After two more hours of walking and glancing at the map for directions, the unmistakable aroma of fast food cut into the air. Angie had only tried fast food once, and that was on the day the fast food chain SupraBurger decided to source its lettuce, tomatoes, and onions for their burgers from her family’s farm. She and her parents went to the branch inside a mall in Down Town City, and the agreements were made there. Samuel, her father, ordered some tofu burgers from there for her and her mother. Those burgers were good, but at some point, she heard that the restaurant sold two kinds of burgers: regular burgers and tofu burgers. She never figured out how the former differed from the latter.
At Fast Food Forum, Angie saw things she had never seen before: a red container with long yellow sticks sticking out of it, glasses filled with brown or orange liquid and ice, fluffy-looking white bits inside a white-and-red striped bucket, and round sprinkle-topped pastries with a hole in the middle. The only things she recognized were crimson cherries and a sandwich, which was actually a fake sandwich model on a food truck.
A dachshund with clear blue eyes and a bright orange uniform stepped up to Angie.
“Well, hello there! Welcome to Fast Food Forum, a walkway commemorating the sheer convenience and tastiness of fast foods! I’m Weinerman, but you can call me Weenie.
“Heh, I don’t know what any of these foods are!” Angie remarked. “The only fast food I’ve ever eaten was tofu burgers!”
“Tofu burgers?” Weenie raised an eyebrow. “What kind of fast food chain did you go to? Burgers are usually made of beef.”
“Those were from SupraBurger. Also, what’s beef?”
“Beef is meat from cows.”
“Wait, what? Does this involve… um… KILLING the cow?” Angie asked nervously.
“It used to, but now, there’s technology where we take some cells from a cow, then grow it in a lab to create burger patties. We don’t kill for meat anymore.”
“Phew.” Angie sighed in relief. “Well, Weenie, I’ve got a job to do. These walls have pets in them, and breaking them will release the pets. The walls also keep new pets from coming. That’s why this place looks so underpopulated.”
“Happy wall-breakings, Angie!” Weenie hollered as he walked down the walkway.
Over the course of eleven days, Angie tried new fast foods during her mealtimes. She got to know about donuts, popcorn, soda, and French fries. They were good, but she knew of things that tasted better.
Continuing on the walkway, Angie smelled the unmistakable scent of cake. She was now in Cake Coliseum, a cake-shaped bridge suspended over a lake of grape soda. An axolotl with a candy on her head surfaced and put her hands on the bridge near Angie.
“Ah, welcome to Cake Coliseum! I’m Farah, nice to meet you!”
“Hello there. You can call me Angie. I’m here to break the walls.”
“Hm, walls block bad things, but they can block good things as well, don’t you think? Good things like pets, who used to come here in droves. Cake is the stuff of birthdays, but what’s a birthday without pets? Sounds boring, doesn’t it?”
“Well, I guess you get the idea of what I mean.”
“Well, this place may be called Cake Coliseum, but we’re not all cake. We’ve got other sweets like chocolate, soda, lollipops, ice cream, gingerbread houses, and, uh… cake pops.”
“Erm, okay then! Don’t wanna waste too much time talking!” Angie said in a hurry. “Gotta break these walls!”
12 days later, Angie saw some wooden stairs indicating the end of Cake Coliseum. Upon going down those stairs, Angie saw an old-fashioned pantry that looked like it came straight from a wooden ship. It looked like a bar, but the shelves were filled with jars of pickles instead of alcoholic ingredients.
“Howdy there!” A frog jumped over to Angie. “I’m Pepe. Pepe the frog. Want some pickles?”
“Hm, pickles were used as a ration food in my house, not a delicacy. My family and I only ate pickles in the winter and packed it in our emergency kits, because they lasted long. Should’ve considered making pickles part of my rations when I started this journey.” Angie recalled.
“Well, if you want to buy some pickles from my Pickle Pantry, they’re pretty expensive. Buuuut, if you break these awkward walls, I’ll let you have five jars of pickles for free! Your choice.”
“Alright.”
“How smug are you? You seem pretty unfazed by this challenge.”
“Breaking walls is my quest anyways.” Angie shrugged. “I’ll do it.”
17 days later, Pepe allowed Angie to choose 5 jars of pickles or gherkins. Angie chose a jar of 5-month old gherkins, a jar of 3-week old pickled peaches, a can of 3-day old pickled strawberries, a bottle of pickled carrots aged for 5 weeks, and a jar of pickled mangoes aged for 2 and a half months.
