivering violently. Not wanting to be rude, Trouble introduced himself. "I'm Trouble," he said and bowed majestically, just as he had to do with any Obsideon with a status above him, which was basically everyone. The creature seemed caught off-guard with the bow. "Um, excuse me?" she said. Trouble was used to shocked reactions when he announced his name. "Trouble’s my name. This is my little brother, Jumurio," he nodded his head towards his unconscious brother. “Oh, she said. “Well, I’m Lilybell,” she stated and imitated his bow.
Never in his wildest dreams had Trouble ever imagined anyone bowing to him. He failed his attempt to hide a grin. Concerned, she looked intently at Jumurio. "What's going on?" she asked, obviously upset about this whole thing. "Is he going to be okay?" Trouble looked at his brother, not really wanting to answer either question. "I'll explain everything later. Right now, I just need to help my little brother."
She looked at Jumurio, concern in her eyes. "What happened there?" she asked, indicating to his scar. "Tranquilizing dart." Suddenly, it seemed as though an idea came to her. She walked over to the carpet in front of the fireplace and picked up a book in her front paws. She plopped next to Jumurio on the couch, and searched through the book, searching for something. Confused, Trouble asked, "What are you--" but she only shushed him and kept looking through her book. Finally, she stopped at a page near the end and intently read what was on it. Not taking her eyes off the page, she asked Trouble, "Could you please hand me the tea over there?" she pointed to a cup of tea on the rug. Trouble was in shock. He had never been asked to do something before, just ordered, and he especially never heard the word please from anyone, other than the other servants. Trouble smiled at her politeness and, feeling like an equal, picked up the tea cup with his mouth and handed it to her. She looked at him with big, purple eyes. "Thank you," she said. She took a large sip and continued to read.
She returned the book to its spot on the shelf. "Wait here," she instructed, and she quickly made her way out the front door into the garden. She returned a minute or so later holding a humongous, golden flower speckled with red dots. She settled down next to Jumurio and picked all seven petals off of the flower and carefully placed them one by one on his wound. The second Lilybell put down the seventh petal, Jumurio's big, green eyes fluttered open and the wound disappeared, just like magic.
Trouble belongs to me and I will never put him UFA or in the pound. If he is lost, please safely return him to Broadway
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