Hello, viewers, Traveler here to tell you that this will be the last story of 2016, crazy, huh? I hope you like this story, my viewers as I will be working on this hard as I could. So, Merry Christmas, Hanukkah, Good Tidings, Happy Christmas, and so on. Bye- Traveler.

Hello, my name is Metrostripe. I presume you saw my brief biography. A warrior of the Sierra Travelers Clan, a black sheep of the family I used to have. My looks were one reason, but the other reasons were more complicated. I had a father, stepmother, a uncle, and a stepbrother. My mother left me and my father when I was a toddler, saying that she wasn't to be a mother, forever stuck in a house.

Then there was my uncle, a abuser of dogs, especially pitbulls. My stepmother and stepbrother was part of a gang, the leader being my grandfather. The gang invested in pit dogfights and scrapping cars for usable parts. I saw so many bad things, yet I kept going. When the gang was gone, I was careful and relieved as I could feed the dogs, heal their cuts, and check their health. I hate seeing them losing faith and hope, knowing they had to fight for the top spot, and rarely, lose their lives as well. I secretly told the cops to find various spots where the family could fight dogs, knowing that every dog won't have to suffer anymore, only relieved when it comes to rehabilitation or being put down.

When they found out that I was the mole, they, of course, did the very possible. They abused, cut, whipped, broke me. Then I was saved. At the time, Sunrise and the clan was barely starting out, but they fought the family, and the gang fiercely as I was losing consciousness and blood. I was gratefully sincere for them. I ended up with scars, the mental bruises, and the emotional affiliations of pain and loss, for I knew I lost the battle, but the war still remains, for I knew I have a debt to save all the possible dogs I could find, since the dogs were the only thing that got me through all the chaos and dangers of my past life.

I adapted to the clan life, protecting the clan, patrolling the borders, and I helped every dog that Sunrise made friends with, and I was given my warrior name after a battle and a movie I greatly admired and loved. 'Megamind' was one I had connected with. He never hurt anyone, for he cared, no matter if he was the villain. I felt his wants for affection, love, acceptance, and hope. I happily respected Minion for he was the sole person that helped Megamind along, until Roxanne came, making him a better person, who wanted to fix his mistakes, and wanted redemption for the crimes he made. I hated Hal, for he reminded me of my father and uncle all in one, and I was elated when he was beat by Megamind, who finally found his destiny, his path, and his hopes.

It was five months after Pearlfur left for 'Wreck It Ralph', and it was a crispy, semi-cool day in the middle of October. I was wearing a soft blue sweatshirt over a black t-shirt with a silver thunderbolt, and skinny dark blue jeans, and sharp brown boots. My short black/single blond streaked hair is windblown, with my brown/green eyes glancing around at the changing landscape, the beautiful leaves changing color, and hearing crunching sounds from fallen leaves under my boots. My totem radio necklace is a silver ball band, holding up a blue/black thunderbolt, and the Hudson car in mini size, and then finally, a Pitbull statue totem, sitting with gleaming hazel eyes.

I entered Upworld House, using the elevator to head down to HQ, seeing the last warriors either playing a game or mock-battling, with Sunrise nowhere in sight. I presumed that she was in the library like usual these days. I waved my hand as greetings, as I walked ahead, passing the library to the hallway of doors. I briefly saw Sunrise drawing out a book. My room number is 46. Everything I owned has been sold or given away to homeless people on the streets, only leaving the bare walls and the bathroom.

I entered in, the floor a polished pine brown, the walls painted in murals, and the bathroom, having white speckled floors with mint blue walls, a deep sink, and a Jacuzzi tub. The murals on each wall was decorated by me. The east wall contained all the characters, in major and minor detail. The north wall had the dogs I particularly cared for, with names and all to honor their memory. The west wall specifically had Megamind's Lair and inventions, including the Brainbots and the Spider-bot.

Hidden in a floorboard, I pulled out my secret hoard which was a bundle of my papers which was the stolen will of my grandfather, and my permission papers for Sunrise to have and use. The will had Grandfather's attained townhouse, which I knew that the place had hidden alcoves of money and bank notes. I changed the predecessor's name which was my stepbrother, to mine, knowing he could continue the abuse to the dogs, and illegally keep the dogfights, but with the name changed to mine, and with my signature there as well. I had a plan which was my permission papers. I am going to give the townhouse to Sunrise, knowing she will do great and good things in there, plus the fact that she will return the money back.

I left the room, heading over to the library, where Sunrise was closing the door, and smiling when she saw me. I started the important conversation with her as we slowly walked back to the portal room which had the last warriors waiting. Sunrise nodded, understanding so well, and saying that she will do it in my honor and memory as she accepted the permission papers and the will. One of the warriors turned the portal on, the rainbow colors showing up, and gleaming bright. Sunrise nodded and tilted her head to say 'You can go now.'. I smiled, and bowed my head in respect and happiness to each warrior in tiding goodbye.

I entered in, the tunnel dark, then becoming light as I faintly heard a familiar bark that I missed for so long. Suddenly, I was bowled over, paws resting on my chest, as I grunted slightly, a tongue licking and tickling me, its heavy breathing, and its wet nose touching my nose. I was smiling widely as I stared up at my very first dog that I cared for, the one who started me on the path of saving the dogs from their deaths in the fights.

It was a handsome yet scarred Danebull (Great Dane x Pitbull). He had hazel brown eyes, his pelt is steel gray with black and white spots, and a great heart. He had a awful name which he despised, but the name I gave him, he loved it. I called him,

"Frankie!". Frankie woofed lowly in a greeting. "It's great to see you, boy! Come on, let me get up, buddy.". Frankie stepped back as I got up, sitting upon my rump, as I stoked his ears softly which he loved to be rubbed at. He passed away at barely 6 in a deadly fight, losing to a pitbull/wolfdog. I was devastated for he was my best friend, listening so well when I cared for him, talking and feeding him.

"What are you doing here, Frankie?". I asked out loud in confusion. "He wanted to see you, Metrostripe.". a familiar Portia spoke as she smiled at me, walking as she petted Frankie's back.

"What do you mean, he wanted to see me?". I asked curiously. Frankie barked, and Portia nodded, "He missed you so much that he asked Heaven to send him back to help you in your chosen world.".

I widened my eyes as I gaped, seeing the realizations of the comments, and I smiled, "I would be delighted to have a old friend like you, Frankie!". Frankie seemed to smile at that, and Portia smirked, "You two boys stay out of trouble. Frankie, be sure to help him best as you could.". Frankie woofed lightly as he seemed to nod. Portia disappeared out of the air, and I looked ahead to see the end of the tunnel, the pictures switching between Metrocity and the couple of Megamind and Roxanne.

"Shall we, Frankie?!". I asked playfully. Frankie didn't reply, only touched my side with his nose, and darting away, doing the play bow. I narrowed my eyes and smirked, "Wait until I get you, buddy!". I laughed as I chased him, running toward the pictures, with Frankie leaping first, and then I leapt after him, the darkness surrounding me as I heard a excited bark, and I blacked out.