Noodle Neighborhood was next. Behind a round food display with a long conveyor table lining it, an otter shaped rice into a rounded triangle, wrapped it in seaweed, placed it on a plate, and placed the plate on a conveyor belt. Upon noticing Angie, he immediately rushed over to her.
“Konnichiwa! Sorry I didn’t notice you. Please call me Nobu-san. Noodle Neighborhood is for foods from my culture.” He said in a halting, Asian accent.
“Erm, hello. I’m Angie, and I need to break some walls.”
“Ah, I would be in deep gratitude if you did, because this place’s been empty for a long time. During the good old days, Emperor Tatsuya of the Valley of Wonder himself would come in with his wife and his daughter to introduce them to the foods of his culture!”
“I’m kind of interested in that… rice thing you were making. What’s it called?” Angie asked.
“It’s called an onigiri. Do you want me to make you one?” Nobu-san replied, happy that he could introduce food of his culture to someone new.
“What’s the black stripe on it?”
“Ah, it’s a kind of seaweed we call nori.”
“So this “onigiri” here is just rice and seaweed?”
“Sometimes, we also fill it with pickled plums, cod roe, salmon, tuna…”
“Tuna?” Angie interrupted. “Alright, I’m taking a tuna onigiri.”
Nobu-san then happily made Angie a tuna onigiri, and upon eating it, she found it delicious.
“Ah, I can tell from the way you eat that you liked it.” Nobu-san remarked as Angie ate it.
“Yeah, I did.”
“Onigiri is nothing compared to the other things my culture is known for cooking! Since you’ll be staying for a while, you have the time to try them all!”
14 days later, Angie smelled the unmistakable aroma of different spices mixed together. Upon stepping outside, she found a tent-lined street and baskets after baskets of spices. A fennec fox with a red headscarf came over to Angie.
“Ah, good morning! Welcome to Spicy Space, home of spices from all over the Pet World. Paprika, cinnamon, cumin, star anise, saffron, you name it, we have it!”
“All right then.” Angie said. “I’ll have some cinnamon.” She decided on this because she knew that cinnamon was good at preserving food.
“Well, these spices are very pricey. Are you sure?”
“Erm…”
“But…!”
“But… what?” Angie asked in confusion.
“I, Talora, have a solution! Break these walls and I’ll lower the price of the cinnamon! The more time it takes to break the walls, the more the price will decrease!”
The walls were broken in 21 days, and after that, the price of the cinnamon was lowered from 99999 silver pawns to 500 silver pawns. Angie thanked Finah for the cinnamon and walked to Leafy Lane.
Leafy Lane was a farmer’s market that dealt in non-GMO crops. There were bell peppers, blueberries, tomatoes, spinach, onions, asparagus, and broccoli all sprinkled with morning dew.
“Oh, hello there!” A sheep bleated. “I’m Harvest, and welcome to Leafy Lane, the organic-only farmer’s market!”
“I’m Angie, and I’m going to break these walls!”
“Angie? Oh, that name sounds familiar. Wait! Samuel and Ashlee from Roe’s Farmland used to sell their crops here a lot. I’ve heard a lot of stuff about their child named Angie. However, all of a sudden, they stopped setting up their booth here.”
“Actually, I’m THAT Angie.”
“Oh, my stars! Really!”
“Yes. Also, the reason why my parents haven’t come back is because they got kidnapped a long time ago and I haven’t found them.”
Harvest covered her mouth with her hooves and gasped. “Oh my gosh! So that’s why they stopped coming!”
“Indeed.” Angie nodded. “If you want to help me find my parents, you can start by breaking those walls.”
“Oh, your parents were so nice.” Harvest reminisced. “They were always willing to help others and they were so approachable. I’ll help you there, Angie.”
18 days after the meeting, Harvest gave a bag of blueberries to Angie, who then anticipated the next food town to come.
*****DISCLAIMER*****
This is an unofficial fanmade story of Pet Rescue Saga. Characters and map illustrations belong to King Digital Entertainment. Infringement of any kind is not intended. This is intended to be non-profit and purely for entertainment purposes.
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Story: Created by me
Appearance of characters (Except for Angie’s parents): King Digital Entertainment
Character personalities: Created by me
Names of locations: King Digital Entertainment
Screenshots: Captured by me from the mobile version of Pet Rescue Saga
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