Night fell over the city yet again. All the pets were in their apartments, anxiously waiting for their owners to return from wherever they had gone during the day. But deep down inside each of them, they could not wait to wake up in the morning to see their friends. But for one animal, that would never happen.

"Goodnight Sweetpea," the parakeet's owner called out to his small pet before heading off to bed. Chirping and whistling a lovely tune for his owner in response, Sweetpea smiled softly. The tiny bird fluffed up his colorful feathers as he perched on his little swing, rocking himself to sleep. Yawning, he closed his green eyes.

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Sweetpea woke up to find himself in a misty clearing. A bad feeling crept over him. He quietly chirped, trying to calm his beating heart. Eyes almost popping out of his sockets, he slowly backed up, unaware of what stood behind him. The moment he bumped into what felt like a giant paw, Sweetpea knew he was in big trouble as he heard a sinister chuckle high above his head.

Then the wolf with red eyes made his move, showing no mercy. A moment later, his long claws were slick with red blood while a dead body lay before him. Smiling to himself, Scourge mumbled, "One down, nineteen more to go..."

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The next morning, both Mel and Buddy were climbing up the fire escape to the sixth floor to visit their smallest friend. The two dogs were surprised when Sweetpea hadn't come to visit them that morning so they decided to go to him. Arriving at the parakeet's apartment though, they were horrified to find Sweetpea laying on the bottom of his cage, his small head severed from his body...