


Nonexistant

by Cookie. Monster 67



Category: Underland Chronicles
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2010-11-18
Updated: 2010-11-28
Packaged: 2014-07-03 09:33:57
Rating: K+
Chapters: 4
Words: 689
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6486557/1/
Author URL: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2581461/Cookie-Monster-67
Summary: This is a series of drabbles about all the animals in the Underland that Suzanne Collins somehow neglected to select a delegate for. Flames Accepted





	1. Chapter 1

**I do not own **_**The Underland Chronicles. **_**Suzanne Collins does. **

We helped them, we were on their side, yet they forgot about us after our part was over. Don't put too much trust in anybody; sometimes it turns out that they only chose to befriend you because you had what they need , what they can' t live without, in this case light. Sometimes, mutual need is all that binds you to something Although it is a very strong bond, in the end it is the most easily severed, unlike love. After that need runs out, you are easily disposable, just like everybody else. We where used bu the humans, like everyone else.

**A/N: I got the idea for this when I saw a fifth grader reading _Code of the Claw_ and I was thinking about who was the firefly representative they selected, and then I remembered that there wasn't one. I decided that I was going to write a series of drabbles about all the animals that the author somehow neglected to choose a delegate for. Please review, even if you think it sucks and that I should delete it.**


	2. Chapter 2

**Thanks to everyone who stuck with me and bothered to read to second drabble, as always, I am not Suzanne Collins, so I do not own the Underland Chronicles.**

We have always done what the Queen tells us to do. We are ants and everything we do is for the so called "greater good."

When the Queen told us to stop the party of Warmbloods from getting the plague cure, I could tell that many of us were unwilling to go, but we stayed quiet because objection meant death. So we all went and many of us got killed. And it was all over a false interpretation of one of the human' s prophecies. Sometimes, you can't rely on the decision of other people. Sometimes, you have to decide the greater good.

**A/N: As always, it wouldn't kill you to click on the "Review this Chapter" button, I won't whore for reviews, but it really makes my day if you do.**


	3. Chapter 3

_**Disclaimer: I do not own **_The Underland Chronicles, _**so if Ms./Mrs. Collins is reading this, she knows not to sue me. Not that Susanne Collins reads TUC and/or THG Fanfiction.**_

We may be slow, we may be peaceful, but that is no reason to ignore us. The war was between humans and rats. We snails were not involved in the war. Nowadays, it seems that the only way to gain value in the Underland is to be a warrior, solider, or leader. If you don't pick sides and help the war effort you fade away into the darkness. Like you were never there in the first place. The Underland has become such a war torn place that war is all powerful and power, not kindness means value.

**A/N: I noticed that my stories have more visitors than my profile, kind of interesting, really. To tell you the truth, I'm getting kind of sick of drabbles/oneshots, so I'll probably write a _real_ story to take a break of this one, if anyone is still reading and cares.**


	4. Chapter 4

***Sigh * I don 't own the Underland Chronicles in any shape or form. Period.**

We were like rumors, hardly anyone knew we even existed. That is, until the war came. We are not like the fliers, not as strong, or as willing. The only outside connections we had were with the crawlers. The war threatened to destroy our lifestyle, we would be slaves of the killers. After the war, we did what we know best: hold on to what we believed in and not let anyone change us, and our lives into something they are not.

**A/ N: I like all of my reviewers, minus those godforsaken " Flamers," but I think we need a bit of a clarification. A drabble has to be exactly 100 words. No more, no less. If you see that I've made a mistake, please say so in the form of a review.**


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