As Hezekiah walked through the wrecked gates of the old Six Flags park in New Orleans, he could smell the musty scent of water-damaged metal, swampy wreckage that could be seen everywhere the eye could witness. Walking into this long-abandoned property, he thought of why his leader sent him here to search for the lost children of the recently-deceased Upsilon family- the “whelps” as the rest of the Cat-Fish Society had called them. Their names were Celestia, Petal and Pystal. They were very small children who didn’t talk much and very much preferred to play with their stuffed dragons than talk to anyone… They had no interest in the great Cat-Fish Society. The Upsilons had taken them in from an adoption agency at their birth some two or three years before they went missing, and their parents loved them so- But unfortunately, when the Upsilon couple died in that storm the week before, The whelps were nowhere to be found. Perhaps they ran away here…
Hezekiah continued to tread past the starting point of the rust-scented, long deserted amusement park. Soon, the beat up coasters he had seen at a distance were closer- and something seemed strange about his surroundings. While the rides seemed extremely rusty, there were objects scattered around the park that were rather new. Particularly a bunch of plastic pony princesses, shimmering in the sunlight typical of New Orleans. He cringed, tensing up and walking around the park to observe the rest of the its damage, but before he could get very far, he was tackled to the ground. In front of him now was a raven-haired, rough-looking lady with the shape of a gibbous moon in the center of her face, staring directly into his albino irises.
“Who in the living soul of Yeepster June are you, and why are you here?” The lady screamed in Hezekiah’s face as he started to cry. He couldn’t respond back. “I said, who are you, and why are you here?” The lady yelled again, spooking Hezekiah into submission. “H-H-Hezekiah,” he stuttered, tears still sliding down his face. “Okay, and why are you here, Hezekiah?” The lady growled, pinning the already stunned Hezekiah into the damaged concrete, causing him to whine in pain. “The whelps…” he stated as he whimpered. “The Upsilon children…”
The lady unpinned him. “I don’t know no whelps,” she stated as her razor-sharp gold leaf nails glistened in the unresisting sunlight. He got up, dusting off the back of his red T-shirt, and walked off in another direction before being stopped by the lunar lady walking in front of him, continuing to stare directly at his crimson eyeballs. “But I’ll let you stay here for a night or two, I don’t really care,” she said, “So long as you get out of here within forty-eight hours.” She then let Hezekiah truly move after minutes of intense conflict.
Hezekiah spent the rest of that day searching through the park, looking for any sign of the whelps. But unfortunately for him, all the poor man could find was sparkling pony toys, covered in weird satin outfits, seemingly arranged in what was, most likely, a former straight line. By nightfall, he had become exhausted, having no other choice but to sleep on the messed up concrete, with no cushions or mattresses to keep him comfortable- Just his tired body, the T-shirt, and cargo shorts he’d worn to this abandoned amusement park. But before he could get any amount of sweet, sweet Zs, He heard cries. Familiar ones, too.
So he ran in the direction of the cries, sparkling pony princess toys increasing in number as he traveled, and soon he encountered a pile of torn-up roller coaster parts. So he lifted up the parts, which were a little heavy, but at least liftable, and there he saw exactly what he’d been searching for the entire day. The Upsilon’s three lost children, holding their stuffed dragons. The whelps.
As soon as the Whelps could see Hezekiah, they ran up to him and initiated a group hug. “Daddy?” One of them said, probably Pystal, clinging onto the cargo shorts of Hezekiah. “I’m hungry,” another one of the whelps stated as she started to tightly grasp Hezekiah’s right leg. “I’m not your dad, but I’m one of his friends,” Hezzekiah stated nervously, trying to calm the newly rescued whelps down. “I’ve come to take you back to the Cat-Fish Society.” The whelps became giddy, bouncing around next to Hezekiah’s legs. “Yay! We’re going back to mama and daddy’s friend house!” the only one who hadn’t spoken yet yelled.
So, Hezekiah scooped up the whelps with their stuffed dragons, and decided to head back the way he came into this abandoned amusement park, but not before they became distracted by the shimmering, horse-shaped pieces of plastic that surrounded them. Hezekiah tried to stop the children from getting distracted, but before he could get them to stop, the dark-haired, golden-nailed lady was back, and she did not look happy.
“What the actual Skyper Lonk are you doing with my PONY PRINCESSES?” yelled the lady as she crouched in a pose reminiscent of one you would see in a spy movie during a stealth operation scene. “And what are you doing with the kids whose noises have lulled me to SLEEP at night?” Hezekiah whimpered. “These are the whelps. I need to take them home,” he uttered while heading backward, pulling on the whelps’ hoodies to get them closer to safety. “Well, they aren’t YOUR whelps!” screamed the lady, now breathing heavily. “They aren’t even PUPPIES!” She then paused for a brief moment.

“Prepare to die, fool.”

So Hezekiah ran up the nearest rollercoaster, the whelps following him running fast away from the lady, her hazel orbs glowing with pure rage as she chased the poor, cowardly Hezekiah up and down the loops of the old Invertatron. It took ages to get up and around the loops and other inversions of the coaster, but Hezekiah and the Whelps stayed ahead of the lady by at least ten feet throughout all of this… Until they reached a wrecked part of the coaster. A dead end.
Soon, the lady had them cornered. About to fall, about to die some of the grisliest deaths people could die. Falling hundreds of feet off the hill of a rollercoaster. But before Hezekiah and the three innocent children of the Upsilons, The lady lost her footing, and she fell.
She fell hundreds of feet, screaming. “CURSE YOU, HEZEKIAH!” she screeched as she fell, eventually making it to the ground, and her sparkly doom of falling onto plastic pony princesses. Behind where she was was the great leader of the Cat-Fish Society. Hezekiah’s beloved leader. “Great job, Hezekiah,” said the leader, holding his arms crossed. He then outstretched one of his arms. “Come. I will take you and the Whelps back to the society.”
Hours after the incident, The leader stood with Hezekiah on the stage of the Cat-Fish Society’s headquarters. The whelps stood right near them, sleeping with their dragons and a few pony toys they fetched from the ground at the abandoned Six Flags. “We have finally found the Upsilon children, but to truly keep them safe, as their parents have sadly died, they need new parentage,” the leader announced as he gripped a microphone with force. “And I feel there is only one person who can do that job,” he continued, taking a deep breath before turning to Hezekiah. “Hezekiah, you are these whelps’ father now. They have shown they are more attached to you than anyone else here, so you will be the one to nurse them. Hezekiah stood there a bit shocked, but he went ahead and grabbed the mic anyway. “I am honored to be the caretaker of these children,” he stated. “I hope I can take care of them as greatly as possible.”

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