Mistic Pets

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Rainbows in Black & White
Written By Ryuuko

Every Misticpet in Seneca Town had only one favorite color. Nobody liked any more than that (or any less, for that matter). Nobody, when asked for their favorite color, would reply with, “blue and green” or “black and red”; the question, always in the singular, was meant to be answered as such. Therefore, everybody always limited themselves to just one favorite. Yes, some were able to combine the two into something such as “blue-green” or even “maroon,” but everybody always limited themselves to just one. Just one crayon, one marker, even one flavor of Mistikew-Aide (as everybody knows that blue is the only flavor worth drinking).
Everyone, that is, except for Chuckie.

You see, Chuckie was a very peculiar and very indecisive Cheran. He loved every color so much that he found himself unable to pick just one to be his favorite – whenever one would ask him to please make up his mind, he would simply reply, “My favorite color is rainbow. I don’t see why I have to be any more specific than that – just one color is far too boring, anyway. You have to have them all or else it’s no fun.”

Such an answer merely elicited jeers and insults from the inquiring party, and while Chuckie braced himself for the impact of the namecalling and sometimes even physical violence with a tough exterior, on the inside he was breaking. He was beginning to hate himself, to hate colors. Why couldn’t life be in black and white? Without the glorious shades and hues of the rainbow, perhaps he would have been able to make up his mind. Perhaps he wouldn’t be stuck in this situation, the veritable all-you-can-eat buffet in a town comprised of single-course meals. Oh, he had tried to choose just one color. One week it had been red, the next green, and then the next purple. But it had felt uncomfortable and wrong. He had felt that he was losing a part of himself by singling out just one crayon from his box. After all, why would the other colors exist, and so beautifully at that, if he were supposed to choose just one?

After his latest beating, suspended rather painfully from a coat hanger by his underpants, Chuckie decided that, if he couldn’t change himself to fit in with the rest of the world, he’d have to simply change the world. Or at least Seneca Town; it never hurt to start small.

With the begrudging support of his parents (and in exchange for a month of extra chores), Chuckie set off to start a revolutions. He gave soulful speeches, met with the mayor, drew up picket signs, and even began to organize a protest. To his surprise many residents signed his petition and agreed to join the protest. However, it was only until he arrived outside of town hall to be met by a barrage of rotten eggs and toilet paper did he realize that he had grossly overestimated how willing the Misticpets of Seneca Town were willing to change.

One humiliating dash home and hour-long shower later (and even after that he still reeked of eggs), Chuckie collapsed on his bed in a sobbing, shaking heap. How could he have been so stupid, to think he could change this town? He was an idiot; a different, disgusting, stupid excuse for a Cheran.

No.

Something clicked in Chuckie’s mind that stopped his tears.

No, he wasn’t the stupid one. There was nothing wrong with him. There was nothing wrong with who he was. And if the Misticpets of Seneca Town were too stupid to appreciate the beauty of all of the colors, to appreciate him, well, that was their loss. There was no use in trying to change Misticans Stubborn as a Rocky. There was no use in crying and moping about it, either. He knew that the rainbow was beautiful. He appreciated each and every shade and hue. His was not a monochromatic world, but a vidid wonderland full of every color that one could possibly imagine. Anyone who felt the need to tell him otherwise was simply trapping themselves in a corner.

Every Misticpet in Seneca Town had only one favorite color. Well, almost every Misticpet. Amidst the sea of solid, monochromatic shirts and single-color crayon boxes proudly lives a Cheran who lives in a world of every color. He struts down the street in his Technicolor jacket with his head held high despite the jeers and insults of those who pass. For even though the rest of Seneca may think that he’s stupid and wrong, it is, in fact, Chuckie who knows that just the opposite is true.

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