This is a continuation of the Labyrinth crumbles by (that1hugboxer)
You are Moonbay a human bio-toy rescued from the Lavender Lotus during operation shattered mirror.
You’ve been doing a lot of thinking since that day and have decided to enlist as a C.O.B.R.A mercenary.
You were assigned as the 89 bravo for the Kit bashers .
You spend your days keeping tally of every round of ammunition that comes in or out of your units depo.
Your companion during all of this is A burgundy and beige fluffy named Gustav.
Because you work around literal tons of ammunition all day. You can’t carry a traditional firearm. Instead carrying an AR-6 stinger II multi shot crossbow .
Gustav is your little buddy , chill to the point that you think he might have slight mental impairment.
Unlike other fluffies who whine and complain constantly about being bored or wanting sketties. Gustav rarely talks or has any opinion on anything. He chirps to display happiness, peeps to display distress and talks when neither of those fits the situation . That’s not to say Gustav never gets frustrated or has the occasional outburst, you’ve simply learned how to calm him down quickly. Above all else even sketties or Huggies Gustav loves his stuffie orangutan toy. He calms down relatively quickly if it’s near by .
Because the kit bashers ammunition depo is relatively big ,taking about 3 or 4 minutes for a human to cross from one end to the other. You keep a red wagon with a litter box, food/water bowl and fluffy bed with you at all times. It’s low enough to the ground so Gustav can’t get trapped underneath . Whenever he needs one of those three things you simply put him in the wagon and continue your job.
One day during your shift a group of fluffies trot inside the depo.
You put down your sandwich and swallow your current bite before speaking.
“Sorry little fluffs you can’t be in here without a human mummah or daddeh of your own.”
One of the fluffies a large rose gold and neon green stallion, slams his hoof on the ground as if to show you who’s in charge.
“Dummeh Poopy mawe nu am hooman! nu teww anzac what do! gib anzac an’ hewd aww dah nummies an’ toysies, ow poopy nu hooman mawe get wowstes’ huwties !”
Hearing him call you a “Nu Hooman”
Caught you off guard. You had heard that Fluffies and their various subspecies could tell the difference between a human and a human bio toy , but to actually hear one of them deny your humanity was legitimately painful. No matter how stupid these creatures were compared to you, they could pick you out of a crowd with the same ease a breathing.
You take a deep breath to calm yourself before speaking.
“Since you have a name I’m going to assume you know how things work around here.None of you are getting any food unless you work for it or have a human mummah or daddeh. This is my food , I worked for it therefore I get to eat it.”
Anzac runs up to you and takes an absolutely massive shit on the floor .
“Poopy Nu hooman mawe eat Anzac poopies!”
The other two fluffies pull Gustav out of the wagon and start eating his kibble.
Gustav begins to peep and cry as he desperately tries to get back into the wagon to retrieve his stuffie toy only to tumble backwards into the pile of shit.
“Dat wutchu get Dum….”
The fluffy’s taunt is cut short by a crossbow quarrel pinning him to a wooden crate by his gums.
The other fluffy jumps out of the wagon and attempts to run away.
A quarrel hits her spinal column and completely paralyzes back legs.
Anzac screams in horror.
“Nu!!! speshuw fwend!!! hu! hu!”
He looks up at you and sees the absolute ire engulfing your face like a raging inferno.
Next thing he knows you are force feeding him rat poison.
“Here’s your fucking nummies!!!”
You put him in a cardboard box and watch him start slowly oozing blood from his eyes, nose, ears, mouth and every other part of his body.
You toss the slowly dying Anzac into a trash can and then place the trash can underneath the fluffy pined to the crate.
The weight of his body is slowly tearing his gums apart.
You then clean Gustav up and put him to bed in the wagon.
You turn your wrathful gaze towards the mare trying to crawl her way out of the depot with her front hooves.
You pick her up and place her directly in view of the fluffy pinned to the crate . You then place a metal ammunition box on her back legs.
You pinch off a piece of your sandwich and place it in front of her, just out of reach.
The pinned fluffy watches as the mare slowly rips herself in half trying to reach the piece of sandwich.
You toss both halves of the mare into the trash can and clean up the blood and guts on both the floor and the ammunition box.
Right as his gum is about to rip entirely you remove the quarrel and throw him outside the depo. He was then later taken to the fields to work for his food.
You look over at Gustav sleeping in the wagon.
You take a deep breath, sit down and finish your sandwich.
