(A/N) Hey there, folks. This is my very first story posted on
fanfiction.net. It is based on the GBA game Hamtaro: Ham Ham Hearbreak. I
suggest you would have at least played or beat the game before you read
this. Please, no flaming. Constructive criticism is very welcome. I would
like to know what I can improve in, and what my strong points are. The
pairing in this story is Spat/Harmony. Most of it will be from Spat's view
(though the fic itself in not first person). If you don't like the couple,
then don't flame me. I am not forcing you to read this, you know.
I really don't have planned where I want the story to go. I am making most of it up as I go. The story could turn out to be very short, or fairly long. Hope that's ok.
So, I hope you enjoy it. I sure had fun writing what I have down so far. The more you review, the more I am encouraged to keep the story going. Have fun!
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Dark clouds formed over Sunny Peak as the air temperature dropped to a much cooler degree. The wind picked up and blew through the meadows, causing the grass and trees to sway and dance. Hamsters scurried about in a rush to get home before the storm hits. That is, all but one. Sitting on a tree stump, oblivious to anything going on around him, was Spat.
He was deep in thought about his recent defeat. Oh, how much he hated that Hamtaro! And Bijou too! Constantly blowing all his plans, and even running him out of his hideout. The place was so full of reporters it was sickening. He had overhead several other hamsters talking about how some wealthy guy hamster may turn it into a fancy hotel.
He still wore that silly costume too. The one Harmony wore just was too sickening and loveydovey for him.
Spat sighed to himself and continued to think, totally unaware of the constantly darkening clouds forming above him. He was not always the mean, cold hearted hamster he is today. He actually used to crave the one thing he hated most. Love.
It was everyone else's fault, or so he thought. He was not the one who had a problem with them- it was they who had a problem with him!
It seemed he was rejected everywhere he went. His family and 'friends' rejected him.....everyone did!
He was born of two wild hamsters that made there home in a large junkyard. His parents were neglectful and abusive to him. From day one, they seemed to hate him and not care what happened to him. His mom calls him an "accident on legs". When she found out she was pregnant with him, she thought her world was over. When he was born, she was even more unhappy. It was one thing to be pregnant by 'accident', but having a not-so-cute baby was another. Spat did not have the dark, innocent, sparkling eyes most little baby hams did. His eyes were small and beady. She scowled with disgust over him. His dad was ashamed to say that Spat was his son, and stated that he was not the father and that his mom was cheating on him in their relationship, if you could call it that. His parents were not even technically married. His mom just invited his dad to come "sleep over" once in a while. Like they were ashamed he was their son, he was ashamed they were his parents.
His mother often neglected feeding him. And his dad beat him a lot. He would often take out his anger on him. No matter how much Spat screamed and cried, his dad would just hit harder and harder. When he asked for hugs, kisses, or affection, he was pushed away or hit. They made him their little slave. As they lay around all day, he did all the chores and food gathering.
His parents did not even give him a real name, often calling him "boy" and "you". His name, Spat, came from a nickname his 'friends' gave him. He did not know how it came about.
As Spat reached his early adolescent years, he started to like girl hams. He had his eye on a particular one who was called Sophie. She came from a very decent home. Her owner was a very rich girl. Sophie always got the most expensive cages, ham food, and ham toys on the market. She was always clean and smelled so nice. She had such soft, silky pink fur that seemed to sparkle in the sun. Spat felt so inferior to her. He was from the slums while she lived the life of luxery. Each day he would try to impress her by picking her the most beautiful flowers he could find to make her a bouquet. He even saved up his sunflower seeds to buy her gifts. Though she was a little on the snobby side, he still liked her just the same.
One day, his dream came true. The teen hams of the area were having their own prom, and Sophie asked Spat to go with her. Of course, he was excited and said yes. Little did he know it was all a dirty trick. Spat ran home and dug through the junkyard to find something to wear. He found a black spiffy looking but worn top hat and a black bowtie to go around his neck. When the time of the prom came, he went wearing the items he found as well as carrying a large bouque for Sophie.
Upon his arrival to the dance, he made a horrible discovery. Sophie was with another male ham. She looked across the room at him.
"Oh," she said with a smirk. "I see you came. Did you really think I would go to the prom with someone like you? Haha, I don't think so. Look at you! You come from the trash, literally. And, you are clumsy and all out ugly!" And with that, everyone in the whole prom started laughing at him. Spat did not know what to do. He ran home and cried himself to sleep that night.
Spat had enough of all the mistreatings. As soon as he was old enough to fend for himself and leave his home, a year later, he got out. From then on he tried preventing everyone from having the one thing he wanted in his life. Love.
A raindrop hit the unsuspecting Spat on the head. He looked up into the sky. "Stupid rain, pfffftt! Better go find shelter." he muttered to himself. He currently had no home, so he often had to sleep in caves or in tall grass. He did not dare go back with his parents. He hated them. He only visited them once a year, and each year it was the same thing- they constantly put him down and harassed him.
The rain started coming down faster and faster, and Spat was having no luck finding any place to stay. " Better hurry before I get sick......" Spat whispered to himself. After aimlessly wondering around, the rain was practically coming down liked a waterfall. Poor Spat was shivering to death. He walked around in the cold rain, unil he come to a cave at the top of a hill.
He lay his shivering, wet body on the cool cave floor. "Ugh, don't......feel....so...good.........pffftt....." he grimaced, and then passed out on the cave floor. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------
Well, what did you think of the first chapter? I know it may not be good. Please note that I made up the whole background of Spat's life, and this is not confirmed news anywhere. Just thought I would tell you that. I will try to keep the characters with their personality the best I can and will try not to be OOC. Please review! Thanks!
I really don't have planned where I want the story to go. I am making most of it up as I go. The story could turn out to be very short, or fairly long. Hope that's ok.
So, I hope you enjoy it. I sure had fun writing what I have down so far. The more you review, the more I am encouraged to keep the story going. Have fun!
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Dark clouds formed over Sunny Peak as the air temperature dropped to a much cooler degree. The wind picked up and blew through the meadows, causing the grass and trees to sway and dance. Hamsters scurried about in a rush to get home before the storm hits. That is, all but one. Sitting on a tree stump, oblivious to anything going on around him, was Spat.
He was deep in thought about his recent defeat. Oh, how much he hated that Hamtaro! And Bijou too! Constantly blowing all his plans, and even running him out of his hideout. The place was so full of reporters it was sickening. He had overhead several other hamsters talking about how some wealthy guy hamster may turn it into a fancy hotel.
He still wore that silly costume too. The one Harmony wore just was too sickening and loveydovey for him.
Spat sighed to himself and continued to think, totally unaware of the constantly darkening clouds forming above him. He was not always the mean, cold hearted hamster he is today. He actually used to crave the one thing he hated most. Love.
It was everyone else's fault, or so he thought. He was not the one who had a problem with them- it was they who had a problem with him!
It seemed he was rejected everywhere he went. His family and 'friends' rejected him.....everyone did!
He was born of two wild hamsters that made there home in a large junkyard. His parents were neglectful and abusive to him. From day one, they seemed to hate him and not care what happened to him. His mom calls him an "accident on legs". When she found out she was pregnant with him, she thought her world was over. When he was born, she was even more unhappy. It was one thing to be pregnant by 'accident', but having a not-so-cute baby was another. Spat did not have the dark, innocent, sparkling eyes most little baby hams did. His eyes were small and beady. She scowled with disgust over him. His dad was ashamed to say that Spat was his son, and stated that he was not the father and that his mom was cheating on him in their relationship, if you could call it that. His parents were not even technically married. His mom just invited his dad to come "sleep over" once in a while. Like they were ashamed he was their son, he was ashamed they were his parents.
His mother often neglected feeding him. And his dad beat him a lot. He would often take out his anger on him. No matter how much Spat screamed and cried, his dad would just hit harder and harder. When he asked for hugs, kisses, or affection, he was pushed away or hit. They made him their little slave. As they lay around all day, he did all the chores and food gathering.
His parents did not even give him a real name, often calling him "boy" and "you". His name, Spat, came from a nickname his 'friends' gave him. He did not know how it came about.
As Spat reached his early adolescent years, he started to like girl hams. He had his eye on a particular one who was called Sophie. She came from a very decent home. Her owner was a very rich girl. Sophie always got the most expensive cages, ham food, and ham toys on the market. She was always clean and smelled so nice. She had such soft, silky pink fur that seemed to sparkle in the sun. Spat felt so inferior to her. He was from the slums while she lived the life of luxery. Each day he would try to impress her by picking her the most beautiful flowers he could find to make her a bouquet. He even saved up his sunflower seeds to buy her gifts. Though she was a little on the snobby side, he still liked her just the same.
One day, his dream came true. The teen hams of the area were having their own prom, and Sophie asked Spat to go with her. Of course, he was excited and said yes. Little did he know it was all a dirty trick. Spat ran home and dug through the junkyard to find something to wear. He found a black spiffy looking but worn top hat and a black bowtie to go around his neck. When the time of the prom came, he went wearing the items he found as well as carrying a large bouque for Sophie.
Upon his arrival to the dance, he made a horrible discovery. Sophie was with another male ham. She looked across the room at him.
"Oh," she said with a smirk. "I see you came. Did you really think I would go to the prom with someone like you? Haha, I don't think so. Look at you! You come from the trash, literally. And, you are clumsy and all out ugly!" And with that, everyone in the whole prom started laughing at him. Spat did not know what to do. He ran home and cried himself to sleep that night.
Spat had enough of all the mistreatings. As soon as he was old enough to fend for himself and leave his home, a year later, he got out. From then on he tried preventing everyone from having the one thing he wanted in his life. Love.
A raindrop hit the unsuspecting Spat on the head. He looked up into the sky. "Stupid rain, pfffftt! Better go find shelter." he muttered to himself. He currently had no home, so he often had to sleep in caves or in tall grass. He did not dare go back with his parents. He hated them. He only visited them once a year, and each year it was the same thing- they constantly put him down and harassed him.
The rain started coming down faster and faster, and Spat was having no luck finding any place to stay. " Better hurry before I get sick......" Spat whispered to himself. After aimlessly wondering around, the rain was practically coming down liked a waterfall. Poor Spat was shivering to death. He walked around in the cold rain, unil he come to a cave at the top of a hill.
He lay his shivering, wet body on the cool cave floor. "Ugh, don't......feel....so...good.........pffftt....." he grimaced, and then passed out on the cave floor. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------
Well, what did you think of the first chapter? I know it may not be good. Please note that I made up the whole background of Spat's life, and this is not confirmed news anywhere. Just thought I would tell you that. I will try to keep the characters with their personality the best I can and will try not to be OOC. Please review! Thanks!